A/N: Yay! A sequel!

I'm trying to decide: a collection of one-shots or an actual story?

Because if this is an actual story I have no idea what the hell I'm going to do with it.

But with a collection of one-shots you guys can like give me suggestions for the one-shots.

You know what? A collection of one-shots it shall be.

Disclaimer: I do not own any familiar characters from PJO. I do not own any familiar lyrics sung by any familiar artist.

Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you

-Beautiful by Eminem

The lights are flashing. The people are cheering, just waiting for me to show my face; well, my body. I didn't want to do this but I had no choice. What else was I supposed to do for money? I didn't have the right education because of who my parents were, I didn't have any experience with jobs because of who my parents were, and everything bad that happens in my life is because of who my parents were. I blame my parents for my new life-style.

"Stripping Beauty, come on down!" I kept my head held high as I walked onto the stage, my heels connecting with the floor as my chest rose up and down in what little clothes I was wearing. It'll be all over in an hour, I thought as I held onto the pole. I took a deep shaky breath and pressed my back against the pole, making my shoulder blades grip the pole. I slowly slid down the pole, my legs opening on my journey down.

"Yeah baby!" My crowd cheered and clapped as I did my routine, crawling over to the men so they could give me money. I scanned the crowd and my eyes landed on one specific person. He curled his finger at me, telling me to go over to him. I crawled off the stage and pranced over to him. I threw my arms above my head and started to move my hips before I straddled him. I bent down to whisper in his ear, "I thought I told you not to come back." I started to move up and down, leaning my forearms into his chest.

"Put your clothes back on, get your tips, and meet me by my car," he kissed the peaks of my cleavage before slipping a twenty between them. He slowly rose up and glared down at me before he walked out of the club. As I walked back to my stage, I felt slaps on the ass and money being put down in my bathing suit.

"Sorry guys! I'm cutting it short tonight! My baby needs me!" They all shook their heads and went off to the next prettiest girl in the club. I gathered up all my tips that were sprawled around the stage and went to the dressing rooms behind the stage. I threw the money in my backpack, put on a sweatshirt and denim shorts and black flip flops before running out of the place so my boss can't stop me.

I saw him leaning against his car, his arms crossed over his chest. I hesitantly walked over to his car and stopped in front of him. He slowly looked up my body. He opened his mouth to speak but I burst into tears. I fell against his chest and sobbed, letting out all the tears that I have been holding back for six months.

"I'm sorry...," I cried. His hand went up and down my back, comforting me. He kissed my hair.

"Don't you ever do that ever again," he demanded and I nodded. "Gods, I've missed you," he wrapped his arms around me and I wrapped my arms around him. We stood in the parking lot, hugging each other like there was no tomorrow. A drop of water fell on his head but he ignored it. The rain started to pour down and he still didn't let go of me.

"I'm never letting you out of my sight again," he told me, pressing his forehead against mine. I smiled and brought my lips to his and pulled back before it escalated into anything more.

"Can we go get something to eat? I'm starving."

Once we were in dry clothes (I was dressed in one of his sweatshirts, Call of Duty Black Ops, and a pair of jeans of mine that he had saved in case I came back) and seated in a booth in a quiet diner on Broadway, we started talking about each others times without the other.

"How much did you make?" He asked me. Our waitress put our drinks on the table. She smiled flirtatiously at him before going back behind the counter. My heart tightened and he held my hand. "Don't worry... I've changed," I took a deep breath.

"So have I," he smiled at me and kissed my hand.

"So... how much money did you make?"

"That is classified information," he took a gulp of water and set it back on the table.

"Are you going to quit tomorrow?" I picked up my cherry coke and took a sip from the straw. And another sip. I kept sipping, not wanting to answer his question. He wasn't going to like my answer. "Aurora..."

"I'm not quitting," he banged his fist on the table. I put my hand on his fist so he couldn't punch anything else. "Nico... I need the money."

"I can give you money!" He shouted.

"But I need to make it on my own!" I shouted back. We looked around the diner and what few customers they had, they were staring at us. We both sat back down and he was glaring at me. "Don't look at me like that."

"I want you to quit."

"No."

"You're quitting tomorrow," I shook my head no, sipping on my coke. "Either you do it or I do it for you," it was my turn to glare at him. We had a glaring contest.

"Aurora."

"Nico," his face suddenly changed; instead of glaring at me, he gave me a pleading look.

"I don't want all those nasty guys looking at you, touching you, giving you money that I can give you," he took my hand and held onto it, looking me in the eyes. "Just... please. At least call in sick tomorrow so we can work things out." I thought this over. I usually get about two hundred (and if it's a Saturday, around three hundred) in tips. Tomorrow is Wednesday, a slow day. If I call in sick, that leaves me with only one more sick day this year and I can't ri_

"Rora...," I looked up; his nickname for me. My eyes started to glisten with tears. The last time he called me Rora was when I was leaving him. I got out of my seat and went over to his side of the booth before attacking him with a hug, wrapping my arms around his and burying my head into the crook of his arm near his chest.

"I'll quit. But it's going to be hard," he nodded and wrapped his arm around my waist. The waitress brought us our food and set it down on the table. When she bent down, she made sure Nico could see down her top. He looked all right but then he kissed the top of my head.

"Thank you," she stood there as if expecting something. "Bye," she frowned and walked back behind the counter.

I looked at my chicken fingers and pushed the basket away. Nico sighed. "When was the last time you ate?"

"I'm not hungry," I answered.

"When was the last time you ate?" He stated again.

I sighed and said, "Monday morning."

"Rora... please. Just eat something," I looked into his eyes and smiled.

"Switch with me," Nico shook his head no, taking a bite out of his pancakes. "Please," I gave him my pouty face and he sighed. He cut up the pancakes, pouring powdered sugar over them, and then drowning them with syrup. He put the plate in front of me and took my chicken finger basket. I smiled and started eating.

I don't know why I left him in the first place but I'm glad that I took him back. I feel complete when I'm with him and when we weren't together, it was like a part of me was missing.

And I'm not going to quit my job.

*Author's Note*

Hehe (: So guys... you can recommend what I can do for the next one-shot. It can be about anything. It could be their wedding, their baby, Nico getting into a fight with someone... ANYTHING.

Please give me suggestions guys. I need them. I'm drawing blanks without you guys.

So, review please! And fav! And alert! And questions on my formspring! The link is on my profile. Please guys? Please?

I just wanted to say thank you guys so much for supporting me! I appreciate it more than you can imagine. (:

~Emma