A/N: Hey, it's me again! I'm catching up on the days. So let's just get to it!
June 16, 2012
I blame Annabeth for Ann's concussion. Of course it was also Ann's fault for NOT FOLLOWING DIRECTIONS! But who wants to drive ALL DAY to look at trees and valleys and signs with writing. I think the most interesting thing that I saw was a tree with a smiley face spray-painted on the side in neon orange.
So today Ann and I sat in her room and watched more movies and more British TV. Or more like I did. We gave her some nectar yesterday right away but with such a bad concussion we'll have to give it to her tomorrow and some more today for her to be better enough to be running around again. She was still headachy and threw up a few times, but at least she's awake, unlike yesterday. Now it's my turn to just rub her back and try not to puke too as I comfort her.
Percy and I had another talk tonight...
ANN PLEASE DON'T READ PAST THIS POINT
So, since after getting over Bianca's death and the whole running away thing ect. ect. I've looked at Percy as my older brother and apparently the feeling is mutual. Tonight I was getting ready for bed by the sink and mirror that our oddly outside of the bathroom. (our bathroom only has a shower and a toilet!) Percy was laying on the bed. Suddenly he said, "What have you and Ann done?"
I turned off the shavey-thingy and set it down, "What?"
"Like..." Percy struggled for words, "How 'Far have you gone'" Finger quote.
"Nowhere," I replied. "Seriously, we've only really started showing and PDA, like HOLDING HANDS."
"What about when your alone?"
I reared back. "Whoa. We haven't even hit the ball yet. We're up to bat, but haven't taken a swing yet. Metaphorically, of course, because we know what happens when Ann and I play baseball."
(Ann and I were at a party, at camp of course, but it was still a party. Some friends there decided to play baseball. Ann and I ended up on separate teams some how. I was up to bat and Ann decided "Hey, I want to be pitcher." So she was. I can hit a ball pretty hard. Which would ha e been good if her boob hadn't gotten the way... I just lay there on the field, feeling so bad while she went inside someones cabin and iced. I thought she was going to breakup with me and I avoided her. Luckily she didn't. Now back to the present story...)
"Ok. Well, what do you feel around her, like what do you want to do?"
"I feel like... really happy. Like I did when Bianca was still alive. I want to hold her in my arms like you do with Annabeth. I want to keep her safe from this life that gods so kindly screwed for us."
"Like our moms!" Percy laughed.
"Haha! And Annabeth's dad!" We laughed and then it was awkwardly quiet again. I leaned my butt against the counter. "So how far have you gotten?" I asked.
"Well... We ARE older and..."
"Eew!"
Percy shook his head and blushed. "Not that far... Just, like, kissing... Deeply... And-"
I cut him off. "Ok, I get it."
"Yup," Percy nodded. "Bed time. We mitt have a big day tomorrow." And he quickly tucked himself in.
I just turned off the shaver because I really only had a mustache. Stupid Italian-ness.
ANN CAN READ NOW
Sorry, I had to write that down. It was tumbling around and around in my mind. His question was the thing that I was the most curious about...
Something funny about our trip that I forgot to mention was the car. Remember two years ago when we drove across the country in the Prius? I guess Percy didn't pick up how disgusted I am with that car because that's what we rented. I call it "Satina" (Say-Tee-nuh) because the thing is EVIL! If it tries to kill us (like so many Priuses have done) I will... Well, what can I do if I'm dead... Well, I have connections.
Nico Di Angelo*
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