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Heartstohearts123: I'm glad your enjoying it. Just a reminder, this is an account with two people on it. ITs only me (Tyme) writing this story. Thanks again.
I don't own Percy Jackson or Heroes of Olympus.
When I wake, I'm not in Mark's house. Then again it hits me. I'm dreaming unfortunately. I look around. Its quite beautiful. Lush trees, in a circle. The leaves are a bright green. Some bear fruit. Flowers surround the base of the trees. Each tree is at least thirty feet tall, the flowers at the base are naturally large and each tree has a different type. Then I notice the middle. Comfy looking lawn chair sits in a circle. On each chair sits a person. There were at least twenty chairs. Each one is sitting there holding their heads, like its going to explode. I look at myself, nothing is different about me.
Someone starts talking, I don't make a lot, but I do get out, "The Romans." My mind swarms. Romans?
Then I sit up in bed. The room around me is dark. The curtains sway due to the open window. I didn't open it. I walk over and stick my head out. I can see the sun peeking up over a few of the other houses. A slight breeze pushes my hair behind me. Its just so peaceful. I close my eyes and let the small smile escape onto my face.
Then I realize, there could be a monster out here. I quickly pull my face back in. I close the window in record speed.
I walk over to my bag. I grab some clothes and slip off to see if I could use a bathroom. I find Mark's mother downstairs, sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee.
"Good morning." I say
"Good Morning.I see you're an early bird too." She says and smiles.
I smile back. "Is there a shower, I could use?" I ask. "Oh yes of course. Let me show you." She says as she stands up.
She leads me back up the stairs. She is about open a door, but the she says, " Why, don't you and Clarisse use my bathroom, so the boys don't walk in on you." She says and I nod.
She leads me to her room. The bathroom is quite luxurious. The tile has a slight red tint. the walls are a dark red. Its about one and a half of the bedrooms I slept in. Its octagon shaped. One wall holds a two sinks to the right and to the left a makeup area. The mirror stretches over the counter. a sliding glass door is to the right of the mirror. I guess it leads to the showers. To the left of the mirror is a tub. It could fit, at least two of me with my wings stretched out. Then a little ways to that is a sliding wooden door. and then a closet.
Mark's mom walks over to the closet. She pulls out a fluffy white towel. She hands it to me. She walks over to the glass door, opens it and then walks out, she waves before closing the door.
I slowly unbutton my shirt. The black long sleeve satin shirt slides off slowly. The cool fabric, leaving me even colder without its touch. The small white buttons and trim around the collar are the only part that isn't black. Finally I step into the shower.
Its huge. My wings are able to stretch out fully with plenty of room to spare. My wings are at least five inches longer than my arms. I turn on the water. I step in when it finally is at the right temperature. I can't remember the last time I actually had a hot shower. At camp the Hermes cabin was never clean. So we almost always had the showers last. After washing my hair, I bend my wings in to clean them. I hope conditioner is good for the feathers. I turn the water off and wrap myself in the towel.
I look at myself in the mirror. My hair hangs damp down my left shoulder. The three freckles on the right side of my face stand out like a purple zebra in a group of regular ones, in contrast to my pale skin. This brings back a memory and I smile to myself.
Flashback/memory
I was sitting at the Hermes table. I was eavesdropping on Chiron and Luke as they talked. " I tell you she probably a daughter of Phobos. She barely gets scared. Even the Ares cabin scares me and she's like ,Nope." Luke says.
"Yes she does look like a child of Phobos, but she'd have some temper. Clair is as calmer than me sometimes, if you don't count her happiness level. I believe that she's not related to him or anyone close to Ares."
Finished
I don't know why this comes back to me, but I've stopped asking why things happen by now. I finish dressing and clean the shower and dry the floors.
I step out into the hallway.
As I walk down, Mark's mother calls to me. "Clair, can you wake the boys? They'll probably respond better to you." She says.
I walk up to the boys' door and ever so slowly open the door. Inside the rooms are a dark army green. Trophies are all over the shelves. Some for each boy. Famous sports people on posters line the wall. The full size bed sits against the wall on the opposite side. I walk over to it and push hard against someone's shoulder.
