Our Future? [2] (A Comedy R0m4nc3 PJO fanfic, a scribbling, but most of all, a disaster)

Instructions

[Huff's code dictionary!!] (A=4 or @ E=3 G=6 I=1 L=! or 1 O=0 and comment if u need an explanation for any others! to me those just make sense idk why XDDD) Rachel I blinked. And then I blinked again. Then, I unceremoniously ripped my hand away from Octavian’s. “What does that mean?” I said, my voice rising without me meaning it too. Panic and incredulity was hitting me hard. “What’s a tie? What do you mean our lives are intertwined?!”
 Octavian’s eye twitched. That happened a lot. Except this time it was so aggressive it looked like he was having a facial seizure. “It means,” he started, “that powerful magic-ancient magic that you puny Greeks wouldn’t know of-has linked us together. We are like in soul and spirit, brethren in heart and-”
“Shut up.” I told him. “Stop speaking freak and start speaking english. What does being tied mean?! What’s going to happen to me?”
“It means,” Octavian tried again through gritted teeth. “In what you call ‘english’ and I call ‘dumbed speech’’-that if I d13, you d13. If you are c^t, I am c^t. If I get awful pollen allergies in the flower season-”
“Then I do.” I finished, eyes wide. Then I tilted my head. “Wait-that makes so much sense actually! I’ve had this irritating cold for weeks, it’s getting on my nerves and-HOLD UP.” Octavian watched me warily with those creepily blue eyes. Unnaturally blue, almost like his inner husky was shining through his face. Icy, cold and chilling to the bone. “What?”
 “If you do something stupid, like lick a public statue and get germs-am I going to catch the plag^e or something?” It was a genuine question, but Octavian did a double take so hard, he looked like a bobblehead. “Why would I do that?!” He demanded. I shrugged. “You st4b stuffed bears for fun. You’re weird. I mean you’ve obviously got some mental issues, and you expect me to just-”
“Enough!” Octavian said sharply and for some strange reason, I listened. I internally smacked myself for my polite instincts. Then an insult crossed my mind that had me reconsider. Perhaps not so polite. Octavian looked surprised at my cooperation as well, but he shook it off, reaching into his weird roman toga-dress thingy and pulling out a paper. “I have been searching the legion’s eldest archives, scouring every bit of our historical records to learn about such things-”
“And you look it.” I muttered. Partly because up close his eyes really were rimmed in dark circles and his hair messier than usual. Even his fancy outfit looked rumpled. And partly because I was still sour that he’d basically commanded me to shut up. “Attempting,” He continued, a little louder. “To discover if normal life could still be achieved with our…conditions.” I snorted at the way he said it and he sent me a look that said he wished I would trip right into Tart4rus. Ha, jokes on you, if I did that, you’d fall too! Wait that was depressing and disgusting. Goodness gracious- “Unfortunately if we stay more than six moons apart, we’ll both d13.” Octavian said, matter of factly. But he said it so fast it sounded like ‘Unfortunatelyfwestaymoredanixmoonsapartwellbothdie' so it took a moment to sink in. I blinked. Again. Once more. “WHAT?!” Octavian bit his lip and closed his eyes, looking about ready to drop d34d asleep. It was the most human I’d ever seen him look. “Six moons. Equivalent to six months. Any more than that and our shared life source flickers out and well…” He smiled grimly. “You saved me only to k1!! us both.” Austin “-which is how you play a diminished B seventh on a guitar. Likewise, if you were to hold the fifth fret-right here-and strum this note with it…gives it a sort of-” The door banged open and I dropped the guitar onto my foot, where it skidded across the floor and knocked over my tripod, flipping my phone onto the wood floor. “OW!” Will Solace stared at me, hopping across the room on one foot and simultaneously glaring da99ers at him. What can I say, I’m a talent. “You good?” “No, I’m not good.” I said. “I dropped a twenty pound weight on my foot-” “Four pound guitar.” Will interrupted. “And you just messed up my video! This was already my third take cause Arther walked across the room in only a t0wel and demanded I not post it. And then Kayla corrected me on one of my chords, which frankly, is embarrassing.” I crossed my arms. “And now you come flying in here like a hurricane-PLUS my foot hurts!” Will rolled his eyes. “Drama queen, much? You have like what, five followers? I’m sure they can wait for your latest blog or whatever.” “Actually-“ I said, sourly. “Almost everyone at camp follows me. And if demigods could actually use like-world wide social media-I think everyone in the world would follow.” Okay, okay, I admit it. Maybe I was being a littleeeeeee dramatic. But, hey! Have you met my dad? Heard about the apple and the tree or whatever? It fits, I know.