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Chapter Three: Jog in Awkward Gratitude
Ah, what a wonderful day. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and Nico was the errand boy. Yay for him. Whoa, sarcasm overload. He was turning into Percy. The horror…
"I got bread, fresh bread… yum yum yum… you know, yummy in my tummy. Oh, I mean your tummy. No, everyone's tummy. Wait, what? Anyways, buy your bread here…" Nico grumbled in monotone, catering a basket filled to the brim with bread. As he walked, he tripped slightly on a rock, almost falling over. The basket tipped, and a piece of bread tumbled through the air and landed on muddy ground below.
Nico looked down. "Oh, huh, um…" He looked around; no one was watching. He sighed in relief, and quickly picked the bread back up. He placed it back into the bread basket. Then, after a second thought, he took it back out. To keep the bread inside the basket sanitized? No. He took that dirtied piece of bread out to sell it first. Talk about disgusting.
"Buy this piece first. It was baked last, and therefore the most fresh. It's still warm. Fresh baked bread…" He continued walking around, his posture sulking.
After a while, he gave up, and plopped down onto a bench, contemplating life. No one wanted to buy the dirtied piece of bread. Why was that? He got up and stretched, groaning loudly and dramatically. "I'm a young boy. I should not be forced into labor like this!" He protested to no one in particular. "And I didn't even get enough money for a Happy Meal!"
So, his secrets have been revealed. Nico di Angelo, the King of Ghosts, and son of Hades, measures cash in Happy Meals. What has the world come to. The answer: everything.
He sauntered off into his cabin, sighing happily as the cold wind of the air conditioner rushed into his face. "This has been a long day… I deserve a coke. Good job, Nico. You're so cool." He congratulated himself, popping a coke open. It had been a long day, actually. He had been outside, under the searing sun, for ten minutes. That's right. Ten. Whole. Minutes. Sarcasm intended.
Or was it?
"Ugh. I wonder what Percy and Annabeth are doing. Omigods, is this what I think of when I've got nothing to do? How sad." He heaved himself up, grumbling and groaning. Slowly, he shuffled towards the door. "Should I, or should I not? I should. No, wait, I shouldn't. Actually, if I did - no. I can't. But if I didn't… I guess the pros outweigh the cons… I'll just go." He shoved the door open, and sighed melodramatically. He turned around, and said to his cabin, "Goodbye, dear home. It will be a while until we meet again. You shall be missed. But, will you miss me? Oh, woe is me." He fell to his knees and placed his hand, palm up, against his forehead. "Oh, I should've did this before I said those words. Oh well." He got up, and skipped away.
Wait, what?! Skipped?! Yes, that's right. He skipped, humming to himself as well. The world is about to end.
It was like Nico was possessed. Every demigod stared at him while in the middle of things. Several people fell into the lake. Several people hid inside their cabins. Nico continued skipping away, humming "Tomorrow" from Annie. People screamed and ran into camp to avoid him. Not only was he acting weird, but… he couldn't carry a tune for his life. But he could carry a tuna. Percy forced him to realize it.
"Oh, Peeeeeeeeercy~! Aaaaaaaaaaaannabeth~!" He yelled happily. "I sold my bread! Now give me that money you promised me! Remember, it's all about the money, money, money. It's all about the money, money, money. Don't care about the price tags. Wait… that's not right…"
Percy opened the door to the Big House in irritation. He held it open, waiting. And waiting. And waiting… but Nico was still a mile away.
"Um… Annabeth? Is Nico okay?" Percy stared.
"According to this shield… no. And I do not wanna know why." Annabeth stated nervously.
Suddenly, Nico raised his arms into the air, spinning in circles. "IN SUMMERRRRRRRRR!" Then he stopped, and all was quiet. He slowly turned around. When he caught Percy and Annabeth staring, he blushed a deep scarlet, and glared. "Never speak a word of this to anyone. My army of skeletons are only a little ways away."
Percy nodded slowly. "So… are you gonna enter, or what?"
Nico nodded, ducking his head. He began walking slowly. When he looked up, and saw Percy's impatient expression, he began walking faster, not wanting to keep Percy waiting, but also wanting to spare at least a bit of his dignity. This resulted in a half jog, half walk.
Finally, after a while of this awkward jogging, he reached the door. He laughed awkwardly, and said, "Thanks, Perce…"
"No prob." Percy said nonchalantly. Then, he smirked. "You know, Nico, you're singing isn't half bad."
Annabeth walked up, looping her arm around Percy's. "Yeah, not as bad as Seaweed Brain's. However, you could work on rounding your tone, and fully developing your notes, because in some of the high parts, your voice cracked. Also -"
"- you could work on walking a little faster." Percy said quickly, before Annabeth could launch into a knowledge filled, undecipherable speech about tone quality.
"Y-Yeah…" Nico hurried inside before they could pepper him more. How embarrassing - and awko taco.
Vio: So… didja miss us? No? Didn't think so. Anyways, consider this chappie two awkwards in one. :D I wrote most of it… from experience… except for the bread part. That was original. :) Green contributed like two sentences. Two very motivating sentences. *Sarcasm* But meh, she had homework. Reviews would make us happy!
Green: I was doing homework. -_- sorry guys! Anyway, I wrote: "Or was it?" And I was done. XD I'M JUST AWESOMESAUCE LIKE DAT.
Vio: Yup. DAZ HOW SHE ROLLLL!