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Chapter 6: Leo
Leo was afraid of the dark. Okay, yes, he admitted it—he’s afraid of the dark, ever since watching Paranormal Activity.
Leo shuddered; they had been walking towards New Jersey for about an hour now, since it was 8 PM.
He hugged the Double Stuffed Oreos that he stole from Percy’s parents; he hoped they wouldn’t mind, since they did leave them behind.
Leo opened the bag for the hundredth time and took out another Oreo—there were only a few left now.
Percy and Jason looked at him. “Dude, you know you’ve eaten like, a hundred Ores in less than an hour, right?” Percy asked.
Leo gulped down his Oreo, then stuffed the box in his backpack. “I eat when I’m… scared.”
No one responded to that.
The rain was just drizzling now, but there was still thunder and lightning—occasionally Leo saw a tree a few hundred yards away tumble down from getting hit.
It was summer, so it was hot and humid—Leo saw Emily was now wearing shorts and a tank top instead of her jeans and long sleeved-shirt; she seemed the most comfortable out of all of them.
Leo just wanted to sit down and sleep and play on his xBox.
“Question. Where are we going to sleep?” He asked them.
“Hmm, I think that’s the first intelligent question that ever came out of you, Leo,” Percy responded.
“Gee, I feel so warm and tingly inside.”
“That’s just weird,” Jason added.
“I was kidding, Pretty Boy.”
“Shut up, Hot Head.”
“Peerrccyyyy, you didn’t answer my question,” Leo whined.
“Honestly, Leo? I don’t know. No where is safe if the gods are fighting… we’re just gonna have to find a nearby store that seems friendly to sleep in.”
“There better not be any mutated Cokes inside,” Leo muttered.
“Hey, don’t insult Cokes!” Percy said.
“Pepsi’s WAY better.”
“I actually like Coke better,” Emily said. “The polar bear’s cute.”
“Well yeah, but who cares about a polar bear?” Leo asked.
“Polar bear lovers?”
“Like my stepdad, Paul.”
“Paul likes polar bears?” Jason asked.
“Apparently. My mom said he wanted one as a pet.”
“Oh.”
Well that was a conversation stopper.
They trudged along, Leo’s curly hair plastered to his forehead—only Percy wasn’t wet, and every now and then, he could see Jason take out a brush to keep his hair all “perfect.”
“What about we stay in that empty bookstore over there?” Emily suddenly asked, pointing in the distance.
Leo tilted his head. “I don’t see any bookstore… I don’t think I’d want to go in one, either.”
“Why? They’re not that bad. Can’t you see that sign that says Books and Eyes Bookstore? They even sell coffee!”
Percy squinted. “I can’t see anything… Emily, are you sure you’re not on drugs?”
Leo burst out laughing, but shut up when Emily raised her eyebrows at him.
“Um, no. I’m pretty sure I can clearly see the Books and Eyes Bookstore.”
“I can’t see anything!” Jason complained, bringing out his hair brush again.
“Stop worrying about your hair, Pretty Boy.”
“Shut up, Leo!”
“What I don’t get it is why the gods are fighting, I mean, I think it’s pretty stupid and annoying—they could be helping us right now, not sitting around doing nothing.” Percy stated, crossing his arms.
Leo heard thunder rumble more loudly now—not a good sign.
“Oh gods, Percy, you made them pissed off even more!” Jason replied, brushing his hair faster.
“Way to go, Kelp Head.” Leo said, snorting.
“Hey, it’s not my fault, Leo and Jason, that they’re not even doing anything!”
The thunder rumbled even louder now, and the rain came harder—but wait; Leo felt his hair and found a cheerio on his head.
Emily looked up curiously. “Did I just feel a turnip on my hair?”
“Ow! It’s raining garden vegetables!” Jason yelled, raising his brush to protect himself.
“CURSE YOU DEMETER!” Percy yelled, shaking his fist at the sky, which made it rumble even louder, with more cereals and turnips and corn coming down from the sky.
“OW! A potato hit my head!” Leo rubbed his head, moaning.
Emily rocked back and forth. “So, now’s a good time to go in that bookstore that I saw, right?”
“Fine, fine,” Percy grumbled, and they ran, following Emily.
Leo thought she was crazy—until he saw the sign for Books and Eyes Bookstore.
“Why do I have a feeling this is going to go wrong?” Jason murmured, as they entered the vacant bookstore, which was surprisingly unlocked—the owners must’ve been in a hurry when they left this store.
All the windows were blown out, so the wind still came in, but it was cooler inside than outside; Leo stumbled on a lot of books, but found the lights and flicked them on.
“Leo to the rescue—again!” He said, pounding his chest.
