Chapter three: No Gas and is it Opposite day?

A/N: Here's where Spencer's bike runs out of gas and Freddie's mom actually steals food. Enjoy!

Carly's POV

Mrs. Benson's SUV was right in front of us. Spencer was going really fast. I would've been enjoying this if I wasn't on my way to I don't know where.

"Spencer where are we going!" I had to yell because of the sound of the motor and because we were going at about 120 mph.

"Camp Half-blood!" He yelled back. I knew that must've been a place where demigods stayed at like a summer camp. I now knew that Spencer wasn't lying. I had fought that snake lady and she had exploded into dust.

"Are Sam and Freddie demigods too?" I asked. Spencer slowed down a bit.

"What'd you say?" He asked. I sighed. My brother was such an idiot.

"I said if Sam and Freddie are demigods too!" I yelled.

"Yes, they are", Spencer replied.

"How come I had never been attacked before today?" I asked.

"'Cause you didn't know you were a half-blood", Spencer responded.

"That makes no sense", I replied.

"Yeah it does", Spencer replied, "I'll explain everything later."

We passed by quite a few houses. We had been traveling for about an hour and I knew we were going to have to stop for gas soon.

"When are we stopping for gas?" I asked.

"That would be-" the motorcycle made an ugly sound. "Now", Spencer finished dumbfounded. Spencer had no choice but to stop the motorcycle. Mrs. Benson parked her car up ahead and got out along with Freddie, Sam and Sam's mom.

"What happened?" Mrs. Benson asked.

"I forgot to fill my tank yesterday", Spencer replied.

"You're an idiot!" Mrs. Benson said. We were on the same page with that one.

"Hey Carls" Sam grabbed my arm and pulled me away towards Freddie.

"Do you believe all this shit our parents are saying?" she asked. I nodded my head

"Yeah. It's true. I fought a real monster" I replied. Freddie smirked.

"Is that how you got that giant hole?" He asked. I nodded my head.

"Ok, so I'm supposed to believe you, Carly Shay, fought an actual monster?" Sam said. Again I nodded.

"You're all fucking crazy" Sam said.

"I believe Carly. I saw a gigantic hole where her front door used to be. Explain that, Puckett" Freddie said.

"Helloooo, she's related to Spencer! Remember that time when Spencer made that hammer shit and almost got Carly killed and then she was almost forced to move to Yakima?"

Freddie and I nodded glumly. We didn't really need to be reminded about the Yakima incident.

"But I'm serious guys. I fought some snake lady with serious bad breath!" I said. Sam still didn't seem to believe me.

"So who do you think your "Olympian parent" is?" Freddie asked. I shrugged. The adults were getting help from a nearby house.

"I don't know. How about you?" I asked. Freddie shrugged. Sam rolled her eyes.

"So if you don't believe the grownups, what do you think happened to your father?" I asked Sam. She shrugged.

"I never really cared. I don't care what happened to that jerk" Sam replied.

"I didn't believe my mom until I saw the giant hole in Carly's apartment. I think just maybe they might be telling the truth" Freddie said.

"Guys, let's face it! Our legal guardians are all crazy! Freddie's mom always overreacts about everything, Spencer is a little off and my mom dates a million guys a month!" Sam said. She did have a point there, but I know I really fought that snake lady.

"But we need gas!" Spencer pleaded. He was talking to some guy at a nearby house.

"I'm sorry but I never give away gas, I need it dammit!" and with that the guy slammed the door in Spencer's face.

"Spencer, you're not asking right, Let me try" Sam's mom knocked on the door. The same guy opened the door.

"I'm not giving you gas!" He yelled. He was about to close the door, but Sam's mom stopped him.

"Hey big boy, we really really really need gas, maybe I can do something in exchange? Anything at all" Sam's mom said flirtatiously. The guy began to sweat.

"Umm, sure you guys can have all the gas you want" He said nervously. Spencer and Mrs. Benson proceeded into the guys house along with Sam's mom and the guy.

"Sam, what is your mom gonna do?" Freddie asked.

"Nothing. As soon as he gives them the gas she'll leave him hanging" Sam replied.

A few minutes later, Spencer came out of the house with a gallon of gas and Mrs. Benson came out with some snacks. Sam's mom came out with the guy at her heels.

"But you promised you'd do anything!" He pleaded. Sam's mom scowled.

"I lied" she said simply.

"I'm calling the cops!" the guy turned back into the house.

"Run!" Sam's mom called out. Spencer quickly put the gas into the gasoline tank. Mrs. Benson ran to her car and got into the driver's seat. Freddie, Sam, and Sam's mom quickly got into the backseats. Spencer got onto the motorcycle. "Get on, hurry!" He didn't need to tell me twice. I hopped on to the backseat, put on my helmet and Spencer speeded off following Mrs. Benson's car. I turned around to see the guy pounding the ground in frustration. I couldn't help but smile.

Freddie's POV

Ok, Sam's mom had to be the world's most wildest mother. And I thought my mom was crazy. As we sped off, Sam's mom was laughing her head off.

"That was fun!"she screamed at the top of her lungs. I rolled my eyes.

"That was illegal! It was stealing!" I said.

"Oh hush, Fredward!" Sam's mom replied. Fredward? She had caught Sam's habit of changing my name. "That guy was a jerk. He got what he disserved." Mom was munching on a fatcake she had stolen from that guy's house.

"Mom? You stole food?" I asked. Mom laughed.

"Yeah, want some?" She asked, passing me a bag of chips. I couldn't believe it. My mom was always nagging me on how stealing was bad, and yet here she was eating stolen food.

"No! Since when are you a thief?" I asked. Mom just kept laughing.

"Freddie, I'm not a thief and I also not an overprotective hag. All these years I was acting like that to protect you, to keep this from happening. I wanted to keep you home with me. I never wanted to send you to Camp Half-blood."

All these things were starting to kind of make sense. Mom was acting like a total overprotective hag all these years to keep my identity a secret. If I was like those bad kids out in the streets, by now I would've discovered I was a half god. My only question was why had I never been attacked like Carly had been?

"So how come Carly was attacked and I wasn't?" I asked. Mom looked at me through the rearview mirror.

"I have no clue. You'll probably be attacked soon enough" mom replied. I glanced at Sam who was sitting and looking real frustrated.

"What's the matter, Puckett?" I asked playfully. Sam looked kinda cute when she was mad and I knew me bugging her would make her even angrier. Whoa, not that I like Sam in anyway, but, you know.

"The matter is that I can't believe you of all people would actually believe this crap" she replied. It was a compliment, or at least I took it that way. She thought I was too smart to believe that we were really half bloods.

"C'mon Sam, it's actually starting to make sense" I replied. Sam shook her head and I smiled. It was fun making Sam pissed. Like I said before, I DON'T like Sam! I like Carly. You all know that, right?