It was really cold. That was all she could think of.

They landed a few minutes ago, and she instantly regretted not bringing another jacket. Her breath came in small puffs of smoke as she tried to cover herself with her coat, wanting to get warmth. She cursed him; he was supposed to be here minutes ago! She sat back down in the cold, metal seat, making her hiss. She sighed and kept her luggage close, her tote bag sitting on her lap. She removed the hood of her parka coat, arranging her long, black wavy hair. Looking at her watch, it was now 11:35, and he was supposed to be here 30 minutes before she arrived. She knew that he knows how much she hates waiting.

"11:00, he said. I'll be there by 11." She mocked, crossing her arms. "11:00 my face! If he comes here at noon I will strangle him and drown him to death."

She cursed some more, probably frightening the others around her as she released strings of curse words. Stopping, she just groaned and pulled her phone out. She sent him text after text, and even called him for 20 times. She didn't notice the boy who sat beside her.

"Forgive me for the interruption, but I pity that someone you've been cursing at." She looked up, facing a handsome teenage boy. She looked at him up and down, being wary. He had sandy blonde hair which was kept in a brown beanie, thick lashes framing eyes as blue as the sky. He had a chiseled jaw, and was extremely handsome. He was wearing a light teal shirt underneath an olive green coat, his scarf another shade of dark blue. He wore brown boots and just plain jeans, a casual sunglasses slung on his shirt. He was looking at her with a smile, but that did not fool her, smiles don't work on her anymore.

"You should be." She settled for that, going back to texting.

The man grinned, leaning back at his seat. He was waiting for someone when he saw her, and he immediately got attracted. He simply observed her for a few minutes, watching her as she took her hat off, jet-black hair in waves tumbling down. She was wearing sunglasses, so he couldn't see his eyes. She had plump lips that were set in a straight line, perfect eyebrows scrunched and arms crossed in irritation. He noticed that people were now looking at her, eyes wary and a bit scared. She was wearing a military green parka coat with fur on its hood, black sweater underneath. His sister would want a coat like that, he's sure. Her denim-clad legs are crossed, brown boots impatiently tapping. He can't help but go to her, so he did. He sat down and strike down a conversation, only to be coldly regarded by this girl.

"Are you a tourist?" He asked, turning his head to look at her. She stopped texting, groaning mentally. This boy just won't leave her alone huh?

"Do I look like one?" She asked, head tilting to the side as she regarded him again. He pouted his lips and looked at her up and down, before shaking his head. She raised an eyebrow and just continued to text on her phone.

"You look like a clone of those stereotypical American teenagers walking down the street." He said, crossing his arms. "Except you're more cold and bitchy." He heard her scoff. He hid a smile.

Did this boy just call her bitchy? They haven't even had one straight conversation and he's already judging her? How dare he. She fumed, but of course, she wasn't going to show him. She didn't even know him, so why would his opinion matter? She regained a calm face as she looked at him, eyebrows still raised.

"Well if you wanted to judge, might as well take law in college. I think that'll work for you." She said sarcastically, before continuing. "But right now, this doesn't look like a court room, it's an airport, so people would appreciate it if you don't go walking around judging someone else."

"Creep," She muttered as she leaned back, irritated but this boy seemed to be having fun. He really was. He chuckled, shaking his head at her answer. He turned his head to the side and something caught his eyes. His face turned gravely serious, standing up in one swift move and not bothering to say goodbye. He moved around the sea of people who were waiting for their families or a cab to take them home. The girl sighed; reliefs flooding her as she sensed the boy walk away.

"What a creep." She repeated, this time aloud.

She watched the people outside, reuniting with the families they haven't seen for quite some time. Some were crying, and some were just plain happy. They were all smiles, hugging each other as if there's no tomorrow. A small young girl yelled papa, and her mother turned, a bright smile on her face. A man, with a bunch of luggage and suitcase in a trolley ran to them, hugging them as soon as they were near. The young girl held him like he was her lifeline, tears streaming down the family's faces. A soft smile formed on her lips. She could still remember clearly the time she was in that little girl's place, running to her father as fast as her little legs could carry, her mother following after her. They hugged for what seemed like eternity, and she couldn't remember the time after that that she left her father's embrace.

She sighed and shook her head; it has been far too long since she had seen her father or her half brother. She took out her favorite book and just began to read.

"All these months and you're still a bookworm?" A voice interrupted her thoughts making her turn to the side. There standing was he, hands on his jean pockets. He had a stupid smile on his face, jet-black hair like hers still messy as ever. He had changed, become taller and a more toned. He wore the sweater she had sent him for Christmas, it reminded her of his eyes. His sea green eyes were shining with happiness and humor, and she can't help but reflect it with her own. She stood up and he walked over to her, enveloping her in a big hug. She laughed, shaking her head.

