Chapter 3
(A/N: Hey! Sorry it's been so long. I lost my drafts, and I had a lot of things at school, and Minecraft, and then the Chainsmokers released their new album, so I listened to that. It was amazing. But yeah. I finally read The Burning Maze. Now, for the sake of the story, and our hearts, let's pretend that none of that stuff with Piper and Jason and Jason happened, okay? Great. Let us begin!
*lifts curtain* *Starts mouth trumpeting Young by the Chainsmokers* *Does the Macarena to lighten the mood*
Psyche POV
After destroying the sink, accidentally, and finishing dinner, I went to the altar, got some lettuce, and made a sacrifice to Aphrodite. I asked "Hey, Aphrodite. It's me. A girl named after someone you tried to destroy. Several times. But that's not why I'm here. I'm here to ask for some help with something. It's like some Wolverine-Jean Grey-Cyclops thing, minus the Cyclops. I like someone, but I don't know if they like me back. I'm not naming names, in case he finds out about this, but he's a grandson of yours. If you could tell me what to do, that would be amazing." This was a huge step for me, but I was desperate. Suddenly, I heard a voice in my head, that I recognized as Aphrodite. "Oh, don't worry, sweetheart. This will all go fine, and the Fates will choose how this goes. I'm merely a spectator in this LOVELY affair. Oop! Shouldn't have said 'affair', but you know what I mean."
(I forgot how to do that greek letter thing.)
"When I came home, Mom and Dad were all over me, asking where I was. "Relax! I was just at the altar, making a sacrifice!" Dad got all skeptical, and asked "Oh? To Who?"
"To WHOM" Mom said.
"Well...it was a goddess, that likes you guys, but I probably shouldn't get into details."
That was a weak attempt, but I stood my ground, and they dismissed it. "All right, but next time, tell us where you're going, all right. We love you."
"I love you too."
That was a close one
May POV
Yeah we both know I go to far, like when I wrecked your car, and almost- Gah! Sorry. I just really like that song. Anyway, I suppose Psyche just told you what happened at the altar, eh? (A/N: Not trying to raise any stereotypes. I live in America, and I sometimes end with eh.) Well she also told me. Now, being the brilliant war strategist that I am...not, I decided to go see what she was doing undercover. "Hey, Psyche! Where you going?" I asked in my super-confident voice...that was drowned out by the scream inside saying WHAT THE HADES ARE YOU DOING? That's a thing, so... Psyche replied with "To the library. I have to look something up. I'll see you!" Right. As mom put it, it's time for D-Day, minus the war and General Eisenhower. But then I realized I didn't know what to turn into, so I thought. Cockroach? *insert gagging noise*. Nope. A lizard? Nah. I would rather not. Got it! A butterfly. As you can see, my thought process is (Like my life, and anxiety before tests, where I once hindered my ability to think, by hitting myself in the head after calling myself stupid. Back to the story.) I turned into a majestic تیتلی* and took flight. I found Psyche, and looked at what she was doing. I know she needs privacy, but she's my friend. I can't let her run off, and do something stupid, or something like that. She was on DemiBook, and looking up Logan Grace. I'm concerned.
What is Psyche doing? What will May do? What are the dudes doing? Find out on the next chapter of The Next Generation! Coming at an unspecified time. Until then, listen to the Chainsmokers. They amaze-balls.
*تیتلی means butterfly in Urdu, my parents' native language (pronounced ti-til-lee)
