Chapter 7
Disclaimer: I do not own the PJO or HoO series by Rick Riodan.
"So, you never really told me about your parents back at the warehouse. What were they like?" Jordan asks.
We had been driving for about three hours now. It had been pretty quite and we were just keeping to ourselves for the most part. It wasn't really an awkward silence, just comfortable.
"Well, they were the head bosses of an organic energy plant." I say.
"So, basically, you guys were rich?" he asks, glancing at me and raising an eyebrow.
"Yea, I guess you could say that. They didn't like to flaunt our money though. Both of them grew up in pretty big families and they never had much to go around. So they liked to be very cautious with it all, I guess you'd say." I say.
"I see." he says, nodding.
We drive for a while longer, not really talking. One of us would point out something along the road, like a sign or something, every once and a while.
"But I mean, what were they like?" he asks.
"What do you mean?" I ask, looking at him.
"Well like, how were they like? Were they nice or mean? How'd they treat you?" he asks.
"Oh, my mom was one of the best people I knew. I think that even if I had done the most horrible thing on the planet, she still would've loved me. And my dad, he was about the same as my mom. They were both very accepting, open-minded people and encouraged me to be different, not follow all the trends. They also really loved music. My mom used to sing and play guitar all the time, and my dad could play the ukulele." I say.
"I think I would've loved your parents." he says, almost longingly.
"I think they would've really liked you too, Jordan." I say.
"Really?" he asks.
"Really." I say.
"Oh, and when I found you earlier, why did you try to skin my face off with that pocket knife? And why did you bring that plant?" he asks.
I sigh and look at him. "You're gonna think I'm crazy." I say.
"Hey man, I'm pretty crazy myself. I doubt, by this point in my life, that much would surprise me. Lay it on me." he says.
So I start telling my story. I told him about getting stoned earlier, and Denise coming back to the house and screaming her head off at me. Then about leaving the house at about 1 o'clock and Denise waking up, and then having to run as fast as I could away from the house.
And then I told him what had happened at the bus station a couple of hours ago. By the time I was finished, he had one of the most sorrowful looks on his face that I had ever seen on someone.
"What? What is it, Jordan?" I ask.
"Oh, Keegan. You have no clue what you've gotten into, do you?" he asks.
"What do you mean? Jordan, you're freaking me out, man." I say.
He sighs and says, "Just tell me how to get to your parents' house in New York. I'll tell explain when we get there." he says.
I give him a look and say, "Okay. Take the next exit."
A/N:
And there you go. What do you think Jordan is going to tell Keegan? I think you guys are really gonna like tomorrow's chapter :3
M/A:
I think one of my favorite songs ever is "Iris" by The Goo Goo Dolls. It's really just so beautiful, the lyrics, the music, the everything.
"'And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am'"
Like, I have no words for how fucking beautiful those lyrics ^up there^ are. It's like impossible to describe it.
I also really love it because it's one of my brother's favorite songs, and he used to listen to it all the time when he was driving and I'd be in the backseat. Brings back memories, y'know?
XOXO,
Mrs-diAngelo25