"I'm sorry for not being able to attend the funeral. Claire-"

"Mom's in a better place now." She interrupted him, patting him in the back. "And I'm sure she'll understand."

He could only nod, letting things go. She's tired after a long flight, and he didn't want to stress her out even more. She pulled back, a smile on her face but it quickly changed, using her book to hit him on his head.

"OW!"

"11:00 huh, 11:00 my ass you little-"

"It wasn't my fault! It was traffic!"

"Well you should've woken up sooner!" She said, scoffing. "I get home a few times and you make me wait."

"Hey, you're lucky I woke up quite early." He said, "I don't wake up early for anyone else."

"You better wake up early or I'll-" She aimed another hit

"I'll treat you In-N-Out for Olympus' sake!" He said covering his head, as she got ready for another hit. That peaked her interest and grinned.

"Ah, you should've told me sooner." She said, grinning. He knows how much she loves In-N-Out and right now, he's thanking the Gods that the fast-food chain was just near them. When he thought the coast was clear, he removed his arms but still got two whacks.

"But I still waited long, and there's some creep who came up to me." She said, huffing before rolling her eyes. "Let's just go home Percy."

"Thought you'd never ask." Percy said, carrying her luggage to his car, putting it in the trunk while she sat on the passenger seat and strapped her seatbelt on. He sat on the driver's seat, immediately driving home. There was no traffic on the road, and they were in a comfortable silence, Ed Sheeran playing on the radio. He looked at her to see her staring blankly at the window.

It has been her mom's funeral last month and he couldn't attend because of some pressing matters regarding Camp. Percy called and so did Sally and Paul, giving her their deepest condolences. She flew all the way to Greece to spread her mom's ashes in their favorite beach and she came to spray the rest on their home in Australia. Claire, her mom, made a wish for her to stay and live in New York. He knew he shouldn't talk about this, but he has to. He hasn't seen her for too long and all he wanted to know was if she was alright.

"How are you?" He asked.

She knew this was it. He was going to ask her about her mom and what her feelings are about it, like everyone else does.

"I'm fine." She said, short and clipped. It was what she always says. She'll just bore them out of their minds if she started talking about what's real.

"How are you really?" Percy asked, wanting to know the truth. He was worried about her.

She knows him, and he wouldn't stop unless he gets what he wants. And if it's the truth he wants, he has to wait a bit longer. She hasn't acknowledged her feelings yet for herself. She needs to sort herself out. She sighed in resignation and taking her sunglasses out, looking at Percy with hollow eyes. He had always loved her eyes; it was Caribbean Aqua, the perfect shade of the Caribbean seas.

"I'm tired, sad, angry and hurt." She said in a monotone, looking out the window. "It's been a month and I'm doing fine."

He sighed, that was the best she could give and he knows this. If she doesn't like to talk about it, there's nothing he can do. He just has to wait for the time where she'll be comfortable to tell him and he hopes that it's soon.

The drive was silent after that, and she was thankful. They arrived to the apartment a few minutes later, a smile crossing her face. She had missed this. She immediately got off her seatbelt and ran out the car, slamming the door shut. Percy shook his head, a smile on his face as he got out and went straight for the trunk to grab her things.

She knocked on the door and was greeted by a very pretty woman, clad in a cream sweater and jeans who looks just as enthusiastic as the girl.

"Clarissa!"

"Sally!"

Clarissa hugged her tightly. Nothing has changed with her, she was still as beautiful as ever, brown hair still up in a ponytail whenever she cooks. Her brown eyes held the same warmth she had in them the first time they met.

Clarissa had missed this, the apartment, Sally, everything. It was exactly like she remembered it, the warmth seeping through her skin. Paul was there, a broad smile on his face. He didn't change as well, still good old Paul. She hugged him too; after all, it was good to see him.

"You've grown taller!" He said, smiling at her. "You'll reach Percy in no time." Clarissa chuckled at that.

"We can talk later, come on, lunch is served." Sally said, slinging an arm around Clarissa's shoulders as she led her to the dining table, which was lined up with her favorite foods. She gladly took a seat and started eating right away; she didn't notice how hungry she was.

"Percy, come down already!" Sally called and he went down after changing into a shirt. They had an eventful meal, filled with laughter. They exchanged stories, catching up as they ate. As usual, Sally did an amazing job at cooking and Clarissa ate more than she always does.

"You are the greatest cook in the world Sally!" Clarissa said after the meal, leaning on the chair. She was stuffed. "This is the first thing I miss every time I go back to Australia."

"Not me?" Percy asked, shocked. Clarissa rolled her eyes, punching him in the shoulder, which made him wince.

"Not you, you idiot. I don't miss someone as annoying as you."

"Hey!" Percy turned to her, looking at her as if he found out he had period. This made Clarissa smirk, stopping a full-blown laugh threatening to get out.

"I'm your favorite brother, you should miss me too!"

"Percy, you're my only brother."

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