Hey!!! This is my first take on their story, and I've been planning this for so long, and I'm so glad it's finally out!! I don't mean to copy anyone with the trident thing, that's just how Rick Riordan said they met. Please review on this, and read it (obviously.) i hope you guys like it!!!

I sat in a beach chair at my favorite beach in all of the world. Montauk. I came here so often, it was a hang out spot for me and my best friend, and a hide out from my guardian and uncle. But, since I am old enough, I am no longer obliged to live with him. But me and my best friend, Beatrice always came here. Or at least used to.

See, she is in the hospital as we speak, battling breast cancer. She's had it for so long, and I'm so proud she's made it this far. I know, I know. You are wondering how this is relevant. But trust me, it is. Anyway. Beatrice was my best friend ever since I was three years old, and to sum it up, we have been through everything together. She was there when my parents died (which, by the way, is still a touchy subject, so I beg, don't ask me about them), and I wondered how I could contine without her.

I was just sitting down, eating oreos, and reading a book on Greek heroes and gods. It was the most interesting book I have read in all my life. I looked up from my book to stare out to the sea.

I really loved the beach here, because it always seemed to calm my nerves. The water was the prettiest ocean color I had seen. It was a light blue, but with a huge smudge of sea- green water. I just loved the feel of this beach. This beach made me so happy, that I felt like I could run a mile, and I would not get tired. I love that feeling. Beatrice and I like to say that it just makes us feel so infinite.

We read this line in a book that said, "And in that moment, i swear we were infinite." I didn't like the book too much, but Bea and I loved that line, so every time we felt something that made us feel 's a hard feeling to describe. You just have to experience it yourself to know. Bea has experienced it and told me about it, but I have yet to experience feeling infinite.

I buried my toes deeper in the sand and closed my eyes for a moment, breathing in the salty sea air. When I opened my eyes and looked to the beach again, I saw the most beautiful man I had ever seen in my life walking near the beach. He was so beautiful, my breath caught for a moment, and my heart did a little cart wheel. He had black hair, and eyes that were the color of the sea.

Now, I know that you've heard that before: "Oh, his eyes were the color of the sea! Swoon!"

But, these guys eyes were seriously the color of the sea. It's like looking into a guy's eyes and seeing the sea. He was really tall, and muscular. He was wearing a button down shirt that were tight around his arm muscles and showed them off. He had the perfect arms. He had such a handsome face. It was a kind face, yet he seemed very confident. I was completely awestruck, but then I noticed the strangest thing.

Every girl in the beach seemed to practically faint when he walked past them and to the sea. He merely smiled, and a few girls came up to him and immediately felt the muscles in his arms and began to flirt. But my eyes widened, wondering how everyone could act so natural, when this guy, gorgeous as he may be, was carrying a trident in his right hand!

Seriously. A trident. I'm not even exaggerating. Like the one Ariel's father carried around in "The Little Mermaid." It reached a little higher than his shoulder. The three tips at the top seemed very sharp though. The whole trident was glowing with blue light, like you could just see some kind of power running through it. It was the strangest thing I had seen in my whole life, and everyone acted as though you saw a trident everyday at the beach.

I tried to ignore it, and kept reading, and for a moment, I succeeded, until the girl sitting a little farther away from me in her beach chair, pushed down her sunglasses to her nose, and her jaw dropped. I sighed with relief, glad that someone saw this nut job carrying a freaking trident! But, when I looked over to him,I saw what she was really looking, at and I almost let myself have to same reaction as I watched this guy take off his shirt.

Girls all along the beach stopped what they were doing and stared. But when he turned to see why everyone stopped what they were doing, they just hurried back to what they were doing. I saw him laugh a little, and pick up his trident and started to walk along the water.

When he began to walk past me, I started staring at him. He began to stare at me, too. But it wasn't a 'What is this creep doing staring at me?' stare, it was a 'Whoa.' stare. I couldn't even imagine why. He slowed down when he walked past me, and I blushed. I put my things down, and walked to him. I can't say why I did. It's just one of those things you have to do.

I walked over to him, and when he saw me, he smiled. I didn't smile back. I looked him right in the eyes, but when I did, I got distracted in his eyes and said the first thing in my head: "You're carrying a trident."

I planned to say something more intelligent then that, but that's the way it happened, and there was nothing I could do.

When I said that, his smile faded, and his eyes widened. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear you. What was that?"

I pointed at it. "That's a trident. You're carrying a trident."

He shook his head. "No, I'm not."

"Sir, I'm not crazy. That is a trident."

He tapped it lightly, and there was a sound of someone tapping metal. "No. It's a surfboard."

"I'm sorry. But I'm pretty sure that," I pointed at it again. "Is a trident."

He shifted nervously. "I'm just a surf- oh, blast it. Yes, it's a trident, but..." He stopped in bewilderment. "You shouldn't be able to see this."

I stepped back nervously. For a moment, I got a little scared. I think this guy is honestly crazy.

He smiled for a brief moment. "I'm not insane. I'm just..."

"Just what?"

"Nothing, nothing." He started to try to walk past me.

I grabbed his arm. "Hey. You can tell me. I know you don't know me, but..." I paused, wondering if I even wanted to know what this guy was doing/talking about. I smiled anyway. "I have an excellent reputation for keeping secrets."

"This one is a very big secret."

"How big?"

"Bigger than any secret you've ever heard." He whispered.

As I processed what he said, I took a step back, really getting scared now. What was I thinking, anyway? I couldn't believe I had enough nerve to walk up to some lunatic carrying a trident and talk to him.

"Maybe I don't want to know this." I began to slowly walk back to my beach chair, but he caught up, and was standing next to me.

"I think you do." He said, almost whispering in my ear.

I paused. He got me. I really did want to know, despite my fear. "Okay, maybe I do."

He smiled. "Yeah. Come on, lets go for a walk."

Normally, if a weird guy carrying a trident, claiming there's some really huge secret behind that and wants to go for a walk with you my advice is: run. But when there's a really hot guy with an amazing smile carrying a trident and wants to go on a walk with you, my advice is: go for it.