To all my old reviewers, I figured out what the fancy science word was: DISPLACE!

Devin's POV:

I sat on my bed, my head resting on my metal bed frame. I was staring at a yellow paper, covered in my sprawled handwriting, that resembled spindly spider legs, tracing webs onto my German Grammar homework. I groaned, as I tried to remember what 'Fredinnin' meant. I wrote down, 'Friends'.

My younger brother, Derek, stomped into my room. He was pouting, as usual, and held a broken red T-Rex in his hands. He climbed onto my bed, and placed the red chunks of his toy, onto my homework. Derek scowled, jutting his bottom lip out. "My Rex is bwoken," He said.

I barely glanced at him, and asked, "How'd it break?"

"I thwew it at my wall."

"Why'd you throw it at your wall?" I asked.

Derek made a tiny huff, as he said, "Because it made me angry. It just roars at nobody! Roar, roar, roar!"

I sighed, and turned to face my eight year-old sibling. His blonde hair was spiked up along his pale forehead, and his hazel eyes were scowling at his broken T-Rex. Derek wore an old Disney World t-shirt from our trip a few summers back. Even now, it was still too big on him.

"Derek, throwing toys isn't nice. You have to apologize to your wall. C'mon, I'll help you." I slid off my black comforter, and grabbed Derek's hand. Derek glumly sulked behind me.

We found Derek's bruised and chipped wall. It was covered in battle wounds, and crayon drawings. I put my hand on the wall, and said, "Derek is very sorry, wall. Please forgive him." I turned to my brother. "Now, you have to apologize."

I left my brother in his dim-lit room, to apologize to his wall. As I made my way to my room, I could hear rock and pop music scream from behind my sister's door.

My younger sister's name is Tam. Tammi has brown hair, but it seems to me, that it gleams like metal. I mean, seriously, it looks like someone used bronze and gold strands for her hair. But, it doesn't look hard or metallic. It's just… weird. She also has my dad's hazel eyes, which also seem to change color in the sun. Her closet consisted of blue, blue and did I say blue?

I knocked on her door. She turned her music down, and opened the door. "What do you want?" She asked.

I sighed, "What makes you think I want anything?"

She rolled her eyes, "Well, okay I won't accuse you. But, I'm broke." As if to emphasis, she pulled out the pockets of her denim jeans.

"I knew you were broke. Mom and Dad told me to not give you any money this week for the movies," I explained. Tam gave a heavy sigh, as I continued, "I came in here to ask you if you knew where Mom and Dad were."

Tam eyed me suspiciously. "You don't know? Wow, that's a first. Mom and Dad went to camp to go to Aunt Annabeth's baby shower. What is this, the fifth one?"

"Four, actually. It's because Aunt Annabeth and Uncle Percy do too many errands," I corrected. We went all serious-faced, then burst into laughter.

Tam walked back into her room, and collapsed onto her water bed. It rippled underneath her, and she sighed. Her laptop was on her pillow, and she picked it off the blue pillowcase. She scrolled for a while, and then sighed contently. She liked to sigh.

I sat down beside her, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

She thrust the laptop screen away from my eyes, but I'd caught the label Facebook. I gave her a glare, "Tam, Mom told you! No internet use, unless for homework or emergencies! It would contact the monsters!"

She gave me a steady glare, and said, "Dude, chill out. I'm just checking a friend's page."

I ripped her iron grasp off of her computer, and stared at the face of my sister's obsession: Jake Stoll. Yeah, the Jake Stoll: major football player, grade A student, and I guess, from my sister's point of view, a total hunk.

She blushed a deep red, as I gave her a raised eyebrow. "More like stalking," I corrected, snapping the lid shut.

She gave me a hard punch, and said, "Like you don't check people's pages."

I laughed, "I have reasons for checking. Now, let's go downstairs and-"

"AHHH!" A bloodcurdling scream flooded my ears. I leapt to my feet, and dashed to my brother's room. Tam followed, a look of horror on her face.

When I stepped through Derek's doorway, no one was in there. It was empty. Like no one had lived in that room for eight freaking years.

Tam yelled, "Oh my gods, where is he?" I bolted into the room, checking under beds, in his closet, and even in his toy boxes.

Tam said, "I'll check downstairs." I didn't even get to tell her to wait for me.

Tammi's POV:

Losing my eight year-old brother in a two-story house was normal. But, having him scream like he was being tortured? Not necessarily.

I raced down the spiral staircase, two steps at a time. I avoided slipping, and cracking my head open, because, well we didn't need more people screaming at nine in the morning.

When I came into the kitchen, I heard Devin's voice: "Tam! Oh my god, Tam! Help!" I stopped dead in my tracks. I didn't go any further, because um, last time I checked, my brother didn't say 'oh my god'. He said 'oh my gods', with an s.

A towering black shadow started to sluggishly exit the kitchen, toward me.

The normal person in this situation, would a) run the other way, b) scream like a maniac, and c) dial 9-1-1 with shaky fingers. And, big surprise, but I'm not normal.

