Author's note: Ooo, Oo! There's nothing you can do! It's time for Chapter two! :P
Special thanks to: Nokamiso & Lily Kilara Silver, for being the first to review my story! 3
Last time your were here! Percy fell into horrid stereotypes, Annabeth was intense, Dawn had a vision, and Trace was being.. Tracey-like? .. Lets get on with the story.
"She's going to need plenty of rest, as she is covered head-to-foot in Bad Fanfiction's Disease.." The doctor frowned, snapping the latex glove off his grimey old hands.
"But- Why! My F- I mean.." Trace cleared her throat, as she tried to think of a way to get out of the infirmary without questioning. "Doc, do you like breast?" The honeyette flashed her oddly sized bosom, before escaping stupidly through the window.
"Uh- Those were.. Some weeeeirdly sized knockers.. I wonder she bought them.." The doctor pondered, placing Dawn's chart at the edge of her bed. "Fifty-four Double D's are insane for a girl her size, weight, age, ETC.."
- MEANWHILE! -
"Annabeth! Annabeth!" Percy cried, literaly, busting through the cabin door. "Trace is being mean to m- Annabeth?" He blinked, as he watched his girlfriend worriedly. She was acting all rapisty on the bed, dressed in nothing but a five-foot long roll of bubblewrap.
"Daaaawn.. Daaawn!" She groaned anstily, before shooting Percy a evil glare. "GET OUT! I'm roleplaying!" Annabeth threw a pair of scissors at the boy-who-lived-to-be-the-main-character.
Percy yelped, dodging the sharp projectile. "So.. Bootycalling is out of the question?" He said, after regaining his composure.
"Maybe.. Just.. Get out, please?" She pleaded, her mood swings taking full effect. "You know I've been waiting for time to myself for the loooooongest!" Annabeth began to fuss like a spoiled child.
"Uh-huh.. See you later?" Percy slipped passed the door, whistling suspciously once he was outside. "I wonder why she was- OH! A butterfly!" And with that, the young demi-god chased after the poor winged-beauty, like the idiot that people make him out to be.
- Somewhere beyond infinity! -
"Hey, Dawna.. How's you feeling?" Asked Luke, as he sauntered sexily into her temporary sleeping area. "You need some -sexing- medicine?" He sat on the edge of her bed, tenderly rubbing his hand up her thigh.
"Uuuuuuh.. WTF! Wat r u doin' N huuur?" She drooled, her words sounded just as stupid as they read, as illiteracy is the main disabilty of the disease. "I thawt dat nuuuu 1 waz aLOUD!11?" Dawn suddenly seized up.
"Ah, crap! Is this my fault? I knew I should get'em while they's sleeping.." Luke jumped to his feet, not before he got a handfull of bewbies, and clambered out the window, just as the nurses\doctors\sezypeople arrived.
"Oh. MY. GOSH! I've only seen this happen once before!" The new doctor cried, rushing towards the bed. "The normal side of her brain is attacking the BFFD wracked parts! We must do some sur-"
"Whoops, I dropped my burrito on her eye, and she suddenly stopped." Grinned a nervous intern, as she quietly slid into the crowd, dirty burrito in hand.
"Well, Dam- Oh! Hello Ms. Summers! You're finally awake." The doctor cleared her throat.
"Where in the bloody saints am I?" Questioned the blonde, her frightened eye surveyed the room, as she clutched the covers for safety. "And why is there a touch of bean in my tearduct?"
- Lolz, I ran out of material.. -
"Why must I be ignored?" Asked a confused, and rather posh sounding, Thalia Grace. "I am a fetching character if I do say so myself!" The young girl lifted a cup of Camomile to her lips.
"Because.. You suck!" Teased a punk Grover, as he began to strip absentmindely on the pole that was installed in Percy's cabin.
"I do indeed 'suck', as I am free-fanny in this story." Thalia took off her blouse, and began gyrating, like a HookerPirate, on the bed. "Would you mind ravishing me, dear boy?"
Grover gasped, and proceeded to Pimp-Slap the taste out of Thalia's mouth. "You know I'm gay! And I only have eyes for Trace!" The offended satyr suddenly froze. "But- Then again.. You are FREE!"
They both had a raunchy good time playing Cricket on the backporch.
