Hey! It's me, Ali. I haven't yet, so here's the disclaimer! R&R Please! Thank you!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own ANY of the original PJO characters.

Now for the story! Sorry they are short, I know, but I try to end them in good places. Besides, I'm not writing a 700 page novel.

Chapter Four "The Boys"

I took a deep breath and opened the door. I maybe should have knocked, but hello, it's my house.

"I'm home! Fletcher, Eathan, Dylan, Colton, Blake, I'm back!"

I kicked off my dirty shoes as three of my five brothers barreled down the stairs, yelling and screaming and pushing.

They were all talking at once, and even though I'm good at understanding when people do that, this time I couldn't. I just put my hands on my hips and gave them my deluxe I-can't-talk-because-you-wont-shut-up stare. After waiting five minutes for them to shut up, I might have blown up. Hey, don't judge. You try walking countless miles in the dark for three hours when your head hurts and you're dead tired.

"SHUT UP!" I yelled, accidentally letting off a charge of electricity. There was a loud 'BOOM', andthe lights flickered.

I walked into the living room and sat on the couch. "Okay, I will explain everything, but first, I have one question. Do I want to know where Eathan and Dylan are?"

Fletcher, my eldest brother who was twenty-two, sighed. "They're out looking for you. Colton, can you go I-M them and tell them to get their butts back here? Thanks, man."

After Colton got back, I explained everything to my brothers. Well, almost. I kind of made it sound like Percy had hit me on accident, because I didn't really want all five of my brothers tracking him down and beating the poor guy up. So, I said that his sword slipped and hit me in the head.

The door opened and Eathan and Dylan came running in, dropping their weapons on the doormat.

"Eathan! Dylan! Go pick those up!" I scolded. I may be the youngest, but I'm also the "mom" of the family. I cook, I clean, and I keep them in line. Both of the boys immediately stopped and went to pick up their things. Then they came and gave me a bone-crushing hug.

"Can't. Breathe." I gasped.

They both grinned and let go. Luckily Fletcher explained everything, so I didn't have to. AGAIN. After we had all sort of calmed down, we went to bed. I mean, it was like three in the morning!

I supposed now would be a good time to tell you about my family. Okay, so Fletcher and Eathan are twins, and they're both twenty-two, as I said earlier. They have light brown hair, like mom's, and dark blue eyes. Dylan is next, and he's twenty-one. Dylan has black hair, like dad, but mom's hazel eyes, green and blue together. Now Colton, probably my favorite brother, is nineteen. He has the same black hair as Dylan, but with blue eyes. Blake is last, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He's eighteen. Then, last but not least, me! I'm sixteen, and have light brown hair with natural red and blonde highlights. I have my mother's light blue eyes.

I know you are most likely wondering what the six of us are doing in a story about half-bloods. Well, we ARE half-bloods. Every one of us. Our mother was Graclyn Styne, and she died giving birth to me. And our father… well, I honestly don't know how he did it. Fletcher and Eathan were only seven when I was born, and dad half-raised us until they were thirteen. I have no idea how he got around the other Olympians, since he was breaking his own law. Yep, our father is Zeus.