So, the non-normal person in this situation, would a) freak out on the inside, b) figure out a plan, c) realize that plan would never work, d) figure out a better plan, e) run away like you're a dog chasing the overweight mailman when you see the monster with its grinning face and … one eye.

So, yeah, I ran. But, can you blame me? A freaky one-eyed dude who can speak like your older brother, just happens to be ransacking your kitchen? I bet you'd run to!

I met up with both of my brothers by the landing on the staircase. I glanced at Derek, who was engrossed in a handheld videogame. Devin shouted, "Holy Great-Uncle! What the Grandpa is that?" My brother cannot cuss right, even if it cost it his life!

Derek barley glanced at it, and said, "Cywlops."

I stared at his face, and asked, "How do you know that?"

He gave me a careless shrug, and replied, "Mommy told me stories."

Devin yelled, "Okay! Up the stairs!"

I gave him a glare, and said, "No! In horror movies, the girls always go up the stairs, and get killed!"

Devin and I started screaming at one another, but Derek interrupted, "If we don't go somewhere, we're going to be kwilled anyways." He gestured to the monster with his Nintendo, and glanced at us expectantly.

I felt flustered. The monster was closer to the stairs now, way too close. We'd have to go upstairs. I turned to Devin, and whispered, "Go. Up."

We raced up the stairs, and we leapt into my room. I grabbed my cell, and called Jake. Yeah, my ultimate crush was going to save us.

Jake's voice sounded groggy when he picked up, but still, my heart fluttered just the same. "Huh- Hello?"

"Um, hey, Jake, it's Tam…" I started, almost laughing at how comfortable his name felt on my tongue.

He seemed to snap to attention, "Hey, uh, what's up?"

I gave a nervous maniac laugh, "Oh, yeah, well, a Cyclops is stomping up our stairs, my parents aren't home, Devin's can't lock a door, and also, I am watching little snip-its of horror movies that I've seen over the years, where the girl is brutally killed. So, yeah, could you drop by with some sort of ninja moves?"

He gave me a nervous laugh, "You are weird. You find sarcasm in everything. But, I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Thanks, run like you're grandfather, Jake." I said, and snapped my cell shut. I ran over to my door, and slammed my body weight against it. My brother and I made sure the Cyclops didn't try to break in, while Derek sat on my beanbag chair playing his game.

A few minutes later, I heard Jake yell, "Die, monster! Taste bronze!" There was the sound of clashing, screaming, more clashing, and eventually something that sounded like a sandstorm blowing through our house. Jake smacked the back of my door, and said, "Coast is clear. Open up."

We unlocked the door, and Jake stood there grinning. His brown hair was flattened across his head, sticking up in spikes along his forehead. Pale freckles were sprinkled across his nose and cheeks, and he resembled a marble statue of the Greek gods at those museums, you know, but with clothes. I bet he had rock-hard abs like Hermes, though.

He brushed some yellow monster dust off his shoulder, and gave me a flirty smile. "I think I should get a reward for saving your guys' lives."

I laughed, and gave him a pat on his shoulder. "Good try, bud."

Devin's POV:

After watching that pathetic display of flirting, our parents honked in the driveway. All four of us walked down our stairs, and met a whole group of demigods at the bottom. My parents stood with Uncle Nico and Uncle Jared, and the Stolls stood beside each other, with Jake's baby sister in Katie's arms.

"What the heck happened here?" My father thundered like Zeus.

Tam gave a nervous laugh, and said, "Dev, you can take this one."

I gave her a glare, and turned to face my parents and uncles. This is when it sucked being the older sibling. "Um, we met Uncle Percy's brother, Muscle-Man."

Dad rolled his eyes, and looked at my younger brother. "Derek, what happened?"

Derek barely glanced up, "I got onto level ten. But, Devin killed my person!"

See? Taking the blame again.

Haha, wow I'm so mean to Devin. And, yeah, Tammi is supposed to be me, if you were wondering. And, yeah, that is how I describe me hair…

Also, I had the best day today! I went to Roca Berry Farm, smiled at some hot guys that worked there, had our car break down on the interstate, rode in a police car to go to a truckstop, and drank an entire can of some fancy energy drink! I love family road trips!

Disclaimer:

Me: I'm invited Tam, so basically I'm inviting… myself.

Tam: I'm not you. I could be your twin though!

Me: Yeah, because we look exactly the same, because you are me.

Tam: Are you implying that I'm you? No thanks, I like being a tri-blood.

Me: Are you really talking to yourself about this?

Tam: Can I answer your stupid disclaimer-thingy?

Me: Wow, you can read your own mind, too!

Tam: ILoveLukeC doesn't own PJO, but does own me, Devin, Derek, my mom, my dad, my uncle Jared, and my crush Jake.

Me: Awww! You put Jake last! *raises eyebrows playfully, and make hands in a heart*

Tam: I am really hating myself right now…

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