A/N: Hello! If you're enjoying the story so far(Which i hope you are) I PROMISE that the story gets better When they get to camp! So if your reading this, PLEASE REVIEW! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! so far i have 6 reviewers. And I know i just started this a few days ago but PLEASE review! I am also SOOOO SORRY that people got confused cause some of it was repeated in the second chapter. I WILL fix that! and don't worry! Percabeth is on its way.

I had to Reply to this: To AnnabethIsTheBest- Don't worry, Percy is NOT going to kill himself. He's not going to get that depressed.

PPOV

Thursday Night

Mom and Paul were getting ready to head to the funeral. My mom was wearing a strapless black dress and Paul was wearing a black suit.

"Are you sure you don't want to go?" Paul asked. I nodded.

"Okay, we'll be back by eleven." My mom said. I nodded again. My mom kissed me quickly on the head and left with Paul closing the door behind her.

I put my back against the door and sat down slowly. I put my head in my hands. It seemed like I was sitting there, without moving, for hours.


APOV

I looked around the church. They were bringing Rachels body down the Isle. Grover was sitting next to me and he was crying, but I tried so hard not to. I saw Mrs. Jackson and Mr. Blofis, but i didn't see Percy. I couldn't believe he was being so selfish! I mean Rachel was one of his best friends! Well I'll admit that I didn't like her the first few years i've known her, but after me and Percy became a couple me and Rachel got along a bit better. Whatever! I thought to now I had to focus on Rachels Dad. He was getting ready to make his speech about Rachel. His eyes didn't look that sad. He didn't look like he was in shock, he didn't look sad at all. I felt very bad for Rachel, her own Father wasn't sad at his own daughters funeral. It made tears flood back into my eyes.


PPOV

I walked into my room and sat down on my bed. I felt like i was going to pass out. But i noticed a small book on my dresser that I haven't touched in months. It was an old scrap book that Rachel made for me after we defeated Kronos.

I skimmed through the pages. Most of the pictures were Rachel and her family on Vacations. But then I reached a page that had pictures of her and I just hanging out. I remembered we went to the carnival together, and she had to take a picture of everything, it was so annoying at the time but thinking about it now made me laugh. But the pictures that I really stopped to look at was the one that we took in Paul's Prius right before Blackjack landed on it last summer. We were both smiling with our heads together. I smiled remembering the moment.

That's when I, Percy Jackson, started to cry like a baby. I started crying so hard I could barely breathe. And I kept crying until I blacked out with the scrap book still on my lap.


SALLYPOV

When we finally came home from the funeral it was already past midnight. I hoped that Percy was asleep so that he didn't know we got home later than we should've.

I went in his room to check on him. He was asleep, but when i got closer I noticed wet streaks on his face and his nose was red. I moved the small book off of his lap and i noticed that it was the scrap book Rachel gave him last year. I closed it and covered Percy with his blanket. I left his room while closing the door behind my with the book in my hands. Seeing him suffer like this broke my heart. Grover told me that Percy blamed himself for Rachels death just because he was the one driving. I thought at the time that it ws rediculous, but now I think it's understandable for him to think that. Even though the whole thing was an accident.

I walked into the kitchen and caught Paul drinking out of the milk carton. When he saw me he immediatley put the carton back in the fridge, which made me laugh.

"How is he?" Paul asked

"He's been crying." I replied with a sigh.

"Why do you think he didn't want to go to the funeral?"

"Grover told me that he blames himself for what happened."

Paul shook his head. I could tell he was thinking the same thing that everyone else was thinking, that that's rediculous.

"Maybe..." He started to say.

"Maybe what?" I asked

"Maybe we should take him to see a Psychiatrist."

I shook my head. "You know he wouldn't want to! Right now I just think it would be best if we didn't do anything right now. Besides school is ending in two weeks and after that he's going to camp. So maybe it'll help him forget about it when he's training."

Paul nodded, But i could tell he didn't agree with me. I'm having a hard time believing it myself, but I had to believe it. I wanted my son to be okay.

"I'm going to bed." I said and walked to my bedroom.


A/N: Okay, probably not my best but like I said, I PROMISE it gets better when they get to camp. LIKE SUPER SWEAR PROMISE (I know, lame)