Disclaimer: I don't own any recognizable character in this story. Please do not sue me. I never claimed any of this to be true. (Attempt at humor.)

I turned in my paper on Tuesday. I was told to write about my reaction to the conclusion of Romeo and Juliet. It was easy enough, although I didn't read the book. I couldn't and about a month ago, I found out why; I was dyslexic, like most demigods. And that was because our brains were uh… hardwired for Ancient Greek. Percy had given me a Greek textbook once and made me read a few basic sentences. Surprisingly enough, I didn't have a hard time reading it.

Anyway, my paper was basically about how the lovers' death could have been avoided, had the two not been as stupid as Tom the cat (Yes, Cartoon Network's). I knew I'd somehow pass because I actually exerted effort on this one; I watched the movie—which reminded me, by long shot, about calling Logan.

I didn't have his number. He refused to give it to me because he frequently lost his phone/number to a fan. He couldn't help it; he was famous. (I wasn't quoting him on that one.)

So I called the number he gave me instead; his mom's.

"Hello?" a lady answered in the most polite way I've ever heard.

"Um," I started. "Hi. I'm Percy. Would it be okay if you gave me your firstborn's current number?" Why I even tried to humor her was beyond me.

"That depends on your surname." Oh, yeah.

"It's Forte. Persephone Forte? Um, your son's half-sister?"

I heard her giggle from the other line. "Why do you keep asking questions?" she asked, amused. "I know you. Don't worry." Then she gave me Logan's current number.

After typing in his number and pressing the 'call' button, I contemplated what it felt like talking to Mrs. Lerman and what it would possibly feel like when we finally meet in person. It was weird, knowing that she and Mamma both fell in love with the same god. It wasn't like my father cheated on any of them. And it was clear that they accepted that my father—mine and Logan's—were never meant to be around for too long. That's why they both married afterwards.

Maybe it wouldn't be too bad if she met me and Mamma.

"Hello?" I heard Logan ask, jarring me from my thoughts.

"It's—" I paused. I wasn't even sure if I wanted to go. But then again, this was a separate invite. He could choose to go without me, anyway. "Hello?" he repeated.

"It's Percy," I finally said.

"Oh, oh. Where did you get my number?"

"Your mom."

"Oh."

Had he really forgotten about it? What if it was some important document? Jeez, he made me worry.

"Well, what is it?" In the background, I heard some laughs. I decided not to mind it.

"Are you busy?" I inquired.

"No. I guess. Oh, wait." He probably covered his phone's receiver to someone he was with. When he came back on, he asked me if my call would take long.

"No."

"Good. Um, yeah. I'm kinda busy."

I raised my eyebrows even though I knew he couldn't see it. "Anyway, it's about camp and it will be on Saturday…"

After explaining to him what the whole celebration was supposed to be about, he said "sure," then asked me if I was going to attend. "Not… sure yet."

He asked me why. I told him I didn't know which side I should be in: the welcomers or those whom we will welcome.

"You could be in both. I'll be there anyway."

In both?

"Think about it," he told me.

"I have been doing some thinking."

"Good." He grunted. "Would it be okay if I stayed with your family until—I don't know—until the celebration is finished?"

That was rather odd. He was an actor—practically a celebrity. "Why not rent a hotel room?" I offered. He could easily afford one anyway.

"I don't know," he said, sounding generally worried. "I guess I kind of want to keep this part of my life private. You know what I mean."

I hadn't asked Mamma yet but—"Okay. When will you arrive?"

"Friday morning."

I said okay, we got everything settled, then said our goodbyes.

Three more days to decide, I suppose.

Oh, well.

A/N: I never get tired of this, really. Please drop a review. I know my update interval is quite long. Okay, it's really long. Sorry. It had been months, I know.

Anyway, thanks to Bianca PJO HOO HG for that review. Reading that review made me want to keep going. I wanted to trash this story, actually. But that was before. Thank you again, Missus.

Before this Author's Note gets too long, I'd like to wish everyone who reads this a Merry Christmas or a Happy Hanukkah, because I published this chapter some time in Christmas Eve. Silent readers, please review.