Chapter Eleven

Eleven. It's amazing what goes on inside demi-god's heads. Sometime the most random of things cross their minds. This is what happened between the group speaking to Chiron and meeting with Rachel. I have different accounts of this event because they all had different things going through their minds at that moment. Annabeth was thinking about Percy, Nico was thinking about Nacy, and Nacy was thinking about cars, caves, and walking. Go figure.

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or The Heroes of Olympus. But I do own Nachesa Smith and the Olympians.

"She lives in a cave?" Nacy inquired.

"Only during the summer. The rest of the year she lives at this all girl's finishing school," Nico answered.

"So your Oracle is all classy?"

"No," Annabeth cut in, "Not at all." She didn't fully explain anymore and she was partly enjoying it.

"I am kind of scared now," Nacy said.

"Oh don't worry she's really nice."

"Plus if something does happen to us, Chiron was informed of our intentions. He'll make sure we have proper burials," Nico joked.

"Do you like scaring little girls out of their wits?" Nacy asked, glaring at Nico.

"Yeah, it's a hobby of mine. Get a good income out of it too."

"He's probably not joking," Annabeth whispered in Nacy's ear.

After the three had talked to Chiron at the Big House, they had set out to Rachel's school in New Hampshire. It just so happened to be that Argus wasn't at camp that winter so they had to walk since they had no other option, but Nacy thought of something.

"How old are both of you?" Nacy ask.

"I'm sixteen," Annabeth answered.

"I'm fourteen," Nico claimed.

"Can you drive?" she questioned Annabeth.

"I can drive."

"Then why are we walking to New Hampshire?"

"We don't have a car."

"You know, every once in a while," Nacy seethed, "it is okay to explain a little more thoroughly. It is okay to have more than one sentence per answer."

"I know," Annabeth smirked.

Nacy's eye twitched from frustration. Nico was trying to stay away from the conflict as best he could. "Why do we not have or even get a car?"

"How do you suggest we obtain a car?" Annabeth said proudly.

"I do not know steal one, buy one, borrow one, or even get one from camp. There are so many options," Nacy sighed. "Besides at the rate were going we will get to New Hampshire in oh, a week and a half."

"I vote for stealing a nice car," Nico put in.

"We are not stealing a car," Annabeth stated. "But we will get one anyway."

"Nico is right we should get a good car. How about a sports car?"

"Yeah like a Mustang or something."

"No a Black Corvette Zr1."

"Now that's a nice car."

"Yes, it is my dream car."

"What the heck? Why are you talking about sports cars? And if you only have months of memory, how do you know about cars?" Annabeth inquired.

"I know about a lot of things. It is just that I do not know how I know them. Like when you have something on the tip of your tongue but it just will not come out." Nacy stated.

"Oh I hate that." Nico said still dreaming about cars. "Can we though? Get a sports car, I mean."

"We'll see," Annabeth sighed, she felt like she was baby-sitting two gothic children. "Anyway, how old are you?"

"Fifteen, but I kind of feel older. You know?"

"So how do you know you're fifteen if you feel older?"

"I do not know. It is just something that I can sense. I have a fifteen year old body but I think I have lived longer than fifteen years."

"Hey I know that feeling," Nico perked up. "I was born before World War II but I only look fourteen."

"Really, why is that?"

"Uh. . ."

"That's a sore subject for all of us. We should just let it go," Annabeth cut in.

"And for compensation for that secret being disclosed, we shall steal a Corvette. No questions," Nacy took advantage of the situation.

"Fine."

"YAY!" Nico cheered.

So they ended up stealing a car from a newer developed area on Long Island. Annabeth tried to stay quiet and not complain or rant. Since it was around 10 PM, they had to be quiet looking for a fast car but big enough to hold all three of them. Plus they couldn't be suspicious as 3 kids driving around in a brand new sports car. So they ended up with a black 2011 Porsche Panamera. Much to Nacy's disappointment.

Annabeth was driving, Nacy had shotgun, and Nico was in the center back seat trying not to fall asleep. It's usually not supposed to take a few days to drive from Half-Blood Hill into Manhattan, but they apparently were the exception. Somehow they didn't get to New York City until multiple days after they left. And that was driving nonstop. Luckily they weren't in any real hurry. But it was only their first stop and it wasn't even halfway.

"Why is she so far away?" Nacy asked wide awake.

"It was the deal she made with her father. And since barely anyone is at camp this time of year she doesn't really have any point to be there," Annabeth sighed tiredly.

"Why are we going through Manhattan if we could just take the ferry across the Sound?" Nico wondered.

"We have to save money for other things."

They drove in silence for a few miles. Nacy began tapping her finger nails on the door armrest. Annabeth, who hadn't slept since they left camp, was irritable.

"Do you have to do that?"

"Do what?"

"The tapping?"

"What do you expect? It is so quiet in here I can hear my own heartbeat."

"Why is that a problem? You were perfectly fine a few hours ago."

"I hate silence. Everything is silent nowadays."

"That's not my fault."

"Can I at least turn on the radio?"

"Sure but you probably won't get any good station out here. . ."

As she said this Nacy reached to the stereo and turned it on. Automatically the local pop radio station came on. "Hmm you are right this is not a good station." She changed it until a Rock song came blaring through the speakers. "I guess I was wrong when I said you were right. This is a really good station." Nacy smirked.

"So full of it," Annabeth muttered and yawned.

"Are you tired?"

"Yes I am."

"Would you like me to drive?"

"You can't drive. You're only fifteen. And aren't you tired."

"Must we have this conversation again? Did I not tell you I am older than fifteen? Plus I have more energy at night."

"But-"

"Look I am just trying to be nice. Take it or leave it."

"Fine. You can drive. But if we get pulled over by cops you're the one who has to pay off the ticket."

"Great, pull over."

Annabeth pulled over to the side of the road and they switched seats.

"Now you can sleep. Goodnight."

My favorite type of car, a Black Corvette Zr1. They are so pretty. I also like mustangs but their hoods look strange in my opinion. So this is just a filler chapter and I'm sorry if my story is going downhill right now it's just that I can't seem to get to a point where they do anything. Anyway Review!