Chapter VΙΙ

This Makes No Sense

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Made in America

Toby Keith

My old man's that old man
Spent his life livin' off the land
Dirty hands and a clean soul
It breaks his heart seein' foreign cars
Filled with fuel that isn't ours
And wearin' cotton we didn't grow

He's got the red, white, blue
Flyin' high on the farm
Semper fi tattooed on his left arm
Spend a little more in the store for a tag
In the back that says "USA"
He won't buy nothin' that he can't fix
With WD-40 and a Craftsman wrench
He ain't prejudice, he's just
Made in America

He loves his wife but she's that wife
That decorates on the 4th of July
But says, "Every day is Independence Day"
She's golden rule, teaches school
Some folks say it isn't cool
But she says the "Pledge of Allegiance" any way

He's got the red, white, blue
Flyin' high on the farm
Semper fi tattooed on his left arm
Spend a little more in the store for a tag
In the back that says "USA"
He won't buy nothin' that he can't fix
With WD-40 and a Craftsman wrench
He ain't prejudice, he's just
Made in America

Born in the heartland
Raised up a family
Of King James and Uncle Sam

He's got the red, white, blue
Flyin' high on the farm
Semper fi tattooed on his left arm
Spend a little more in the store for a tag
In the back that says "USA"
He won't buy nothin' that he can't fix
With WD-40 and a Craftsman wrench
He ain't prejudice, he's just
Made in America

Made in America
Made in America
Yeah, my old man's that old man
Made in America

This is starting to get messed up.

First, Artemis blushes, then, she giggles like a schoolgirl, then; she invites me to her house.

She's actually being nice to me now, where's the god of insanity, and why is he messing with her.

First thing when we got there, she took me up on my offer of sniper rifle poker, I won, and she seemed a bit impressed.

With sniper poker, there's a full deck of cards laid out, in this case, two miles away. With normal people, they're giant cards, with us; it's a normal size deck of cards. We draw our five cards from another deck, take up to three out, and aim for the cards we want to replace them.

I was lucky, and accurate, won four out of ten, Artemis won three, Thalia two, Nico one.

The boy who's friends with the dead always gets the bad luck, what a surprise.

Later, we watched S.W.A.T., me and Artemis debated if they actually knew how to shoot those rifles, or if they were just acting. Nico and Thalia smirked at us the whole time, as if they knew something we didn't. When we all decided that sleeping seemed like a good idea, Artemis gave each of us our own rooms, and mine was a beach.

I mean, a serious beach, half my bed was in salt water, the other half on sand that looked like it was from Jamaica. There was even a coral reef in the water.

Unless something had forced her to change her opinion for me, she had officially gone insane.

I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed as I climbed out on the salt water side. I got dressed, jeans and a button down, with just tennis shoes (don't judge me on making him a hick, someone has to be), because I can't really run in anything else. When I walked down to the kitchen to get started on my blue chocolate chip waffles, who should I find there but Artemis, already started on chocolate chip waffles, although they were the wrong color.

"Hey." I said, oh so eloquently.

"Hi, Percy." She said back, I still thought it was weird she called me by my normal name instead of 'Perseus'.

I frowned at the waffle mix, "You didn't need to get up early to make breakfast, I could have done it."

"I'm an early riser." She said shyly.

"So am I," I retorted, "it's only six."

She shrugged, I walked over to the cabinets, then started rummaging.

"What are you looking for?"

"Blue food coloring." The look on her face was priceless, she obviously thought I was insane, and I was enjoying it way too much. "My mom always makes anything she can blue, it's just a thing with us."

Her expression cleared as she verified my sanity, and she reached for the cabinet just next to her, then pulled out blue food coloring. She put some in the waffle mix, stirred, and poured it into the already ready waffle maker. As we were waiting for it to cook, she walked over to the radio, put it on a country station, and walked back over to lean against the counter across from me.

"You like country?" I asked, I had always taken her for a classical kind of girl, especially since the whole eternal goddess part came into play.

She nodded, looking embarrassed, "I can change it if you want."

"Not a chance, this is my favorite song."

It was 'Made in America' by Toby Keith, "You like country as well?" She asked, sounding shocked, although the jeans and button down should have made it obvious.

"Of course."

She wasn't quite over the shock, but she started singing along to the song anyway, she had a beautiful voice, and it was suited to this kind of music. I sang along to, but when it was over, there was that awkward silence before the next song, and I decided to jump off the cliff and talk to her.

"Just out of curiosity, why are you suddenly being so nice to me?"

Her countenance darkened, "It's not really any of your business, Percy."

I waited for her to realize just how stupid that sounded.

She threw up her hands, "Okay, so maybe it is your business, but that doesn't mean I'm going to tell you."

"That's hardly fair."

"Life's not fair."

"A bit cliché, don't you think, Artemis."

She didn't answer, she seemed to be internally debating something, then she pushed of the counter, closed the distance between us, and kissed me full on the mouth.

I got over the shock quickly, but I still didn't have time to respond before she pulled off me. We stared into each other's eyes for an indefinite amount of time.

She tried to speak, "Percy, I'm…"

I kissed her again before she could try to apologize, if I let her, she'd start ranting, break off, and run away.

She laced her fingers through my hair, it was longer now, almost to my shoulders. I put my hands on her back and pulled her closer to me.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!"

Short chapter, but I had to leave it there, cliffhangers are way too much fun to write. I'm proud, I got two chapters out in less than five hours. Review, give me ideas for some fun little bits to add in there.