charlotte harrington was a normal kid. she lived with her parents and older brother, steve. she was friends with dustin, mike, lucas, and will. she didn't necessarily like playing d&d, but she still sat through their campaigns to help them in times...
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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧: 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐝
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❝ᴀs ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ, ᴀʀʟᴏ.❞
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𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐗 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 up with lucas on their way to the junkyard before the trio had ran into percy and apollo. the two williams boys were inside of apollo's old volkswagen van. it had spray paint all on the outside of it, and was basically falling apart from age, but arlo had a deep love for that van. her, lucas, and max were now inside of the van, arlo's and lucas' bikes being stuffed into the back while apollo drove them to the junkyard.
"do you know why dustin told us to go to the junkyard?" percy questioned, turning around to face his friends. he still was very confused on what was going on.
"yeah. that kid broke my sleep from how much he was radioing percy." apollo informed, bringing a cigarette to his lips to take a pull. arlo looked over at lucas since the both of them knew that it was about dart, but arlo knew what had happened for them to even be looking for the slimy creature.
"something about dart." she answered, shrugging her shoulders.
"he found him?" percy asked, his eyebrows raised slightly.
"in a sense." lucas mumbled, earning a confused look from percy, apollo, and max.
the rest of the ride was silent, percy and apollo trying to figure out what was going on. arlo was sat between lucas and max, the harrington girl's eyebrows furrowing slightly. it was an ache somewhere inside of her, coming from deep within, but she didn't know where or why it was there. she continued to look down at her lap, eyebrows still furrowed together. a nudge coming from her right side snapped her out of whatever trance she was in, turning to look at max with raised eyebrows.
