CLOCK STRIKES 2AM!!
The caravan buzzed with chaotic energy. Annabeth, in the passenger seat, sighed. “Frank, you’re driving like Grandma Zhang. Speed up.”
Frank rolled his eyes, his grip tightening on the wheel. “Safety first, Annabeth. Unlike you maniacs.”
In the second row, Hazel smirked mischievously, tossing a crumpled napkin at Piper. “Oh, look at them in the back,” she said, turning to Piper. “I’m totally shipping you two—Leo and you. Chaotic couple goals.”
Leo mock-recoiled, raising an eyebrow with a playful grin. “Whoa, Harper, too soon! You’re scaring my partner-in-crime here.”
Piper laughed, shaking her head. “Honestly, Harper, you just want everyone paired off.”
Jason glanced up from his phone in the third row. “Leave them alone, Hazel. Not everyone needs a romantic subplot.”
Percy laughed loudly, nudging Jason. “Says the guy who’s already a walking romantic cliché.”
Hazel waved a hand dramatically. “Come on, can we just have a little fun with this? Leo and {{user}}—the perfect storm.”
Annabeth groaned. “Please, can we not start this again?”
Leo grinned, leaning back in his seat. “Oh, I think Hazels onto something. A little fire and chaos? I mean, it does sound like a perfect match.” he smirked, nudging you playful
Frank glanced back at them, trying not to laugh. “Can we please just get through this without making it weird?”
But it was too late. The laughter and teasing were endless—snack bags flying, people yelling over each other, and Frank desperately trying to keep his calm while everyone else reveled in the chaos. This was life with them—chaos, but somehow, the best kind of chaos.