Emily scrunched her nose up—which Leo thought was cute.
“Ugh. It stinks in here… Luckily, I found four sleeping bags in your parents’ apartment, Percy, if you don’t mind me stealing it…”
“No, it’s fine—it’s better than Leo stealing all of those Oreos.”
“Hey, don’t judge my love for Oreos!”
Jason yawned. “Yeah, well, I’m gonna crash—walking all this way makes me tired… and somewhat hungry.”
“Leo’s famous tacos and tofu burgers coming right up!”
“Tofu burgers?” Emily asked, looking at him. “And where do you have the food and fire…?”
Leo patted his tool belt. “The magic comes from here.”
Percy yawned. “You sound like… Walt Disney.”
“How?”
“I don’t know.”
“Oh.”
That was another conversation stopper.
In a matter of seconds, Leo had a small fire going (burning some math textbooks), and started with his tacos and tofu burgers—yum.
Emily smiled. “This smells REALLY good. I didn’t know you had cooking skills, Leo.”
“Hey, that’s just another awesome thing about The Flame.”
Jason and Percy rolled their eyes, while Emily laughed—everyone was dry now (well, Percy always was), and they all felt comfortable in the bookstore named Books and Eyes Bookstore.
“Ah, order up dawgs!”
“Leo… you’re not Randy Jackson,” Percy said, clucking his tongue and shaking his head.
“Obviously not, Shark Boy.”
“Since when am I a shark?”
“You’re not.”
“Then why are you calling me Shark Boy?”
“I want my food, Leo,” Jason said, stretching out on some books.
“Geez, always so pushy, Pretty Boy.”
“Shut up.”
Leo distributed the food, putting the nicest taco and tofu burger on Emily’s paper plate that they found lying around by where the coffee machine was.
She smiled at him. “Thanks, Leo.”
He managed to nod slightly, then gulped his taco in less than a second. That went the same for his burger, and everyone looked at him.
“Hey, you can’t blame the hungry stomach,” He said, patting his belly. “Well, Imma go sleep now, peace out, dawgs.”
He lied down in his sleeping bag, hearing Percy clucking his tongue again—but he didn’t care, because now he was dry and warm and with his friends, and he was just tired, ready to crash after a long day of finding diet Pepsis, Oreos, and a bookstore with a really weird name.
i'll probably post a preview tomorrow, and thank you for all the comments!
i love doing Leo's POV :D
enjoy the chapter!
Chapter 6: Leo
Leo was afraid of the dark. Okay, yes, he admitted it—he’s afraid of the dark, ever since watching Paranormal Activity.
Leo shuddered; they had been walking towards New Jersey for about an hour now, since it was 8 PM.
He hugged the Double Stuffed Oreos that he stole from Percy’s parents; he hoped they wouldn’t mind, since they did leave them behind.
Leo opened the bag for the hundredth time and took out another Oreo—there were only a few left now.
Percy and Jason looked at him. “Dude, you know you’ve eaten like, a hundred Ores in less than an hour, right?” Percy asked.
Leo gulped down his Oreo, then stuffed the box in his backpack. “I eat when I’m… scared.”
No one responded to that.
The rain was just drizzling now, but there was still thunder and lightning—occasionally Leo saw a tree a few hundred yards away tumble down from getting hit.
It was summer, so it was hot and humid—Leo saw Emily was now wearing shorts and a tank top instead of her jeans and long sleeved-shirt; she seemed the most comfortable out of all of them.
Leo just wanted to sit down and sleep and play on his xBox.
“Question. Where are we going to sleep?” He asked them.
“Hmm, I think that’s the first intelligent question that ever came out of you, Leo,” Percy responded.
“Gee, I feel so warm and tingly inside.”
“That’s just weird,” Jason added.
“I was kidding, Pretty Boy.”
“Shut up, Hot Head.”
“Peerrccyyyy, you didn’t answer my question,” Leo whined.
“Honestly, Leo? I don’t know. No where is safe if the gods are fighting… we’re just gonna have to find a nearby store that seems friendly to sleep in.”
“There better not be any mutated Cokes inside,” Leo muttered.
“Hey, don’t insult Cokes!” Percy said.
“Pepsi’s WAY better.”
“I actually like Coke better,” Emily said. “The polar bear’s cute.”
“Well yeah, but who cares about a polar bear?” Leo asked.
“Polar bear lovers?”
“Like my stepdad, Paul.”
“Paul likes polar bears?” Jason asked.
“Apparently. My mom said he wanted one as a pet.”
“Oh.”
Well that was a conversation stopper.
They trudged along, Leo’s curly hair plastered to his forehead—only Percy wasn’t wet, and every now and then, he could see Jason take out a brush to keep his hair all “perfect.”
