(A/N)-Hollah! Okay, I've had this idea for a while. This is basically all the events that PJO and HOO have mentioned, but not really explained. This chapter is based off of page 44 of The Last Olympian where Percy says, "People don't just appear on the beach unless they're demigods or gods or really, really, lost pizza delivery guys. (It's happened, but that's a different story.)" And this is that very different story! R, E&R! (Read, enjoy, and review!)

Setting: After The Sea of Monsters at Camp Half-Blood

Disclaimer: I love stupid people. They think I ACTUALLY own PJO! How dumb is that?

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Percy's POV

Awkward moments: When a pizza delivery guy shows up on the shore of Camp Half-Blood. Let's just say it doesn't happen too often.

Up until then, I was having a great day. My two best friends left at camp, Thalia and Annabeth, were running around on the shore with me, practicing duels. Sword on knife on spear. Annabeth and Thalia were ganging up on me and I was complaining like a five year old.

"No, please don't-Not again!" My sword soared across the dunes. I glared at Annabeth. "Remind me. Why do you hate me?"

She looked up and laughed out loud. It was good here her in such a good mood. Days ago, she had been on patrol duty when the Golden Fleece had purged Thalia from her pine tree. At the time, Annabeth had been pretty shaken up, but now she had a big grin on her face, like she could finally see the sun again.

"I don't hate you." She called. "You're just easy to mess with."

"Am not!"

Thalia looked up from the dunes. "Stop arguing! Y'all aren't even married yet."

There was a moment of shock as the blood rushed up to my head. "Oh, buddy-"

Annabeth charged her, screaming, "AHHHHH!"

I decided to join her.

Before Riptide could reach her stupid head, she rolled aside. "Ohhhh! What now, suckas?"

She tried to stab with her spear, but Annabeth and I were on the roll. Soon, her spear flew across the beach like how Riptide had done a minute before.

"Awwww! You idiots." she said, though she sounded more excited than angry. She was still getting used to the fact that Annabeth was thirteen now. And that Luke...Let's talk about that later, and by later I mean never. Nobody knew how old Thalia was. If she had aged right, she should have been eighteen, but she still acted like a twelve year old. Chiron was guessing she was somewhere in between, like she only aged slower in tree form.

I held my sword at Thalia's neck. "You have anything else you want to say, Pinecone Face?"

She arched an eyebrow. "Yeah, actually I do."

"And what would that be?" I asked.

She grinned evilly. "Incoming." Next thing I knew, I was staring at something really horrible, and it smacked me in the face and I stumbled backwards.

"Oh my gods, what was that! I-I just saw something ugly. Then it smacked me in the face."

Annabeth and Thalia were sent into fits of laughter. Apparently they knew something I didn't. "What is it with you people?"

Thalia looked at Annabeth and asked aloud, "You think we should show him, or keep it a secret?"

"Ah, keep it a secret," Annabeth responded.

"No! I want to know!"

Thalia smirked at me as if saying, You have no clue what you're about to do. "Percy, meet Aegis." She tapped the chains on her wrist expectantly, like they were supposed to dance or something. A big plate of bronze swirled to life and I saw the ugly thing again.

"AHHHHH! What is that!"

"Gods, Percy! Calm down. It's just Medusa."

It wasn't just ugly. It was painfully ugly. It made me want to back away and cower in the corner.

"But it's real!"

She tried to hold back a laugh. It wasn't working. "No Percy, It's only a picture."

Last year, Grover, Annabeth, and I went on a quest across the country to find Zeus's Lightning Bolt. Along the way, we'd slayed several monsters, including Medusa, and it wasn't my idea of fun.

"Um, no. Someone like, sliced of her head and stamped it in. It is not just a picture." I would've gone on more, but just then I heard coughing. Intense coughing. Like somebody had just breathed in the entire sea, and it was just a little too much for their lungs. By the look on their faces, my friends must've heard it too. Thalia had an eyebrow raised and Annabeth had her look of confusion, like Beaches don't work this way. Gotta make a plan.

I walked into the surf and stepped on something small and soft. I looked down and nearly choked on my heart, because it was definitely out of place. It was a human hand.

I reached down to drag it up, but I was afraid to know what the other end would look like. What if it was dead? What if it was swollen with water?(I'd seen that on CSI, and it wasn't exactly my definition of pretty.) What if there wasn't another end? Then I remembered the coughing and took the hand. I tugged. No way could I do it alone. It was too heavy.

"Uh, A little help would be good!"

Annabeth and Thalia snapped out of their trances and ran over to my side. Alone, it would be hard to pull up, but now, with them at my sides, we jerked it up in seconds. And it was...a pizza delivery guy.

I'm not kidding. He was wearing a torn black and red uniform. It had a logo of pizza on the pocket with the word "Marco's" across it. He looked about nineteen.

"Ugh," he groaned. I got pushed out of the ferry. Is this Montauk? I have a delivery for Cabin 2. (A/N)-And this is not Hera's cabin. This is a cabin on Montauk, like the one Percy stayed in in The Lightning Thief.)

