The Oddballs
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-Tinker Bell-
I was eating lunch with my friends when I saw him. His red hair, his adorable smile, his nose... He was my idea of perfect. "Hey, look! It's the Lost Boys!" Vidia mocked.
I heard Rosetta snigger. "What losers! 'Lost Boys'? Please! Anyone can tell that they're clueless!"
Despite how much my friends hated the Lost Boys, they put up with Peter. They found him kind. Peter raised an eyebrow. "We're at least smart enough to tell that you're mocking us."
I sighed. "Please, excuse my friends. They're just not fond of you, really. They seem to find you... Pesky." I scrunched my nose at the word.
"Really?" Peters eyebrow seemed to raise even more.
Iridessa rolled her eyes. "Tink is just trying to apologize for what we said. For some reason, she seems not to mind you."
Another one of the Lost Boys walked up to our table. "Really? Is that just for Peter, or is it for all of us?"
I buried my face in my hands and groaned. "Matthew, don't flirt with a Pixie. It won't work out." Peter chided. "C'mon, we should go. You seem to have annoyed some of them."
Silvermist snorted. "You? Annoy us? We down right hate you."
Vidia smirked. "Well, some of us do..." I shot her a silent glare. "What?"
Peter raised an eyebrow at our antics. One of our new friends, Periwinkle, came from the line and sat with us. "Hi, Peter!" She waved.
Peter smirked. "Hey, Periwinkle. Nice to see you."
Rosetta made gagging sound at the two of them. I turned to her. "Rosetta! They're friends, can't you just leave them be?" I scolded.
Periwinkle shot me a grateful look. As the two of them engaged in a conversation, something tugged at my gut. Was that jealousy? It might've been. Peter bid Periwinkle and I goodbye, and I felt my heart flutter.
Vidia shot me a questioning look as I gripped onto the table. "I-I'm okay. Don't worry about me. I just need some time to relax." I stood up and walked away from the table.
I suddenly felt sick, and fell to the floor.
-Jason-
Percy was late. Either those freinds of his had held him up or he was ditching someone. Maybe it was that Elsa girl. I looked up from my watch and sighed. Percy had let Elsa come along. "Percy, we talked about this. You're not supposed to bring anyone."
As they approached, I began to notice things. Both their mouths were duct-taped, and their expressions said "run". Before I could turn, someone knocked me out cold.
-Please ignore me. I'm a normal line breaker that Icy will use during POVs when she doesn't want to chang the POV-
I woke up tied to a chair along with Elsa and Percy. I tried to talk, but soon realized my mouth was now duct-taped like theirs.
"You're probably wondering why I brought you here. But, first you will wait for the, ah, others, to arrive." A female form was depictable in the shdows. She walked close enough for me to catch a glimpse of red hair. She ripped the duct-tape off my mouth. I bit my toung so as not to scream. "Now, tell me who you are."
I had recovered from the pain. I held my head where I could see her. "Jason." I snarled.
The girl seemed to pout. "Aw, no need for that, Jason. Now, why were Elsa and Percy looking for you?"
From the corner of my eye, I saw other limp forms. "Classified." I responded, trying to get a better lock-in on who the other's were. I could easily make out Leo, Piper, Annabeth, Hazel and Frank. Perhaps she had some others there as well?
She placed her finger under my chin. "Nothing's classified when it comes to Albino and Waterboy."
My blood boiled. "Albino and Waterboy? Oh, you're in for a world of hurt, lady."
Suddenly I heard a gruff voice from behind me. "These four weren't that hard to find. Strange, there's a new Albino." He dropped the four, none of which I knew.
The girl seemingly smiled. "Thank you, Kristoff. You are now excused. This is official Princess buisness..."
Yes, I know it's shorter than last chapter, but it was hard to find inspiration. I also wanted to leave you with a cliffy. So, yea, there's still alot to come. Keep the fire burning!