AN: DISCLAIMER, I DO NOT OWN PJO OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. WOULD BE PRETTY FRICKING AWESOME BUT NO. PJO WAS PERFECT THE WAY IT WAS, I'M JUST HAVING FUN!
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Gross,I thought as I stepped over my recently dead uncle's dirty, sweaty, old socks. Yeah, like I said, gross. I dropped out of high school to take care of my uncle who I didn't care about and who didn't care about me. I had nowhere to go, no education, and no money. I need out. Somewhere. Anywhere. I can't stay here. Normal thought for an eighteen year old girl, right? You don't understand, I'm desperate. I've had a goal to get out of here since I was old enough to get a job. Then he got sick. He was always trying to ruin my fun
Wait.
A fuzzy memory was clawing at my mind. I was three years old. I was with my parents at this beach, we went their a couple times; but I was so young when they died I don't remember what the beach was called. Began with an "m." Umm..... Montgomery. No, I'm stupid. Wait, Montauk. Yeah! Montauk!!! I want to go to Montauk. I need out, even if it's only temporary.
**one week later.**
The sand was beneath my toes and I was gazing out at the sea, well, ocean. It was one of those moments when you just stop everything and realize how beautiful the world is around you. I live for those moments.
The cabin I was staying in was a little run down and but I liked it. It had this charm about it that I can't explain. Those are the best places. I swept the place and wiped it down a little but hey, it was like putting a Band-Aid on a busted up knee. This placed needed serious help. Oh, well. The sun was starting to set and I was tired, I laid down on one of those ugly army cot things and I was asleep within ten seconds.
The next morning I was up before the sunrise and went out onto the beach. The sea was very calm and very calming. I could just watch it all day. Too bad that it was too cold to swim in. That would've been fun. The only sound on the beach was the waves themselves, so naturally, when I heard the soft whisper of another being on the beach I nearly snapped my neck turning my next in that direction. Who wouldn't?
Boy, was he something. Tall, naturally black hair, tan, kind of dressed like a beach bum, and believe you me, it is no matter of opinion when I say he was G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S. Male models aren't even that pretty. So, like any girl would, I stood there staring at him like and idiot, trying not to giggle. Then, wait, either I need my eyes checked or this guy was a serious attention-whore. He was carrying a mother-fucking TRIDENT, for Christ's sake. Who the hell did he think he was? Poseidon or some shit?
Well, let's go ask him.
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