“What about we stay in that empty bookstore over there?” Emily suddenly asked, pointing in the distance.
Leo tilted his head. “I don’t see any bookstore… I don’t think I’d want to go in one, either.”
“Why? They’re not that bad. Can’t you see that sign that says Books and Eyes Bookstore? They even sell coffee!”
Percy squinted. “I can’t see anything… Emily, are you sure you’re not on drugs?”
Leo burst out laughing, but shut up when Emily raised her eyebrows at him.
“Um, no. I’m pretty sure I can clearly see the Books and Eyes Bookstore.”
“I can’t see anything!” Jason complained, bringing out his hair brush again.
“Stop worrying about your hair, Pretty Boy.”
“Shut up, Leo!”
“What I don’t get it is why the gods are fighting, I mean, I think it’s pretty stupid and annoying—they could be helping us right now, not sitting around doing nothing.” Percy stated, crossing his arms.
Leo heard thunder rumble more loudly now—not a good sign.
“Oh gods, Percy, you made them pissed off even more!” Jason replied, brushing his hair faster.
“Way to go, Kelp Head.” Leo said, snorting.
“Hey, it’s not my fault, Leo and Jason, that they’re not even doing anything!”
The thunder rumbled even louder now, and the rain came harder—but wait; Leo felt his hair and found a cheerio on his head.
Emily looked up curiously. “Did I just feel a turnip on my hair?”
“Ow! It’s raining garden vegetables!” Jason yelled, raising his brush to protect himself.
“CURSE YOU DEMETER!” Percy yelled, shaking his fist at the sky, which made it rumble even louder, with more cereals and turnips and corn coming down from the sky.
“OW! A potato hit my head!” Leo rubbed his head, moaning.
Emily rocked back and forth. “So, now’s a good time to go in that bookstore that I saw, right?”
“Fine, fine,” Percy grumbled, and they ran, following Emily.
Leo thought she was crazy—until he saw the sign for Books and Eyes Bookstore.
“Why do I have a feeling this is going to go wrong?” Jason murmured, as they entered the vacant bookstore, which was surprisingly unlocked—the owners must’ve been in a hurry when they left this store.
All the windows were blown out, so the wind still came in, but it was cooler inside than outside; Leo stumbled on a lot of books, but found the lights and flicked them on.
“Leo to the rescue—again!” He said, pounding his chest.
Emily scrunched her nose up—which Leo thought was cute.
“Ugh. It stinks in here… Luckily, I found four sleeping bags in your parents’ apartment, Percy, if you don’t mind me stealing it…”
“No, it’s fine—it’s better than Leo stealing all of those Oreos.”
“Hey, don’t judge my love for Oreos!”
Jason yawned. “Yeah, well, I’m gonna crash—walking all this way makes me tired… and somewhat hungry.”
“Leo’s famous tacos and tofu burgers coming right up!”
“Tofu burgers?” Emily asked, looking at him. “And where do you have the food and fire…?”
Leo patted his tool belt. “The magic comes from here.”
Percy yawned. “You sound like… Walt Disney.”
“How?”
“I don’t know.”
“Oh.”
That was another conversation stopper.
In a matter of seconds, Leo had a small fire going (burning some math textbooks), and started with his tacos and tofu burgers—yum.
Emily smiled. “This smells REALLY good. I didn’t know you had cooking skills, Leo.”
“Hey, that’s just another awesome thing about The Flame.”
Jason and Percy rolled their eyes, while Emily laughed—everyone was dry now (well, Percy always was), and they all felt comfortable in the bookstore named Books and Eyes Bookstore.
“Ah, order up dawgs!”
“Leo… you’re not Randy Jackson,” Percy said, clucking his tongue and shaking his head.
“Obviously not, Shark Boy.”
“Since when am I a shark?”
“You’re not.”
“Then why are you calling me Shark Boy?”
“I want my food, Leo,” Jason said, stretching out on some books.
“Geez, always so pushy, Pretty Boy.”
“Shut up.”
Leo distributed the food, putting the nicest taco and tofu burger on Emily’s paper plate that they found lying around by where the coffee machine was.
She smiled at him. “Thanks, Leo.”
He managed to nod slightly, then gulped his taco in less than a second. That went the same for his burger, and everyone looked at him.
“Hey, you can’t blame the hungry stomach,” He said, patting his belly. “Well, Imma go sleep now, peace out, dawgs.”
He lied down in his sleeping bag, hearing Percy clucking his tongue again—but he didn’t care, because now he was dry and warm and with his friends, and he was just tired, ready to crash after a long day of finding diet Pepsis, Oreos, and a bookstore with a really weird name.
