OKay, okay. So this is a more serious present for you. Jason. Cause you know, I know you were expecting something like this. So...ENJOY.

Jagged. Yeah, he's rough around the edges, but he's Jason. What do you expect?

Actor. Unfortunately, he gets into a little role-play with Leo occasionally. Well...we TRY to tolerate it. I'm not saying we succeed.

Silent. Oh when he's quiet, he's WUIET. Even in battle. He won't speak a word if you did something offensive, like touching his game cards.

Over reactive. Seriously, lighten up. No need to be so tight all the time.

Never boring. We can always expect a great laugh from you, Grace.

Grounded. Yeah, not the parental kind of punishment. No, unlike me, you know where you stand in the world...Even if you lost your memory.

Reckless. You go there, you break that, You go here, you break this. Have some control over your movements, Grace.

Annoying. OH yes, You heard me. Sometimes, I want to carefully carve the word death onto your stomach because you're so annoying.

Crazy. IN battle and in normal life. I mean, I feel like you're going to accidentally stab one of us or something.

Extraordinary. There really is NO one like you, grace, Is tat a compliment? I don't know.

When I first met you,

Well...ok I admit, I could barely do anything when I first saw you.

I was what, 5 minutes old when you popped up into my room in the arms of a nurse?

Yeah...I can't tell from that hazy memory.

Well, we spent time together.

When we were six, someone pushed you down the slide.

While you sat there glaring at them and touching your cut knee tenderly;

I stood up for you.

Because you were too much of a ~w~i~m~p~

Well, when we were 7

We were in the same class.

And you would always.

ALWAYS.

Be the class clown.

Yeah, you were shy around other people,

But when it came to those you knew,

You were weirder and more annoying than anything else.

When I was 8.

It was time for me to move to another school district.

Yep. Time to pack my bags and leave.

Well, we said bye.

I made some new friends in that new school.

Some really good friends, too.

Like believe it or not, I'm pretty sure I knew 'Kota before he went to camp...

And we stopped keeping in touch, cause it just

Took. Too. Much. Time.

Four years pass

And then, suddenly, we meet up again.

And it was just like old times.

Well, this time, at camp.

You were such a klutz, and I couldn't believe that you.

You?

You were one of the saviors that Lupa was speaking of?

No...I thought. I groaned, thinking about how dead our camp was in your hands.

I underestimated you , tough.

You pick up quickly in battle skills.

You also have a lot of trust.

Some of which you gave to me.

You were there when I needed you...

And also there when I wanted to stab you five times over, but that's not really the point.

The point is?

Thanks.

For being a good friend every night, every day.

For being a good guy

Even when I didn't feel like you were one.

What does ^ mean? Well Grace, you said it yourself. You're a smart boy, so figure it out yourself.

VOILA! This poem mixed with demigod experiences and uhm. My experiences.

Yeah, it's Reyna's POV. So REVIEW PLEASEEEEE.