Lost And Found

Chapter 15: Sneakouts and Makeouts (DATE NIGHT PART 2)

Andromeda's POV

Connor and I had a new plan. Let's not go down to the beach, let's sneak out. Now I know this may sound like a stupid idea but we are still going to play 21 questions.

As we ran near the beach we made a quick turn into the woods. The woods were filled with different monsters,they wouldn't actually hurt you unless your playing a deathly game of capture the flag or you provoke them.

When we made this quick turn we began to run to the border line of camp, and when we got there we had to be quiet to not disturb the drakon that guarded the golden fleece. We do not want him awake.

I look over at Connor as we start to walk down the hill, I slightly blush and I'm glad he couldn't see my face as the sky began to darken. I still didn't know how I felt towards him, but the feelings were strong. I know I'm not a Disney princess, I can't have feelings for a guy I just met. And if I do ever have a relationship with him, I want to take things slow.

To be honest I was scared, I was scared of having to lose somebody I cared about. Yes, yes I do care about Connor. He's my friend, he makes me laugh and not cry (hopefully). He's been there when other walked out, and also who gives Percy or anybody else for the matter to tell me I can't like. I shouldn't really date him but that doesn't mean I can't like him, right?

We didn't have to run that far because I having the skill to pit- pocket and "borrowing" things, I've learned how to steal at least ten bucks without anybody noticing. I've don't a lot of things I'm not proud of, but this was how I've lived for the past years, I've had too take deep measures all because some stupid doctor didn't want my mom to know she had me or whatever. No, no hold up, I've had to face different demons, monsters and almost killed a guy in an accidental car crash all because some god couldn't keep it in his pants. So for this I blame him, I blame friking social workers, monsters and douche foster dads who don't give a schist about me. So THANK YOU for this messed up life I have to live in.

And yes I am blaming everyone else, because I'm both tired and done. 100 percent done. I wanted to scream at my dad, I wanted to blame him for never giving me a time of day, for giving me supernatural powers that go against all logic, or reality. This is not how I wanted my life to be, I wanted to he someone different, I wanted to change who I am. But I never could, to everyone else I probably look like some punk chick who just stepped out of a P!nk music video. That's is who I am, a seventeen year old punk girl. I have at least three tattoos, and I want to get a nose ring. But these things didn't make me a punk, oh no.

I was known as a punk for pit- pocketing and stealing.  But what they didn't know is that I would secretly return the items, not directly to the owner. I would leave on like that front porch or something and leave a note I wrote on my useless computer.

Anyway, I had token one of the camps cell phones that are monster proof. I phoned for a cab and in a matter of minutes Connor and I had been walking down by the shore line of Manhattan New York, down by the sea.

Connor and I walked down at the pear where people would keep there sail boats. As the water hit the sandy shore it gave off a whooshing sound and then it retreated to do the same thing once again.

"So twenty one questions, the game categories go like this: favorite color, favorite food, favorite animal, favorite holiday, favorite season, favorite sports game, ever had a stuff animal and stuff like that, got it?" he told/asked me. I nod yes in return. "alrighty then, favorite color mines blue?"

"green/blue" " pizza" "ice cream" "snake" "horse" " April fools" "Halloween" " spring/summer" "fall/summer" "sword fighting" "soccer" "yes a teddy bear" "same, teddy bear". This is how the game went one as we reach the twentieth question we had already began laughing and enjoying each others company. It was fun hanging out with him.