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*Leo walks in*
Leo: Oh cool, I have my own fan-club!
Me: Yes you do Leo.
Leo: Wow! This is so cool!
*Leo heats up*
Me: NO! You're gonna burn my computer!
Leo: Sorry, I just couldn't believe that I have so many fans...
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HeroUp until recently, Percy Jackson was everything I wanted.
He was a hero. Strong. Brave. Powerful. And yet... somehow not absorbed in his fame like all the other demigod heroes I had met.
That's how I thought of him for years. A hero.
Even after Bianca...
He was everything to me. But I knew he could never love me back. He had Annabeth.
I had no one.
Life was bad enough, with that secret.
But when it was no longer a secret...
Things got a whole lot worse.
Jason had promised me he'd keep it a secret. His idea of a secret meant telling no one except Piper. Piper promised to tell no one. Which meant no one except Hazel. Who told Frank. Who told Leo.
I would have thought that Leo would pass the message along to Percy. He was the sort of person who would, or at least that's what I thought.
But he didn't.
It became the gossip of the Argo II, though.
I was constantly hearing it whispered in voices that I was not meant to hear. My name echoed around the ship as though we were in a large cave rat
Chapter 5- To Crash and BurnToday was the day. One way or another, everything would be different after this.
I stayed up all night writing my personal thoughts and feelings to Leo. I got everything off of my chest and poured my soul out to him in this letter. I even tried to make my handwriting legible, which I’ll have you know was no easy task. I gathered all of my confidence and courage, and I decided to give Leo this letter.
Midday, Leo and I were in Bunker Nine. I read him The Odyssey while he worked on the dubstep soundboard for the Argo II. Why did a warship need a dubstep soundboard? It didn't. Leo and I were joking around one day when his light bulb went off and he decided to build one as one of the ship’s controls. I'll give Leo this: once he had an idea, he was determined to see it through to fruition. He was determined. It was one of the things I admired about him.
Anyway, I stopped at the part where Odysseus got stranded on Calypso's Island when I decided it was now or never.
Chapter 4- Contrived ComedyIt should have been another typical day. It was a first.
I was heading to Bunker Nine to see Leo, as usual. I was carrying the usual thing: a book, a bag of Cheeto Puffs, and a couple of Cokes. Outside food was against the rules, but I knew a kid in the Hermes cabin who could sneak all sorts of stuff in for a couple of golden drachmas.
When I got to Bunker Nine, I saw that Leo was in the lit forge cleaning it out, his entire body was engulfed in flames. Just an average Tuesday in the life of Leo Valdez.
"Howzit Leo?" I yelled, hoping to be heard over the roar of the flames. "I hope you like Cheetos cause–AAAAH!”
The fire around Leo had died out, revealing him to be only in his boxers shorts (that I may or may not have gotten a good look of).
I cupped my hands over my eyes, and everything in my arms spilled onto the floor. A coke exploded and started to spray all over the place. "Dude!"
Leo didn't seem to notice. "What's wrong with–"
Chapter 3 - InsecticideTap tap tap.
I looked up at the source of the tapping and gritted my teeth. He was doing it again.
By “it” I meant Leo absentmindedly tapping his finger on the table. He usually did this, and at first I didn't mind. It was part of his ADHD. Most demigods had it—it was a part of our battle reflexes, and Leo had ADHD on steroids.
But after a while it was starting to get really, really irritating.
I tried to ignore it and looked back down at my Polaroid pictures. I was documenting the building progress of the Argo II. It was really coming along; the skeletal frame of the ship was all laid out and the engine was complete. It was hard to believe that it’s only been about a month since Leo and his siblings first started to build it.
The first picture was of Leo holding the heavy head of Festus in front of the engine of the Argo II. Grease was smeared across his face and clothes. Another picture was of the rest of cabin nine working together to build the
Chapter 2 - Gratuitous SpanishLeo had this habit of speaking Spanish whenever he got irritated.
He would mutter to himself in Spanish whenever a piece of the Argo II he wasn’t turning out the way he wanted. Sometimes he’d whack a piece of machinery with a hammer and yell at it in the foreign language (probably calling it all sorts of mean names). Leo would often speak in Spanglish if he was trying to explain to me how some mechanical thingamajig worked—though to be fair, his technobabble was just as coherent to me as Spanish was.
And I won’t lie… it was kinda hot.
Don’t judge me.
“Seriously dude,” I said one day. “What are you saying that needs to be censored from me?”
At first he looked confused. Then it seemed to dawn on him that he was mumbling in Spanish.
“Oh, that?” he said. “I just slip into Spanish sometimes. My mom…” a shadow fell across his face. “She used to do the same thing.”
I knew what happened
Couples Contest EntryI had never liked boys, period. That is, until I met Leo Valdez. I only knew him as the counselor of Hephaestus cabin, and as the kid with the crazy grin. I never really thought of him that much until Capture the Flag. I was in Athena cabin, so we were head of the Blue Team: Hermes cabin, Demeter cabin, and Hephaestus cabin. So the sides were pretty even, and of course, I got stationed with Leo. Right before the game, my head counselor Annabeth pulled me aside. "Okay, I know about Leo and stuff, and he can get a little " She paused. " hyper. Don't let him burn up the North Woods, and explain the strategy." Annabeth warned. I nodded. Sure. It was going to be a piece of cake. As if she was reading my thoughts, Annabeth added, "Leo Valdez isn't a piece of cake, Amber."
So I was waiting by our station in these little clumps of bushes in the North Woods, and Leo was supposed to be here by now so we could set up the booby traps. In a few seconds, I heard some rustling in the leaves
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