They moan and sit up. "oh, is it time to get up?" Mark says sleepily. "Yep, now get up." I say smiling. His eyes shoot open. "Oh, Hi Clair." He says, reaching out towards me. He grabs me and pulls me forwards before I can step back. One of his brothers grumbles. A pair of eyes opens, "Ohh need to cuddle with your girlfriend Mark?"
The voice comes somewhere from near the eyes.
"Your mother wants you to get up." I say.
"Fine." They all say and hop out. Mark lets me go and I find my way downstairs again. Half an hour later, the boys join us downstairs.
" So we need to decide when we're leaving again," Mark says.
Then his brothers and mother stop talking.
"What?" his mother says. Her eyes wide.
"Hate to break it to you, but you aren't leaving Mark. We went to camp in the summer and so will you. You don't need to go full year." Clark says sternly.
Something drops inside me. Mark isn't going to be there full year. Why should I care? I'll see him in summer. Mark is arguing with Clark and William well Philip comforts their mother.
"Go to your room. I'll be up there in five minutes, You'd better have three good reasons why I should let you stay at camp!" Clark yells.
Mark quickly disappears. Clarisse and I disappear as soon as no one else is looking. We walk into the room he is in. He's sitting on the edge of the bed, with his head in his looks up when we enter.
"So we need three good reasons to why you should go to camp full around." Clarisse says.
"The problem is I have no good reasons." He says sadly.
"We'll make some up." I say. "One, Chiron wants to be able to know where you are currently and that you're safe. Like your with a God or at camp." Clarisse starts.
"You have a girlfriend…"
" I don't have one." Mark points out.
She looks from me to Mark and back again. "You do now. If they ask why you came to drop Clair off at the underworld you now have a reason."
I pause to think.
Then it hits me. "Wait… you're saying I should fake as his girlfriend for like four days?" I say.
"Mark… you know why I'm saying this." Mark blushes as she says this. " And Clair, Lacey is terrible at keeping secrets. The whole camp has been waiting for you two to get together."
My pale cheeks must be the on fire by now.
Mark looks at me, his face the same color as I think mine is. Then he starts grinning like crazy. We wrap his arms around me and I wrap my arms around his neck. "Okay, we just need one more thing." Clarisse says.
Then we hear Clark coming up the stairs. I wave to Mark quickly before running out of the room with Clarisse. Clarisse then decides to walk back in after Clark goes in.
She walks back out a minute later. "He says I can't say anything. Got paper and pens?" She asks.
I quickly grab them and bring them to her. She writes something down and goes back in again. Two minutes later she comes back out and drags me downstairs.
Mark's mother and the twins are standing downstairs. "Give me one good reason he should stay." William shouts at us.
"He has a girlfriend." She says
. "Who? Who is her godly parent? What's she like? Would we approve of her?" All three of them shout.
"Well would you approve of Clair?" She asks.
They all smile and nod. "Well then you're really good."
"What's her name. Can we Iris message her?" Philip asks.
"She's standing next to me." Clarisse answers.
They all turn and look at me like robots. I blush.
Clark drags Mark downstairs suddenly
. " I don't believe the second reason. Tell it to them." He says angrily.
"Is it about Clair being your girlfriend?" His mother asks still grinning.
He blushes and nods. She squeals. Its a surprising noise. Coming from the mother of three war children.
Clark looks from me to Mark and again at least seven times. "Thats why your escorting her to the underworld. Because you don't want her with another boy." Clark says to himself.
We lounge about the rest of the day. No one brings up Mark staying again. We answer lots of questions.
"How long?" "Three weeks, (Hours)"
"Why" "No comment?"
Finally, it's time to go to sleep. I wait in my room till the hallways clear before sneaking into Mark's room.
His brothers are holding a grudge because they aren't sleeping in there.
"Hi."
"Hi."
I sit down next to him. He leans over and wraps his arm around me. I lean into him. "So does that mean your willingly going out with me?" I give a look that says, "Duh."
He grabs my face and pulls his lips onto mine. I never thought fireworks were real. I now know, what they mean. I feel like a happy volcano. LIke my whole body is lit on fire. And it's better than anything I've felt before. I wrap my arms around his neck deepening it. We pull away at the same time. He smiles at me. I smile at him.
That's it, I'm not going to the underworld. I'm staying with Mark. Or he's coming with me.
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