(A/N: Hi there! Once again I don't own PJO or iCarly or any product names or companies I may mention. Also, all Justin Bieber fans/haters, please don't be offended by any of the content in my haiku about Justin Bieber.)

Thalia's POV

As Lord Apollo landed his chariot-car onto the premises of camp, I winced as he landed close to my tree, the Golden Fleece, and Peleus the dragon. Seeing my expression on his face, he laughed. "I won't hurt you, Thalia. Come on! You look sickly!" He cleared his throat and began another one of his haikus.

Special demi-gods,

I will tell all you something,

Lord Apollo rocks

Thunder crackled in the sky, and Lord Apollo rolled his eyes. "Apparently Lady Hera says my haiku's are lame and stupid. I'll show her my haiku's are good. Percy!"

Percy, who was deep in conversation with Nico said "Justin Bieber!" quickly, and resumed talking.

"Justin Bieber, huh? Alright, whatever you say, cousin."

He is a singer

He sings songs and dances too

I am so awesome

I cleared my throat, and Lord Apollo opened the door to his chariot, and snapped his fingers. The two-seater turned into a six-seater SUV with cushioned seats and seatbelts. "Get in and Lord Apollo's state-of-the-art transportation will get you to Seattle by supper-time with a slight detour in Maine." He said, and we scrambled in. Nico put his hands in his head and Percy turned on his iPod. Lord Apollo started the engine, and we were off. Nico had fallen asleep, Percy was nodding his head in time to his iPod and Annabeth had started reading a ginormous book. I looked down and shuddered. Closing my eyes, I tried to get some rest for the journey ahead of us. I didn't like flying very much; contrary to popular belief, I hated heights. It all started with that time Annabeth, Luke, and I were running away from some stupid monsters…

Flashback:

I stared at the little girl in front of me. Annabeth at that time was 7 and a half, and was the cutest thing ever.

We were standing next to a 7/11. I was totally against stealing food from the shop, but we hardly had any money. Earlier in the year, we started collecting soda cans and recycling. All together, we had $2.25, which was a lot already. It barely got any food, and we all were starving.

Luke told us to wait for him outside the store. Five minutes later, he arrived triumphant with 3 hot dogs with ketchup for us and 3 bottles of water. He had also managed to snatch some bags of chips and a few juice cans, for later.

Angrily, the store manager came out of the store waving his hands wildly and screaming, threatening to call the police. We ran and ran and ran, until we were all exhausted and didn't have anywhere else to run to. We heard police sirens all of a sudden. Annabeth got really scared, and was too tired to even walk.

Luke hoisted her onto his shoulders, and we ran to an apartment complex. This one didn't have a buzzer system, since we were in the shabbier parts of town. So we just hit the button to the highest floor, which we later found out was the roof.

We had eaten our hot dogs and drank the water before we got on the roof, our meals just digesting. Luckily, we got up before the police could find us, but some monsters were waiting for us.

It was six dracanae! We had taught Annabeth some basic moves with her knife, and she was using them all. Luke was fighting two off at a time. He gestured to one of the dracanae's backs, telling me to stab it in the back.

Unfortunately, the dracanae found out what we were going to do. She was right in front of me, and I couldn't move anywhere. She took a lunge at me, and I took a step backwards, into thin air.

All I remember was falling and falling, seeing the cityscape get closer and closer. We landed on some balcony. It turned out that the apartment had been abandoned long ago.

I could barely walk, so we found shelter for the night in the apartment. My leg was broken, but it was easily fixed. For the next month or so, I got the same dream about falling off the side of a building.

It got me scared whenever I was somewhere high up, even if it looked quite safe. I didn't think I was going to fall off that rooftop, anyways.

Carly's POV

Spencer had just finished chatting with someone again for the second time in a row. He had did it last night and now here we were at 5:00 am in the morning, waiting for him to deliver the news. He had been chatting with Ms. Benson and Ms. Puckett who for some reason we hadn't seen for a while.

He came back into the room and I yawned. "I know you're tired, kiddo but our guests live in New York and they're supposed to arrive soon. We yawned, as Ms. Benson came with a list. "Here's a list of things we should do to get the house clean and ready. Spencer will prep their room, Carly and Sam will do the fridge, living room, and kitchen, and Fredward and I will clean the studio upstairs? I'll do the bathroom too." We nodded.

"Okay, so here's some towels, cloths, everything you might need in this case." Freddie and Spencer and Ms. Benson opened the kit and we grabbed some of everything. Spencer and Freddie and his mom went up the stairs as Sam opened the door to the fridge and started pulling things out.

As she reached nearly the back of the fridge, she pulled out a container with a rotten piece of apple pie in it.

"Um, Carls, what's this?" She asked, and I blushed.

"I wanted to hide this from Spencer last Thanksgiving." I said, my cheeks turning fire-engine red.

Sam laughed. "I don't think corn is apple pie and won't be anytime soon!" We continued cleaning everything out, putting things that were still good to the side and cleaning out containers that looked a bit mouldy. We were soon done and started organizing things; I was excited for the arrival of our guests.

Spencer told me that there was two boys and two girls coming to visit. The girls seemed nice enough, from Spencer's description. Apparently, one was really smart but not stuck up, and the girl didn't like boys and like punk and goth stuff. The boys, I was more excited about. One boy liked swimming and the ocean and the other one liked punk and goth stuff but was nice.

Ever since we hired that intern, Freddie has been on our case. It's been like a month since we hired him. I know he's upset because that intern was okay, kinda stupid. But he was so hot when he took off his shirt. Freddie doesn't know, but I took a video of him so I can always see him. Also, we're going to do a segment called "How To Correctly Choose An Intern" on iCarly, featuring him!

We found out that he got transferred to a school specially for kids with learning disabilities. Good for him, but not good for us. According to Freddie, the school was all the way in New York. Actually, it was supposed to be a school for troubled kids and kids with learning disabilities. I don't know why they can call the intern a troubled kid. I guess he fits into the learning disability part of the school. Anyways, the school's called Yancy Academy.

"Carly! Do you happen to have any air freshener or something? I found my spaghetti taco that Sam hid from me, and now our studio stinks!" Freddie called from upstairs.

"Got it!" I called, and hurried up the stairs, Febreze can in hand. Life never got dull in our apartment.

(A/N: For those of you wondering, the intern I mentioned was in the episode iHire An Idiot. It's the 8th episode in the 4th season of iCarly, and the 78th episode of them all. His name is Cort (pronounced court).

Also, I'd like some feedback for this story. Anything you need improved? Suggestions on what to happen next? Those are greatly appreciated!)