It's really late where I live, so please excuse any typos. Anyway, I got this idea from a friend (Hi there Ella). Hope you don't mind me writing it out... you said I could, sorry if you've changed your mind. :)

Well, let's disclaimer it all. (I meant to write disclaimer, no typos just derp.)

I don't own PJO, HoO, or even this plot. They all belong to Rick Riordan and my insane friend who is AWESOME at thinking up random one-shot ideas. (When I say insane I don't mean plop-her-in-an-asylum crazy, I mean... you know what I mean.)

Read on, demigods. Read on.

The giant war had happened a year ago.

It was calm. Really, really calm.

Frank and Hazel were staying at Camp Half-Blood for a few weeks.

The Seven (Nico and Calypso included) were hanging out in Cabin Three during their free time. Just joking, laughing, pretending that everything was normal.

Percy wasn't having any of that.

So, a thought entered his mind.

And a smirk crossed his face.

No one noticed at first. Maybe they just assumed that it was from some joke they'd told.

But Annabeth was very, very observant.

"Why are you smirking?" she asked her boyfriend after a minute. The others kept talking. Percy kept smirking.

"Percy, why are you smirking?" Annabeth tried again. He just stared straight ahead.

By then the other demigods had taken notice of what was going on with Percy and Annabeth.

"Dude, seriously, why're you smirking?" Jason asked. Nothing.

"C'mon, man, tell us," Frank tried. Silence.

"Percy, tell us," Hazel laughed. Unlike the guys and Annabeth, who were starting to get frustrated, she found the situation amusing.

"He's probably just remembering-" Leo started, but one look from Calypso silenced and reminded him of the last time he's made a joke like that about Annabeth and Percy's romantic life. He still had bruises.

"If he doesn't want to say, then he doesn't have to-"

"WILL YOU JUST TELL US ALREADY?!"

Everyone's heads slowly turned to face the son of Hades, except for Percy. Nico was sitting perfectly still, his face nochalant, like he hadn't just screamed at the top of his lungs.

Little did he know, Nico had just opened the flood gates.

They all started yelling at Percy to tell them why he was smirking, and Nico was wishing he'd kept his mouth shut. (Who knew that children of Hades got migraines?)

Percy was having a hard time holding it together.

But he'd made it this far, he'd pushed them all to the brink of insanity, he needed to keep it together.

He couldn't loose his cool. Percy's whole operation that he'd started the minute he started smirking was relying on him keeping his cool.

You can do it. Tune them out. They're not there. Tune them out. Don't laugh don't laugh don't laugh.

But then, one voice broke above everyone else's.

"PERSEUS JACKSON, YOU ARE GOING TO TELL US WHY YOU ARE SMIRKING RIGHT NOW!"

Even people who'd survived death on multiple occasions couldn't resist Piper's charmspeak.

"Because I felt like it."

Then the son of Poseidon half ran, half jogged out of his cabin so that he could let out the laughter that had been begging to be released.

And to get away from eight angry demigods.