- We return to Trace! Finally, I know.. -
"Dangit, I can't write my story without Dawn! Geez, I gotta go get her.." Trace climbed out of the comfort of her own bed, and began to slowly, and I STRESS, sloooowly, undress. "But, I first need to get out of these dirty clothes.."
It took about.. Thirty minutes for the young lady to get out of her hoodie, which left her in dark skinny jeans, a pale blue HotTopic T-shirt, an unnecessary acid green tanktop, her pink converse sneakers, yellow boxer cut panties and matching sports bra.
In other words, she was wearing a LOAD of crap.
"Now, I stand and wait.." She grinned, sloooooowly, -Yeah.. This again.- peeling off her two shirts in one go. "I wonder where Percy got off to?"
And suddenly, the blue-eyed young man was climbing through her window. "Huh? How'd I get in here..?" He was then strangely striken with the inability to balance himself, even though he's climbed through LOTS of windows, and he found himself tripping around, before landing safely in the warmth of Trace's melons.
"Ooof!" They choked out in unison, as the two of them crashed to the dirty, and dare I say splintery, wooden floor.
"Trace.. Oh, wow.. Those are bigger than Mount Olympus!" Percy mumbled into the tender flesh, as he took in a eyefull of her veiny mounds.
"I know.." She chuckled, her plan was working perfect to a T. "It was the best grand I've ever spent." Tracelle shook her head gently, before howling loud enough to break glass. "Help me! HELP ME!" She kicked and screamed, as she weakly attempted to push the boy off.
"Trace.. What're you doing!" Percy assumed the role of 'scared little girl', once more. "Don't get me in trouble!" He began to sob loudly.
Pausing, the girl pretended to think, but brains are required for that! "Hmm.. Okay, then.. You must do as I say! Or I tell them you took advantage of me." She smiled wickedly.
"Took advantage? No offense.. But, I have a rockin' girlfriend.. And even though she's crazy, and is normally mentally, emotionally and rationally checked-out.. I STILL LOVE HER!" Percy defended quietly, as he made no move to .. Remove himself from Trace's person.
- Somewhere else! ;) -
"Must. Kill. Tracelle, Harmony-McHarkness, Legrace.." Wheezed an unknown Villian, as they stumbled through the forest, blood dripping cooly from unseen wounds. "I. WILL. HAVE. MY. REVENGE!" Suddenly, the writer lost interest in 'em, so they disappeared for the time being.
- Funky good tiem. -
Dawn awoke in the safety of her cabin, the sheets had been tucked securely around her body, so she had the hardest time wiggling free. "Uh- Will someone find the time to rescue l'ttle O' me?" She whined after a half-hour of struggling.
"I'll save you.." Grinned Annabeth, as she snuck into the room with a switchblade in hand. "Don't mooove!" The brunette moo'ed like a donkey.
".. Who are you?" Asked the suddenly amnesiac blonde. "Your face is soooo.. Familiar." She lamely thought, eyeing the Demi-god before her. "Did we shag?"
"What..?" Annabeth gasped, a hand held to her own heart. "I wish! .. Uh, I mean.. Did you want to?"
- I bet you're tired of this now.. I am, too.. -
"Do I really have to do this? Can't we find some other way?" Whined Percy, as he stood right ontop of the water, he was dressed in a pretty little Gothic Lolita dress, and his hair was done-up trampishly.
"Do it, or perish!" Demanded Trace. "DO EET!" Drool began to pour from the corners of her mouth, as the boy began to strip, just like Thalia taught'em! Oh, she must be proud.
"I feel dirty.." He began to tear up. "Can I stop? Ooh! Look a horsey!" Percy took off across the water.
"Dangit.. All I got was twenty seconds of me drooling into the lenses.. GET BACK HERE JACKSON!" She called out, chasing after him.
Nico suddenly walked through the trees, he was singing a jolly o' tune, that if listened to correctly, sounded just like a song by-
I'm sorry Poseidon! [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your ?Daughter? cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Sally Jackson! [OOOH]
I am for real
Never meant to make your, sissy of a son, cry
I apologize a trillion times
"What.. It was a catchy tune?" He gasped, when he noticed the odd stares that he recieves from US. "Besides, Percy's been weird lately.. Infact, none of us have be-" Nico was suddenly banished from the story for the rest of enternity!
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