Plans

Even though I went crazy when I was assigned the job of "official Olympian architect", I had never seen so much paper until I walked in on Ms Jackson planning the holiday.

"No, no, no!" she was screaming into the phone while gesturing me to sit down and making tea all at the same time, "Rebecca, you don't fool me. I know you've got cabins left so don't deny it. I need a cabin for tomorrow night – it is absolutely essential!"

I sidestepped a pile of paper on the floor, sticky-labelled places to eat, ad spotted Percy sat cross-legged shifting through more papers. He hadn't noticed me come in and was rifling through the papers as if his life depended on it; considering Ms Jackson's mood, it probably did.

"What's up, Seaweed Brain?" I asked casually, leaning against the wall.

"Annabeth!" Percy exclaimed and his face broke into a huge smile which made my heart skip a beat. It's sp stupid, the effect he has on me, even after all this time. It's nearly a year that we've been dating. "I am so glad you could make it next weekend!"

He put his hands around my waist and kissed me. I had to wrap my arms around his neck to stop myself falling over because my knees had suddenly turned to jell-O. My heart skipped several beats and I wouldn't have minded if the world ended right then.

"OK, you two, enough of the puppy love!" joked Mr Blofis as he walked into the room.

"Hey, Mr Blofis." I said letting go of Percy's neck but holding onto his hand.

"Sorry about the mess, Annabeth. Sally was so excited you were coming with us, she's gone a bit frantic." Mr Blofis said as he poured some coffee for everyone.

"Yeah," Percy said rolling his eyes, "She's been in holiday-planner mode since you replied to my email yesterday. So far she's broken two mugs and thrown the phone at the wall five times. I'm seriously thinking about getting a helmet."

I laughed and realised I hadn't done so in ages. Being in this house always made me feel good. It was nice to be around people who felt like a proper family. Percy even called Mr Blofis 'dad' now and the three of them got along really great. I remember Percy telling me how Mr Blofis was 'dad' to him: easy going and fun, whereas Poseidon was 'father': formal but family. I wished could be a part of a family like this.

Ms Jackson sighed dramatically and hung up the phone. "It's such a miracle how an empty cabin just suddenly appears when you mention that you know the boss." she said smiling. Then she turned to me and said: "Annabeth, darling it's so fantastic you could come!" she hugged me and I knew that if she had carried on or a minute longer, I would definitely have suffocated.

"So, is everything sorted?" I asked pulling away.

"Yes!" she cried triumphantly and pulled out a map from under a giant pile of papers. I wondered how she knew it was there. "Okay, so we start hew and get a Greyhound to here," she began pointing to a silver star then to a red dot, "Then we get a train from the red dot to either one of these yellow dots and a bus from either of those will take us to this green dot which a five minute walk to the cabins which is the gold star."

I nodded and pretended to have followed all that. Percy saw through my confused expression and grinned; he loved it when I was confused or wrong.

"I can't believe it," I thought to myself, "I'm going on the most perfect holiday ever!"

Boy was I wrong; there's no such thing as peace when you're a half-blood.