Me: I don't own PJO. Oh, and this is a reposting. I wrote this before all the HoO stuff, so bear that in mind and apologies in advance.

I waved my mom off as I started making the climb up Half-Blood Hill. I vaguely heard her saying something as she was about to drive off. I gave her one final wave and yelled back.

"Don't be such a mom, mom!"

"What?"

"Didn't you wish me good luck or tell me to stay safe or something?"

"Why would I say that?"

"..."

"I just said to say hello to everyone for me."

"Oh. Well, I guess I'll be going then."

"Have fun at camp, Percy! Is that better?"

Don't look back, Percy. Don't look back.

Thinking of these last four years at camp, I couldn't help but chuckle. 'Fine' isn't exactly the best word to describe my life since I discovered I was a son of Poseidon. Last summer we prevailed in the Second Titan War, but more importantly (ha), Annabeth and I started dating.

She moved to New York to oversee the architectural work on Olympus and started studying at a new boarding school. Unfortunately, her busy schedule meant that we couldn't see each other as much as I would have liked.

We're here now, though.

Shaking my head and smiling, I checked in and headed to my cabin. While unpacking, a knock sounded on the open door.

"Percy, my boy, good to see you," Chiron said warmly.

"Good to see you too, Chiron."

A certain daughter of Athena came up from behind. "Where's my greeting, Percy?"

"Hey, Wise Girl."

"That's it?"

"I didn't peg you as a fan of theatrics."

"..."

"Just kidding. I know it's only been a short while, but I've missed you. A lot."

Annabeth scoffed, but I caught her small smile nonetheless.

"I'll leave you two to get acquainted."

With that, Chiron went trotting off. With the sexual deterrent, er, old mentor and father figure gone, Annabeth and I gave each other a quick a hug.

"I missed you, Seaweed Brain."

"I missed you too, Annabeth."

We spent the next few hours making our rounds through camp. There were a bunch of new faces and cabins.

Good. Seems like they're holding up their end of the bargain.

I was afraid I would have to go all Kronos/God of War on them.

Oops. Please don't smite me, Zeus.

Wait, is Zeus omniscient? Can he hear me right now?

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Oh yeah, Hera, just like that.

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Huh. Guess not.

After settling in, we met up with the crew. The Stolls reeked of barely restrained mischief, but Katie seemed up to the task. Grover and Juniper were here as well, while Clarisse and Chris graced us with their presence a bit later.

Eventually, the sun was starting to set when the conch horn blew.

All hail the magic conch…

I laughed, earning myself a raised eyebrow from Annabeth.

We made our way to the dining pavilion and went our separate ways. Dinner was eventfully uneventful. The food was good. The whole smoke thing still confused me. The Stolls again seemed to be in good way, not that that is a good thing for the rest of us, mind you.

A clink of glass rang across the space.

"Greetings, miscreants! I am your lord and master, Dionysus. The gods have decreed that you are all to sign up for the Olympic version of Grindr. Happy boning!"

"Uh, not quite. Hello, everyone. I'd like to welcome all the new campers to Camp Half-Blood. The portly man yelling at you just now was Dionysus, God of Wine, otherwise known as Mr. D, the God of Wine Who Isn't Actually Able to Drink Wine."

The new campers laughed, but Mr. D's glower kept them in check.

The oldies had no restraint, however.

Chiron continued, "And as for the second half of our camp director's announcement, I would like to point out that in lieu of Grindr, the gods have actually put forth an instant messaging service called the Camp Half Blood Chatroom. They wish to have an outlet to communicate with their children more, so please take the time to create your accounts. Ah, and one more thing. The Hunters will be arriving tomorrow. Make of that what you will. That is all."

He raised a glass of wine (which Mr. D eyed enviously), "To summer!"

"TO SUMMER!"

The entire camp was murmuring with excitement as I walked back to my cabin. Soon enough, though, I felt familiar fingers intertwine with my own.

"It's as if the spaces between my fingers were meant to be filled by yours."

"Lame," she said with a straight face.

"Oi, Wise Ass. I don't see you trying to spice up the mood."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

And without another word, she brought me down for a kiss.

This is going to be one interesting summer…

Me: Thanks for reading!

Percy: If anyone read it, that is.

Me: ...