We sat in a bus to go to… Well we didn't know. It was a really vague quest. We had no idea where Artemis was or who could have taken her. My brothers did give me this magical bronze compass though, to find everything magical. It kept pointing north. Or south. It kept pointing forward and I wasn't sure what direction we were going.
Anyway we all got something magic for doing this quest thing. I got the compass, Patrick got the binocular glasses, and I even got Steve to make Sonny's bow transformable. I had him make it into something really girly. He added a quiver, threw it around the bow, hit them both with a hammer, and…
He made it a shoestring purse.
She hated it more than me when she met me. Of course she only hates me a little less now, her hate level was still more then.
"We going the right way?" Patrick inquired.
"I guess, what city do we stop at?"
We both looked at Sonny who was slouched against the window asleep cuddling the map in the seat across the aisle. Her head was cocked back making her snore like a bear. Patrick and I exchanged looks.
"I'm not going near her." I stated firmly.
"Well, neither am I,"
I slipped my hand into my pocket. "Flip a coin?" I pulled out my lucky non-turn-into-a-sword coin. "Heads you do it, tails I do it.
He gritted his teeth as he scrunched his face. "Deal," He finally agreed.
I flipped the coin and caught in my hand promptly turning in onto the back of my hand. I thanked each God in Olympus for the outcome. Heads.
"I hate you," He iterated, "So much right now."
As he went over to sneak the map from under the sleeping Sonny I turned the coin in my hand. Turning it from head to head, watching George look back at me twice.
Patrick crawled over to Sonny's seat. He reached for the map Sonny was using as a makeshift pillow. He attempted to slip it out from under her head and out of her grasp. He failed miserably when Sonny awoken suddenly just to kick him in the chest. He flew into my seat. I was hardly able to stop him before he slammed me into the window.
"Oh, sorry Patrick." She handed him the map.
I looked down at the compass the needle had moved from straight ahead to diagonally. "Here we go." I raised the compass. "Next city?"
Patrick opened the oversized map of the Northeast Coast. It had Sharpie marks along the bus route we've been taking. "Philadelphia,"
"Danny De Vito better be there in an Irish Bar."