We just stared at him.

"Okay, not Montauk. May I ask where I am?"

Thalia looked at him and shook her head. Then she thought better of it. "You're at the entrance of a strawberry field on the Northern tip of Long Island Sound. I'm guessing you're not here to pick strawberries?"

"No."

"Sit down," Annabeth ordered.

He didn't sit.

"I'm going to get Chi- er, my mom, to see what to do," Thalia said. She scampered off over the hill and disappeared, leaving me and Annabeth. I glanced at her hoping she would know what to do. Unfortunately, she had the same idea about me.

"Sit," she repeated to the man. "I'm Anna-" She stopped herself. "Annabelle and this is Peter."

I glared at her stubbornly, but this time the guy actually sat, so our attention went back to him. He couldn't see our weapons or sparring armor, so apparently he was all mortal.

"Well, since it'll be a while before I get back to Manhattan, who wants pizza? Don't look at me like that, the bag is one hundred percent waterproof."

We just stared at him funny.

"Okay, more for me." He unzipped the bag and started digging in. I normally like pizza, but the idea of it soaking in water that long and going cold was just disgusting.

"Please tell me you're a New Yorker," I told him.

He shrugged and started talking with his mouth full, which I didn't care about, but Annabeth looked like she was about to go greet toilet with chucks. It sounded like,"Buh he sunf wuffie. Moof wom bofton. Huhbuh Ooo?" but I made out something like, "Been here since I was five. Moved from Boston. How about you?"

"Yeah, I'm a New Yorker." I sat down beside him. It was the second time this summer that a strange man had turned up on the shore of camp, and the second time I had a feeling I could trust them. "Do you always wash up on beaches?"

He laughed. "Actually, it's the second time in the past two years, believe it or not. I-"

"Ayo!" two voices said in harmony. We looked up and stared at the Stolls in disrespect.

"Got a problem? Annabeth asked.

"Yes," Travis complained. "You're not sharing! May I?" Without permission, he grabbed a slice of pizza, Connor following. They plopped down beside the pizza guy and Travis started talking the guy's head off about stupid stuff like what beautiful weather we were having and how pepperonis should be wiped off the face of the Earth. Connor was slipping the pizza boxes out of bag and replacing them with rocks.

Annabeth was trying not to laugh. I started to get up and slip away. About ten feet away, I started running up the hill and Annabeth followed. I felt bad about leaving the guy with Travis and Connor, but I didn't want to entertain him anymore.

We ran through camp hill after hill until we could see the Big House. Chiron was on the porch, cramming himself into his wheelchair as fast as he could. The wheelchair kept running away. Once he realized it was no use, he called Thalia's name and she came out the Big House. From the hills, all I could see was them chatting hurriedly, like he was explaining something vital. Then she nodded and turned up the hill toward us. Within seconds she was caught up with us.

"Who's watching him?" she demanded.

"Er, The Stolls." I smiled, like uh-oh, I'm in trouble.

I braced myself to get smacked, but Thalia only smirked. "I love how you're sooo responsible, Seaweed Brain." She turned to Annabeth. "You two should stay here. Numbers are just going to confuse him. Remember, this is only Delphi Strawberries, not a camp of deadly, violent half-bloods."

Annabeth nodded and we watched Thalia run down the hill and over to the beach. Travis was still aggravating the pizza guy, only now, Connor had joined in. Thalia told them something, probably to back off, but Travis refused. So she brought her hand up to his face and I swore I could hear the thwack all the way from the hills.

"AHHH! LADY! WHAT WAS THAT FOR!" he shouted!

"I SAID BACK OFF!"

That was all they needed. The Stolls retreated.

"Ouch," Annabeth said net to me.

"Yeah," I agreed. "I'd hate to be Travis right now. That's going to leave a bruise."

Thalia grabbed the guy's arm and leaded him through the strawberry fields. Pretty soon, they were at the edge of camp, her pine tree. She did something strange; she snapped her fingers in his face and I could hear it all the way across camp.

She told him something and he smiled, like he'd just learned the meaning of life. Then she led him down the hill.

I sat down in place. Annabeth sat next to me.

"Tired?" she asked.

"Not even. I could redo everything that just happened a hundred times before I would be tired."

She smiled. "Me too."

We chatted for a few more minutes before I laid back and stared at the sky.

It was silent for almost two minutes before Annabeth declared, "Thalia's back." A demigod's life is never peaceful long.

I got up. Sure enough, a girl with spiky black hair and black clothes was heading up Half Blood Hill. I stood up and together we went to meet her.

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"What-How did you just do that?" Annabeth asked.

"I just told him to go home. It's not that hard."

"But he wouldn't just listen. You had to have-"

"WE GOT PIZZA!" somebody yelled. "EVERYBODY CAN HAVE A PIECE EXCEPT THALIA!

Thalia shook her head in disapproval and the three of us walked back through camp.

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(A/N.2)-So, how was it? Review and receive pizza from the Stolls' hidden stash! God bless! Luv u all! 3 :D