"Deadly, we should go-" "Let's stop for some KFC." Zoey interrupted Nico. "No, you were saying?" Nico cleared his throat, "I was saying that I think it would b best if we find a safe and fast way to hell." That sounds weird, like anyone is going to make it to hell all safe and sound. Zoey snorted, "Where's the fun in that? Oh, how 'bout some Dunkin Donuts?" I rolled my eyes, "We are not stopping for food!" I exclaimed. She gave me the puppy dog eyes, "But there's a Wendy's close by…." I'm really starting to wish I had brought Snake or Spike with me. Ugh, did I really just think that? "No pit-stops." "Well, not yet." Nico interjected. "What about that fancy shmancy Italian place?" She pestered. "For the billionth time, no!" She folded her arms, "I was asking Nico." I turned and glared at Nico, "If you say yes I swear I'll-" "I'm not in the mood for Italian." How rude! He didn't let me finish my threat and it was a good one, too! Well, at least he said no. That proves he's not a total idiot.
So anyway, we are currently in Pennsylvania. Argus drove us as far as Philadelphia before he kicked us out. He usually doesn't drive that far for half-bloods but he's really nice….or he knows I'm a goddess….or he's afraid of Nico….or he's afraid of Zoey. I'm not exactly sure why he drove us the extra miles but whatever. As soon as Argus pulled away Nico went all Christopher Columbus on me and started giving directions. At first, I was surprised he could tell which way was north, south, east, and west. The shock wore off when I caught him sneaking looks at a compass.
"You know, Nico, you're really good at directions." I said while we were taking a breather. He shrugged his shoulders and plastered a cocky smile on his face, "Yeah, I now this country like the back of my hand." I raised and eyebrow at the boy, "So you need a compass for the back of your hand, too?" Nico's face went red and he mumbled something under his breath. Zoey high-fived me with a big smile on her face. "In the great words of Michael Kelso, BURN!" I burst out laughing at Zoey's statement. I mean who doesn't love That 70's Show?
Once Zoey and I stopped laughing and Nico's face returned to its normal color, we decided to take a pit-stop. Zoey's growling stomach and Nico's crazy idea of being in charge lead us to a Burger King. I suggested Starbucks but why would they listen to me? I'm just the one in charge. Well, I'm supposed to be.
"Deadly, what do you want?" Nico asked while the cashier held her bored expression. Dear Apollo, I bet you 20 drachma she messes up the order. The sun shone a little brighter through the restaurant. That meant the bet was on. "Just get me a chicken sandwich and a diet Coke." Nico nodded his head then relayed the message to the not-so-excited cashier.
Zoey and I ditched Nico at the counter and starting looking for a table. A bunch were full of families with little tykes or business people that were probably on break. Zoey nudged me in the ribs, "Three o'clock." I turned right and felt a little drool escape my lips. Varsity football team must have just gotten out of practice. There was an empty booth right across from them and Zoey and I jumped into it. We weren't going to lose that kind of view.