Summary: A story of young Dehlia Freestone who adventures the world of imagination and reality along with her friend Luke Castellan. Through friendship and trustworthy, grief and romance to angst and death. Journey along with these 2 friends to explore their imagination world and reality world.

Disclaimer: Unless if Rick was a 14 year old girl who writes stories during the weekends, this would be mine. But no, Rick is a who-knows-how-old guy who (DAMN!) owns PJO and Heroes of Olympus.

Warnings: A wee bit of slash and lemons. It's AU so yeah. Death and for people who loves Percabeth, yeah ain't gonna be any Percabeth stuff in here oh and Annabeth is a big bitch in this story so haha.

Imagination is something you can't create out of a blink. It is something you have to learn to use. I for once, learned to use my imagination from a friend of mine. His name was Luke Castellan. He was my friend, a very special friend. I share every single imaginary and reality moment of my life with him. From ups and downs, to the angsty relationship, love, lust, laughter, the beauty of life, the sympathy, the smiles and deaths. This is a story of how I take steps in my life when I started using my imagination. Life is full of imagination.

Late summer of 1996

I woke up to the smell of Summer air and the sound of a truck engine.

"Morning, Spud," said my dad. Spud was my initial nickname, he was only aloud to call me that. My dad says that not telling people my nickname was selfish. I still don't understand why but my dad has a weird way of explaining things. Spud came from my obsession with mashed potatoes when I was 6. That was all I wanted to eat every single time.

"Hungry?" thinking of potatoes already made me hungry. My dad accepted it as a yes when my stomach made noise.

We stopped at the diner just a few miles from our new home in Wesport. We came from New York. My dad was a lecturer and his main subject was marine biology. He got a job offer in Conneticut Univesity, just on the outskirts of Wesport.

"Okay. We're almost there, so hang on. Don't go sleeping off again. Your uncles are coming tomorrow to help me with the heavy furniture so I need your help to carry the light objects to the house, okay?" I nodded. My uncles are my dad's brothers, Zeus and Hades. Yes, my dad's name is Poseidon. I'm glad my name didn't have anything to do with Greek Mythology. Don't get me started on Grandma Rhea. Grandpa is just Joe and it's a good thing he's not Kronos. Uncle Zeus lives in New York with his wife, Scarlet and his kids, Thalia and Jason. I'm not really close with them. Thalia was in a boarding school for girls and Jason was so snobby. Zeus works as the CEO for a corporate company. His office is right beside the Empire State Building. On the other hand, Hades is the youngest son. He lives in Wesport too with his son Nico. His wife, Maria and daughter, Bianca died in a car accident 6 years ago. I really feel sad for Nico, he's so young and he has no memory of them. He and I are close. I treat him as my younger brother. Hades works as a caretaker, he writes but his books are all about dead…things.

After breakfast, we continued our road to our new place. Wesport was just so peaceful and so welcoming. Nothing like the hustling New York. On the left, I saw children running around, an old man walking his dog, a young couple picnicking and on the right, I saw the City Hall. We exited on the left to a neighbourhood. I was expecting my dad to stop driving but he went straight instead. We stopped in front of a brick house with large yard. White coloured windows and a dark wood brown door. The garage was big, just enough for 2 cars. There was a big tree right in front of the house with a tyre swing. The opposite of our house was a white colonal house with a large porch and a pond. A gardening shed right behind it.

"Here we are Spuddy! Home sweet some! Just need to trim the grass a bit and fix the walking pavement but it's still home!" My dad said in a cheery tone.

"I don't get why there's a reason to be happy here. I left my friends, my school, my home that I grew up in and I have to stay here? Arrgh!" I told him.

"Cheer up, kid. You'll be making friends in no time. Now, come one. Let's get the stuff out,"

My dad is always happy. A very cheerful man indeed. He easily made friends, and with a smile, he can get any woman to date him. The last time I saw him being sad was the day my mom left. It was the night of my 5th birthday, August 26 and she just left that night with a note on the night stand in my parents' room; Goodbye. My dad was devastated. I was the only thing he has left.

As we opened the back door of the truck, we heard a man shout.

"Hey, I'm Herman Castellan. Your neighbour as you can see," he pointed to the white colonal house, "I see that you're the new owner of this house. I'm glad you are, the previous owner was just bad."

The man's smile was charming, hypnotizing but it's mischievous so you can't tell whether to trust him or not. He was about the same height as my father, 2 inches shorter I guess (my dad was 6'4) He wore a plain white shirt and khaki shorts. Short cropped blonde hair that matches his bright playful eyes. I would say he was rather handsome but he was too old for my taste.

"Poseidon Freestone. This is my daughter, Dehlia. She's 10 this year," my dad lowered his hand for a shake.

"My birthday is in 2 weeks," I corrected him, my dad ruffled my hair.

"Well, I got a son who's the same age as you. Why not come in for a while?" Offered Herman.

"We would love too but first of all," He turned to me, "We need some unpacking to do."

"You need help?" and my dad looked at me for an answer, I just shrugged. "Sure."

We spent the next 30 minutes unloading light furniture. After that, we went to the Castellan household.

"May and I lived here since 1989. I had problems with my step-mother being around my son, Luke. He was about 3 that time and I'm just worried she'll…do something. So what brings you to the town?" Asked Herman.

"I'm a lecturer and I got an offer at the university here and it was a really good payment," my dad said and then he pointed to me, "While this one is getting moody that she's not a New Yorker anymore and I thought this would be a great opportunity for her to be more relaxed and peaceful," he looked at me, "At least you get to spend more time with your cousin, I know how much you love him." As a reply, I scoffed at my father. Both men laughed.

"Oh you'll love it here sweety. You got a lot of activities to do here. Wesport is the best place to do kite flying, the wind here is great," Said May as she came into the room carrying a tray. As she lay it on the table, her hair fell to her face. She's a really pretty lady with her light blonde hair and greyish-blue eyes. He skin was perfectly pale. Her sharp nose and jaw are the attraction of her face. Shoulder length wavy hair to finish he housewife look. Herman must have worked hard to get her.

"Luke, come down here now, we've got guests," May shouted up the stairs.

There was a sound of running footsteps coming down the stairs while a tiny voice shouted, "I'm coming! I'm coming!" A boy with sandy cropped blonde hair with sky blue eyes appeared into the room.

Author: This is crappy and boring, I know. But it's my first fanfic so please leave nice reviews and if there's any mistake or you wanna say that I suck, please write it nicely. Yes, it took place in 1996 coz' Luke was born in 1986 so I gotta keep up the story. Chapter 2 coming soon. Mind my English, I'm Asian xD And if it's good, please promote it or something. Put it on Tumblr or Livejournal (DO NOT PUT IT ON FACEBOOK!) I would love a lot of people reading this and reviews.

-Younicorn