The mailman had gotten it wrong. Again, Amanda thought as she stared down at the few envelopes that she had gotten in her mailbox. The problem? It was addressed to a Mrs. Sally Blofis and not a Mrs. Amanda Fuller. Clutching the mail tightly in her hand, Amanda walked over to the elevator of the apartment, intending to deliver the mail to the rightful owner.

This had been the third time that the wrong mail had been delivered to her. It was all all right the first time. . . Well, everyone made mistakes sometimes, right? Then the second time happen. . . she got a little frustrated. The third time? Well, this was most unacceptable.

For God's sake just fire him all ready, Amanda thought as the elevator gave a small ding and opened up to the second-floor landing.

Stepping out onto the carpeted hallway, Amanda made her way to the correct place for the mail.

Amanda knocked on the door. She examined her fingernails as she waited for the inhabitant to open the door.

After a few seconds, the door opened, and revealed a rather kind looking woman with semi-long brown hair. Smiling, Sally said, "Hello. Can I help you?"

Amanda handed her the envelopes. "Our mail got switched."

Sally opened her mouth in slight shock and embarrassment. "Oh! I'm so sorry!" Quickly, she took the mail from Amanda's hands.

"It's all right. It's not like it was your fault." Amanda reassured her.

"Still. . ." Sally said.

Suddenly, Sally glanced behind her.

"I have some coffee brewing. It should be done soon. Do you want some?" Sally asked, turning her head back around to Amanda.

"I would love some, thank you."

Sally smiled and walked away to the kitchen, with Amanda following her soon after.

It really is a nice place, Amanda thought as she walked through the living room, which was adorned with pictures and other various items.

They had almost reached the kitchen when Amanda saw it. An open door, leading to a bedroom. From what Amanda could guess, the bedroom belonged to a teenager, what with the various clothes and food wrappings that were strewn about the floor. But that wasn't what had drawn Amanda's attention to the room. It was the teen couple lying in the bed, arms wrapped tightly around each other as if they were afraid that if they let go, then the other would disappear, the blankets covering them up to their chins.

Amanda gasped as she reached out to Sally, just barely managing to grab her by the arm, who had just stepped into the kitchen. Sally gave a small gasp before stumbling slightly, but managed to regain her balance before she could fall.

Sally turned around, eyebrows slightly raised in confusion. "What?" She asked.

Slowly and shakily, Amanda pointed towards the couple. "Who is that?" Amanda asked, much harsher than she had intended to be.

As she watched Sally frown slightly as she followed Amanda's gaze, Amanda couldn't help but be thoroughly shocked by her fellow tenant. How could she have allowed something like this to happen? They couldn't have been more than eighteen years old. Personally, Amanda didn't have any kids of her own, but whenever she was at certain family gatherings, she always made sure to keep the teenaged couples within her sight.

"Oh, that's just my son, Percy, and his girlfriend, Annabeth." Sally said.

"They are sleeping in a bed together." Amanda pointed out to her.

Sally only shrugged. "Yes, they are." Amanda noticed that Sally failed to see- or perhaps acknowledge- the implications of what Amanda had said.

Amanda sighed. "Sally, I'm pretty sure that you and I both know how teenagers minds work, and I think you and I both know what could happen since your are allowing this type of behavior in your own home."

"They didn't do anything!" Sally protested, face flushed red from either embarrassment or anger, Amanda couldn't tell.

Amanda raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Honest!" Sally exclaimed.

"Then how do you explain the situation right in front of your eyes?" Amanda questioned.

Sally stared down at her feet before answering "They have nightmares." She finally said, albeit hesitantly.

"So? Everyone has nightmares from time to time. It is part of the natural order in which we call life." Amanda said.

"They're not like the ordinary nightmares that you and I have. They wake up screaming in the middle of the night."

"Still, is that a reason for them to sleep together?" Amanda asked, feeling as though she had won the battle.

Sally opened her mouth to speak, but was cutoff by another voice.

"Yes."

Blinking in surprise, Amanda looked over to the bedroom, where she now saw that Percy was now awake. He was sitting up, casually stroking his girlfriend's hair, looking at them with eyes that made Amanda feel as though they had seen too many things in just a short period of time. Amanda noticed that- thankfully- he had a shirt on.

"We went through a lot. And we went through it together. If I don't sleep with her, I do wake up screaming. Every. Single. Night. But if I'm with her. . . well, I still have nightmares, but it's like I know that she's right here beside me, and I don't wake up screaming, because I know that she is all right." Percy said.

Amanda shook her head in confusion. "I- I'm sorry. I don't understand."

"No, you'll never understand." Percy said bitterly, before shaking his head. "I'm sorry. It's not your fault that we had to go through. . ." Percy trailed off, and Amanda was shocked to notice that he was close to tears.

Feeling slightly ashamed, Amanda turned back to Sally, who was staring in worry at her son. "Er, would another time be all right?"

It took her a few seconds to actually acknowledge what Amanda had said. "What? Oh, yes, another time would be all right." She said absent-mindedly before going towards the bedroom.

Amanda turned around and walked out of the apartment, only glancing back once to see Sally shaking Percy's girlfriend- Annabeth, she recalled- awake.

Author's notes- So, yeah, obviously this is set a few weeks after the giant war. Sorry if it isn't that humorous.

Also, Happy Halloween, even though that it is nearly over.

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