Hosts With The Mosts

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Smoke

Jason walked to the Bunker 9, carrying a plate of food, a zippo lighter in one of his pockets, a little bit worried about Leo’s habits, like avoiding sleeping for two or three days and being knock out for twenty hours, or eating just one time at day.

He and Piper made the decision to take turns and check on Leo, sometimes the brothers of Leo did the job, Chiron or Annabeth, but with the months passing, only Piper and Jason keep going, and Harley, but the little boy had more interest in the bunker, and copied the worst habits of Leo, like drinking a lot of caffeine and working, mostly, in underwear.

He lighted the zippo, under the neon paint arrows that Piper painted, to help other campers to know where to put the fire to open the entrance of the bunker.

When the door opened a lot of smoke came out, going to the sky, Leo going outside, his t-shirt with holes and little fires, his pants burned upper his legs, in the middle of his tights, the curly hair a little long, almost covering his eyes, the work belt, thankfully fireproof, has hanging from his hips.

“You're on fire”

“I got a little distracted” moving his hands, trying to put out his clothes “but Festus is talking”

Jason sat down in the grass, Leo coping him, the two of them with their backs on the stone wall.

“This ship will be amazing”

“The Argo II, we are the new argonauts”

“Why you call the ship like that?”

Leo smiled, while he picked up a burger of the plate.

“You are Jason, you were like a leader in the Roman camp, and you are having a boat, and Perseus doesn’t have a boat in the legends, and, technically, he is form Argos”

“Did you look myths to came up with a name of the boat?”

“I consider calling Leo’s Doom Boat, or Festus’ Boat, Annabeth said it was wise to call it Argo”

Dreams

Annabeth remembered how out of place she felt at school, when the girls talked about their mothers, how all his cousins had mothers, when, in the school family day, she used to be alone, because his father was working.

As a kid, she always dreamed about a family, having a loving mother, someone who will brush her hair, cook the breakfast, take her to school, play with her, help with the homework, Frederick Chase was an busy man, he didn’t have enough time to take good care of a little girl.

Growing, Annabeth’s dreams changed, he stopped dreaming about loving parents, now she was picturing herself as a mother, having kids, raising them, being the mother she always wanted to have, she dreamed about a husband too, a faceless man, loving and caring.

During the college, she dated a lot of boys, but nobody wanted to plan the relation so far, thinking about marriage and kids, Annabeth stopped bringing the topic, smiling and never asking for a stronger compromise, the dream bury on her mind.

In her final years at college, moving with a roommate, a girl named Reyna, she started to think about it again.

Reyna was sweet, waking soon to make breakfast, always asking about Annabeth’s day, dragging the girl to her bed when she fell sleep on her desk, Reyna was so loving and caring, slowly, the faceless man morphed into a girl, someone like Reyna.

“Would you like to have kids?” asked Reyna once, both of them looking at the window, eating ice cream, a summer storm breaking the sky.

“I like the idea of a house with white fences, two or three kids, a dog.”

“Lovely,” Reyna looked at the sky, her eyes wandering on the landscape “I’d be nice to have a family, raise a kid, knowing you will have someone waiting for you, having a home.”

“When I was little, I thought I would marry a man, but know, I only picture a girl, two kids, a big dog, a house I designed, big backyard, something pretty”

“All the things you design are pretty”

Annabeth blushed, avoiding Reyna’s eyes, they stayed in silence, looking at the storm.

They graduate and part ways, in the months before they departure the topic never come up again, Annabeth dated girls and boys, some relations more serious than others, and they idea of Reyna being her lifelong partner faded away.

Years later, more than a decade, they met again, the group of friends they were in college reunited, Annabeth was married with a pretty girl, and they adopted a little boy, she had the house and the dog, big backyard and a room for another kid, her wife was all she wanted and more.

“You know,” she told Reyna when she was leaving “I dreamed about us together.”

“Yeah, me too.”

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