I just finished The Son of Neptune! Naughty Rick Riordan for giving me a cliffhanger! Just so you know, I will still continue my story the way it was meant to be. BUT, for this story, we are going to ignore the Son of Neptune.
Happy 11-11-11!
P.S. This chapter is really short! I'm sorry, but I wanted to talk to you and I also can't seem to figure out what else to write.
He's Gone Away…
Chapter 23
Dancing
Annabeth's POV
Annabeth and Thalia got home from school one day and went to email Nico and Malcolm about what they were wearing so that they could match.
"Oh, Irish, goddess of the rainbow, accept my offering. Show me Nico at Camp Half-Blood." What they saw was a horrifying sight.
Nico and Malcolm were dancing, the waltz, to classical music. They stood there for a while, barely controlling their dismay, then laughter. After what seemed like ages, which was probably only 2 or so minuets, they cracked up!
"AHHHH!" "What the HADIES!" Nico and Malcolm shouted respectively.
"Well, I don't know what to say…" "Uhhhh… I was teaching Nico how to dance." "That's a perfectly logical, I guess." "Well, why did you IM?"
"Because I wanted to tell you what we're going to be wearing." "Oaky." "Thalia is going to be wearing a red dress, with black lace. And I'm going to be wearing an ice blue/gray dress." "Okay, we'll get matching ties" "You don't have to match the ties, but be creative and esthetically pleasing when you do go buying ties and shirts."
"Fine. We will, right Nico" "Ya… hay Annabeth, do you want to watch a horror movie?" "No." "Please?" "The last time I watched a horror movie, I got dreadfully sick" [Personal expereance]. "Fine." "I'll talk to you later, bye!" "Bye"