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I stopped in my tracks. My dream. I had forgotten all about it until Percy mentioned it. I must have had a strange expression on my face, because Percy said, "Oh, you don't have to tell me, it's not important." I was pretty sure it was though.

I shrugged, not knowing what to say. When I finally opened my mouth, Kayleigh stepped in front of us, and judging by her clothes, it looked like she had a phobia of anything that wasn't pink.

"Hiya handsome," she said swaying her hips and twirling her hair. Percy didn't give her a second look, but nodded his head and said a quick "Hello". He turned back to me and looked like he was about to say something when Kayleigh cleared her throat with a high-pitched hem hem.

"Do you want something?" Percy asked politely, while I tried to give him the 'Abort mission! Danger zone! Do not speak to Kayleigh Edwards' signal, but being the obtuse idiot that he is, he obviously took my rapid coughs, my shaking head and hand movements as some kind of coughing fit.

Kayleigh looked at me like I was some kind of mutant. She's one to talk, I thought as I rolled my eyes and pulled a face at her. She didn't see it, because she was focused, once again, on Percy.

"Of course I want something," she said, winking in what I guess was supposed to be a flirtatious manner. "Can you guess what?"

"To get back on the mother-ship?" I said. Kayleigh sneered at me but then pouted at Percy.

"Um, I, er, kinda have to–" he started, trying to walk away. But Kayleigh, being the persistent little monkey that she is, she grabbed his hand and ran a finger up is arm. Percy's eyes said 'Abort! Help!' Poor guy.

"No, silly," Kayleigh said as she took a step toward him, "I want you."

Percy gulped but managed to splutter out, "Look, I have a girlfriend so…"

He seemed frozen in place as Kayleigh's eyes flashed with fury. I decided to step in at this moment, so I grabbed Percy's other arm and said "My deepest apologies Kayleigh, but we really need to be going now. Percy's stomach won't be able to hold out much longer without some proper nutrition."

Some emotion pasted itself across Kayleigh's face as she loosened her grip enough for Percy to yank his arm out of her iron clutches. He stumbled over to where I was standing and I smirked at Kayleigh, who looked like she was trying to do long division. Then her eyes bulged and she pointed at me.

"You," she stammered. She laughed loudly, causing passersby to stop and watch Kayleigh's sudden outburst. "You're his girlfriend."

I rolled my eyes at her. "No, don't be an idiot."

"Oh sweetheart," Kayleigh said, looking at Percy with a sympathetic expression, "why her? You could do so much better than her. Like me."

"Kayleigh," Percy said, "Gabby is not my girlfriend."

"Who is she then?" Kayleigh challenged. Immediately, Percy began ranting about Annabeth; Wise Girl this and Wise Girl that. How she was his best friend and how she's the most beautiful girl ever, with her curly blonde hair and grey eyes.

At the last part, Kayleigh's eyes narrowed. She glared at me, winked at Percy and strutted down the hall with whatever pride and dignity she had left.

"Well," I stated, "that got rid of her."

Percy smiled sadly, "It sure did."

I sat down next to Percy under our oak tree, munching on a banana. Percy was oddly quiet. I looked at him. He had a faraway look in his eyes. I suddenly noticed some features about him that I had overlooked before. His eyes were a duller color that I had first depicted and his nose was oddly crooked. It looked like it had been broken several times already. Grey circles outlined his eyes, probably from a lack of sleep. His hair was streaked with grey, which I had overlooked as the remains of a few grey hairs. He looked ill. I presumed that he hid it with a smile; he had fooled me.

Suddenly, his head turned in my direction and his eyes met mine. Looking straight at me he said, "Tell me about your dream."

I looked away from Percy's piercing gaze as I sighed and lowered my head. He was going to ask me this sooner or later but I still wasn't quite prepared to explain my dreams to him. I've only known him for a day.

Percy seemed to notice that I felt uncomfortable, so he looked away, back at his sandwich. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, I'm not going to force you."

I gave him a small smile as he let out a breath and looked at me again. "I suffer from bad nightmares. Really bad nightmares." Percy's voice cracked on the word 'really'. "They first started when I was about twelve, and I had no one to share them with. Well, I had Grover, but I didn't want to worry him. Then I went to camp. Before Annabeth and I became friends, I talked to Mr. Brunner, the camp director. A lot of kids there have experienced some kind of emotional trauma; me and Annabeth were two of them. Something," Percy paused, "an accident happened at camp. We all had nightmares for ages. But Annabeth helped the most. We have to haul each other up if we fall down. There was a time when we didn't think we were going to recover."

He looked at me and said, "That's why I want here last year. I was recovering."

I smiled sadly and nodded. Percy sighed and was about to get up when I grabbed his arm and pulled him back down. He looked at me with a questioning expression.

"My dream," I began, "It was cold. Very cold and very dark," I took a shaky breath as I continued, "I was attacked, but I couldn't see be what. It was…like…claws were tearing at my back. It hurt, so badly. Then I saw a light. A small one, but it was there. And it was warm. I wanted to move towards it, but I couldn't. My feet were stuck to the ground. And then it disappeared. Gone. Poof." I looked at Percy's expressionless face, "And I was alone. Again. I could feel the blood dripping down my back. I was dying."

Percy looked down and frowned. "How did you know about my T-shirt? You said that it was part of your dream."

"Before I died, the dream changed. I was in a wood. It was red and gold and there was light streaming through the trees. It was very pretty. I sat up and looked around. Next to me was a girl. She had black spiky hair. She wore all black and she looked about, what, fifteen? Next to her was a boy. He had black hair too and very pale skin. He was wearing a black aviator's jacket I think. He was also wearing a skull ring." Percy's eyes widened when I finished describing the boy and girl. I dismissed and thoughts and resumed telling my story. "On my other side, was you." That got Percy's attention. "Did you know that you talk in your sleep?"

"What? What did I say?"

"'Annabeth,'" I smiled as Percy's face flushed a deep red. "Anyway, you were wearing that T-shirt. The Camp Half-Blood one. Then, I heard a sound so I went towards it. It was nighttime now. Then someone told me to stop, so I did. I tried to call out for help but I couldn't, and when I looked back at you and the others, you were gone. I tried to run but I couldn't. The voice told me to stop again and then that I stand alone. Then it told me 'You are power. You will stand down. You will not fight, else those closest to your heart will pay for your mistakes.' It told me to sleep. It told me not to fight it. And as I fell asleep, it tortured me. Then I woke up."

Percy and I looked at each other. I didn't know what he was going to say. He got up from his crooked sitting position, helped me up and said, "Do you want to come to my place tonight?"


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