I couldn't help myself. I really wanted to make a sequel to Roommates. Enjoy!

It has been six months since Thalia had officially moved into Cabin 3. It was an adjustment, but she was happy with her decision and didn't really care what anyone else had to say about it.

She was back at Camp Half-Blood for vacation, and she was excited to be back. The Hunters had been more draining lately, and Thalia needed a break.

She quickly dropped her things at her cabin and went to find Annabeth.

The days passed quickly. She swam in the lake with Percy, hung out with Annabeth, and even played Capture the Flag (which was awesome because Percy and Annabeth were on her team). It was almost always fun around camp.

If you asked Travis and Connor Stoll, they would disagree, but Thalia didn't care to hear what they had to say. They were stuck in the infirmary from when they dumped pink paint on her head.

Percy managed to get it out, laughing all the while. She couldn't hit him properly with him behind her.

Still, the camp was fun.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. Thalia was dreading the day she had to leave. Then, she realized something.

I don't want to leave.

She wondered why she hadn't seen the signs sooner. The Hunters becoming more of a chore, her eagerness to go on vacation, the reluctance to leave camp. It all made sense. The Hunters were becoming a chore because she had found another home. She had found a home in Camp Half-Blood, and she didn't want to leave.

The epiphany happened in the middle of dinner, and Percy stopped eating and gave her a confused look.

"Are you okay, Thals?"

Thalia hesitated, wondering if she should tell him. Looking around, she decided to not do it with everyone watching. They had only just gotten used to her sitting with Percy.

"Not really. I'll tell you later."

Clearly, her answer wasn't good enough. Still, Percy didn't pry.

"Alright."

Thalia was itching to get back to her cabin. She didn't know how she would tell him, but she would. She was going to tell Percy that she wanted to quit the Hunters and stay at camp full-time.

She walked in to see Percy going through photos. It was clear that they meant a lot to him. He had a soft, sad smile on the face. She could tell by his face that they were photos of friends.

Thalia sat next to him and peered down at the picture. It was one of them, Grover, and Zoe at the Hoover Dam.

She smiled. She was one of many that he held in his hands. There were more in the box at his feet.

"Missing our dam friends?" she asked, trying to lighten the mood.

He chuckled softly. "Yeah."

Is sad smile made her angry? She knew his fatal flaw was loyalty, and she wasn't going to let Percy drown himself in guilt and spend his life wondering about what-ifs.

"Remember to not dwell in the past. There wasn't anything you could do then, and there's nothing you can do now. Live your life in the present."

The forcefulness of her tone made him laugh, shaking him out of his somber mood.

"I remember there was something you had to tell me at dinner," Percy said, changing the subject.

She knew she had to tell him. He was family. You don't keep secrets from family.

"I'm thinking about quitting the Hunters."

He looked shocked.

"What? Why?"

Thalia looked at him. She felt that she could tell him anything, but telling him that he was like family to her more than the Hunters was pretty terrifying. Even though she knew that Percy wouldn't turn her down, she still thought about the what ifs.

"Well, because.." her voice trailed off. She didn't know how to tell him.

He put his hand on her shoulder. "It's okay. You can tell me."

Thalia stared at him for a long time. He looked at her with trust in his eyes, like he really meant what he said.

For the longest time, she was on the run. Always running from someone or something. Even after she joined the hunters, she was running from the prophecy that no longer burdens her, and was always chasing something else. Maybe the home she thought she had was not as permanent as she thought.

But this, this was something else. Here, with Percy, she felt safe. She didn't have to run here. This place with its blue paint and salty sea air, it felt like home.

This was a place that Percy had welcomed her into with open arms. He didn't complain or turn her away when she came to him late in the night. When Percy woke up screaming from nightmares, she was there to remind him that it was just a dream; that the nightmare was over. And when Thalia needed a place to be herself and let all her walls down, Percy was always there. She didn't feel the need to be tough around him. All her life she was on the move. Now, didn't have to leave. She didn't want to.

She took a breath. "The Hunters are great. I don't have anything against them. It's just, they don't feel like home. Not anymore.

I've been running all my life, and here? I feel safe like I don't need to run.

I get homesick for this place when I'm with Hunters. I can't wait until my next vacation comes, and I get to spend two weeks at camp just so I can be here.

Percy, what I'm trying to say is that the Hunt is great. But this fishy old cabin is home. I'd rather be here with you, with my family, then chasing down monsters."

And when she finished her ridiculously sappy speech, she knew he wouldn't judge.

Percy looked like ready to cry.

"I'm your family?"

Thalia let out a watery laugh.

"Of course you are. You're one of the only ones I got."

She really wasn't ready for the hug he gave her, but she melted into it

anyway.

"Thank you," he murmured.

"Thank you."

Thalia quit the Hunters a week after her vacation ended.

She was quite happy with the decision, and couldn't wait to spend all her time at camp. It may not have been home before, but it was now.

Percy and Thalia developed a habit of pranking campers on Mondays, going out to eat on Thursdays (Annabeth sometimes came), and having a game night on Saturdays.

Life was good. It wasn't perfect; their family was a little broken and a little small, but they wouldn't trade it for the world. And when a broken little emo kid knocked on the door at 3 in the morning, complaining about the Hades Cabin, the pair would let him in, accepting him with open arms.

Life was good.

If you haven't noticed already, I'm a really big fan of Thalia being a vulnerable softie when around her family.

I didn't mean to make a sequel to Roommates, but I'm glad I did.

I tried to make the characters as realistic as possible, but it's hard to do that when I imagine Thalia being so open with the ones she trusts.

Reviews and favorites are always welcomed, as are suggestions and constructive criticism.

P. S., Do you guys want a multi-chapter story?