Hey guys~

Sorry for the long wait but I was busy writing the first chapter of my newest fanfic! :D

Hope you like this chapter!

The Adventures of a Lovesick Idiot: Leo Gets Kicked Off His Bed

Leo rubbed his eye and blinked, taking in the surroundings. For some reason, Leo was lying on the floor next to his bed. He sat up and the first thing he saw… was Coach Hedge. The events of the night before flooded into his mind.

**Flashback**

Coach Hedge barged into the captain's room with an armful of drachmas and a large glass prism.
The lighting in my room is really bad and I can't get any moonlight in… So I can't get a rainbow… And Chuck Norris said to always eat your broccoli… And…" he said with a slightly hyperventilated voice and then composed himself. "Can you turn the ship around so the moonlight can get into my window?"

Leo rolled his eyes.
"You want me to turn this entire ship around, lose to Gaia and have an apocalypse because you want to talk to your wife?!"

Coach whined and scrunched his face up as if he was about to cry.

Leo rolled his eyes again.
"Fine, but I'm still not going to turn the ship around for you. How about you move to a different room where there's moonlight?" he suggested.

Coach briefly considered it and then jumped straight into Leo's room and started up a call.

Leo complained but Coach Hedge was already engrossed in the call.

**A hundred or so drachmas later**

Leo sat on his bed and waited for Coach Hedge to finish his Iris Message while the satyr sat on the other end rambling so fast that Leo couldn't even make out any sense. Occasionally he did catch snippets of the conversation though.

"Love… Mellie… Penguins carrying umbrellas… Gaia… Must kill… Chuck Norris…" You know, the usual stuff.

Leo questioned Coach's conversational skills and waited for the agonisingly long call to end. Leo had been waiting for what seemed like hours. He wanted to go to sleep but he didn't trust the barbaric satyr to be alone in his room.

"You done yet?" Leo asked, tapping Coach Hedge on the shoulder.

"Hey Leo!" Mellie said, waving from the other side of the rainbow.

"Hi Mellie…" Leo greeted while Coach Hedge nudged the sleepy demigod out of the way.

Mellie's smiling face disappeared and rainbow static appeared.

"To continue the call, insert another drachma into the rainbow," Iris' pre-recorded voice chorused sweetly.

Coach Hedge glared at Leo,
"See?! You wasted like, three seconds worth of connection! Do you know how much three seconds of Iris Messaging costs? Neither do I! Whatever, just go away!" Coach complained.

Leo shuffled back to the other side of the bed and climbed under his blankets.

**End Flashback**

At some point, Coach Hedge must've unknowingly knocked Leo off the bed. Leo looked back up at the snoring satyr. Out of the armful of drachmas that Coach had come in with, there were only two half-eaten ones.

'This gives a new meaning to hefty midnight snacks,' Leo joked with himself. 'That was a really good one,' Leo told himself before storing the pun into his bottomless pit of sarcasm and jokes.

Leo left the sleeping satyr alone (because of the well-known proverb, 'Let sleeping dogs/satyrs/doglike-satyrs' lie).

He made his way to the dining hall hoping that there wasn't an awkward breakfast moment. He waited outside the dining hall ninja-style for a few seconds to listen for signs of awkwardness before walking in.

Piper and Jason seemed to be debating the pros and cons of demigods using technology. Apparently, Roman demigods didn't have the same experience or knowledge of using technology. Frank was trying to hold Hazel's hand while Hazel was daintily nibbling on a cracker slathered with margarine. Nico was sitting in a corner devising plans to get to the Doors of Death as soon as possible.
Personally, Leo thought that Nico was the only morning person out there.

Leo walked over to the stack of plates and took one from the top. Then, he noticed a small strand of brown hair stuck on it so Leo took the one underneath it instead.

Leo sat down at one of the many benches and wished for waffles. And not just any waffles, but Belgian waffles. And not just plain Belgian waffles but also with vanilla ice cream, whipped cream and berries, smothered with hot chocolate fudge and mini-marshmallows.

Leo's stomach grumbled and urged him to stuff the calorie-filled meal into his mouth. He shovelled waffle after waffle into his mouth and kept on wishing for more when the plate became empty.

Jason left Piper after admitting his defeat in the debate. He plopped his plate across from Nico and sat down. To Leo, it seemed that Jason was reassuring the depressed child of Hades who was eating a blue tuna sandwich.
It was strange enough that Nico was eating a blue sandwich (as that was Percy's kind of thing), but tuna too?! It was obvious that Nico was seriously missing the de facto captain of the Argo II.
Leo noted that Jason had a grilled fish fillet, a slice of bread dipped in wine, a sector of a cheese wheel, purple grapes and a side of olives. He realised that Jason was eating the modern equivalent of a perfect Roman breakfast and then narrowed his eyes.
Despite being known as a traitor to his fellow campers at Camp Jupiter, Jason still continued with his old habits. It was mildly discomforting.

Calypso disembarked from the ship and stepped back onto solid ground. Miami was nothing like Calypso had imagined. She looked around and saw people everywhere. The buildings were the height of a thousand statues and machinery from up above soared through the air.

From the ground, the machinery looked like birds. In particular, they looked like the birds that flew around Ogygia. Personally, the shape of the machines made her feel a little nostalgic.

"Here's 300 US Dollars for the plane trip from Miami to New York," the official centaur said (whose name Calypso had learned was Steve), while handing over a wad of 20 dollar notes. "And here's 70 Dollars for a cab from the airport to the camp," he said handing over a few more notes. "And here's 50 dollars in coins of assorted value," he continued, giving her a really heavy bag that made Calypso's hand drop down like an electrified fly. "You know, in case you want to play an arcade game or get something from a candy vendor…" he added quietly.

Last of all, Calypso was given a small, blue backpack. She opened it and found a tightly woven calico bag filled with 20 drachmas, a canteen of nectar and a fake passport.
"If all else fails, then just scrape off the inscriptions and give it to some guy in a Cash-To-Gold shop and exchange it for a few hundred dollars," the centaur told the girl.

Calypso wrinkled her nose. What was the point of giving her so much mortal cash if she could simply exchange it for so much money? Calypso thanked Steve anyway and gave him a grateful hug before walking off to the airport.

"You might want to turn left!" Steve called from behind her.

Calypso flushed red at her mistake and then turned as Steve asked.

"Your other left!"

Calypso tucked a loose strand behind her ear and became even more flustered.
"I knew that!"

I'll try to get another chapter up before Percy's birthday but I'm not sure if I'm up to it… I'll seriously try though!

BRING ON THE FLAMES, COS UNCLE LEO'S HERE!

Don't hold back on the criticism, because I'm pretty sure I can take it.