Hola Chicas! This is going to be a fun tester book of mine! Just random ideas and hopefully a plot you can enjoy along with me! If you have any ideas I always take ideas, corrections, and Ocs!
I might use characters belonging to others. Rights be...
This is an entirely different plot and story book but some names may reappear because people like their OCs and I'm lazy.
Percy's POV: 8:36 pm Jan. 9 2017, USA east coast
"Whatcha doing?" Nico plopped down onto the green leather couch Katie was sitting on. Her honey blonde hair was draped in front of her face in a braid blocking her iPhone screen.
"Eek!" She jumped about ten feet before she calmed down. "Don't scare me! I was reading Solangelo puns!"
"Uh, what?"
"Ya know, Solangelo? The thing I went crazy over when I first found out you guys were the real Percy Jackson characters?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"Well the fandom is obsessed as well. You are a very popular ship. Listen to this meme:"
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She read the meme thing out loud for Frank, Hazel and Percy to hear from the other side of the room.
"Stop!" Nico tried not to smile, but Katie was laughing like a madman and Percy was even louder.
"Leave me alone!" Nico grabbed Katie's large white blanket and hid under it, curling up into a ball on the ground.
"Leave me be!" He barked at them. This made Katie laugh harder, her infectious grin spreading to Hazel and even a little to Frank.
"Sorry Mr. Super Fluffy Gay Ball of Death! Did the fandom offend you for being realistic?"
"Go away!" Nico tried to sound grumbly, but it came out as more squeaky awkward voices.
"He is a fluffy gay ball of death! Ha!" Percy was roaring with laughter in the recliner chair by the fireplace. Nico of course stalked over to him and pushed him off the seat and promptly sat down to spite him.
"Hey!"
"Hey!" Nico mocked Percy's whining.
"Give me back my seat!"
"Fight me."
"You're being ridiculous!"
"I think your face is ridiculous but I don't say that out loud do I?"
"Rude! I'm feeling abused! Katie! Hazel! Help! I'm being harassed by this jerk!"
"Is that the best you can comeback with, wow... that's sad Jackson." Nico shook his head and leaned back in the recliner, snuggling into the blanket and hiding from the other three people.
"Hey guys, finished cookies!" Annemarie called from a few feet away in the kitchen. The cherry wood floors gleamed in the moonlight spilling from the big arched window in the morning room right over the sink bar thing.
The granite top island shaped like a boot, had indeed three sheets of cookies, snickerdoodle, chocolate chip, and raisin oatmeal. All homemade by Annemarie.
