The next morning I replayed what had happened between Percy and me. I woke up to the scent of sea air and the taste of Percy's lips on mine. That morning in my lonely apartment, I poured myself cereal with the biggest smile on my face.

Thank god(s) it was Saturday, because I was too giddy to go to school. By 1:00 I was actually showered and prepared to leave, but I realized I wasn't going anywhere.

I wanted to call Percy. I just want his presence. But I don't have his number. I didn't want to waste a gorgeous day, though, and I was already ready, so I grabbed my jean jacket and decided to take a walk.

Luckily I ran into the one person I was looking for at the bottom of my building's steps: Percy Jackson. He was standing relaxed, wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt and his classic worn out Converse. I hated to think it, now that I know Percy on a much deeper level, but he looked extremely hot today. Even better, he was holding a single daisy in his hand.

As I approached him, he scratched the back of his head and straightened up, handing me the flower. "I, uh , didn't know your favorite, so I got you the prettiest one I saw."

I laughed and took the flower. "Well, I actually didn't have a favorite in particular; until now." I reached over and kissed him on the cheek, hoping it wasn't too soon, but he blushed and grinned in admiration.

"Today we visit Camp Half-Blood. I'm really excited to take you, if you'd want to go with me . . . ?"

I shake my head like that's even supposed to be a question. "Of course!"

He seems relieved. "Cool." He whistles the most incredible cab whistle I've ever heard, even better than my brother, Charlie. But surprisingly, a cab does not appear. A jet black Harley Davidson motorcycle appears out of nowhere with no apparent rider, but that part doesn't freak me out as much as Percy saying, "Jane, this is Blackjack. He's my pegasus."

At that point I'm about to go crazy and tell him that it's not a pegasus, the infamous winged-horse, but in fact a regular ol' motorcycle. But, the image of the motorcycle flickers for a second and for a moment I catch a glimpse of what looks to be a black horse. Then it flickers back to a motorcycle. So instead, I say calmly, "Percy. All I see is a black Harley."

Percy looks at me for a second like I'm crazy. Then he says, "Oh my gods. You can't see through the Mist."

"The what?"

"The Mist," Percy explains. "It's like a magical veil that shields the reality of monsters and weapons into a concept that mortals can understand. So instead of seeing my pegasus, you see a motorcycle. But here, I can fix it." Percy snaps his fingers in front of my eyes. I blink back, but then suddenly, it's like a blanket is being pulled over my head: I can see my vision rippling in front of me. The Harley Davidson turns into a beautiful black pegasus.

I clamp my hands over my mouth. How can this all be real? I stare at the pegasus and make my way over to pet its muzzle. Sure enough, it's a real, I-can't-believe-it, right-in-front-of-me, pegasus. I think I start to tear up.

"Oh my goodness." I say. "Percy."

"Pretty amazing, huh?" he says. Now he's behind me, his hand on my back. "Blackjack says you smell like cocoa butter and vanilla. He says he likes you."

I stare at Percy. "You can understand him?" I ask amazed.

Percy laughs. "Yeah. Because Poseidon created horses, we have the power to communicate with them."

"Oh my God."

Percy rubs his neck. "Yeah. Are you ready to go? You're gonna meet a whole bunch of other demigods."

"How many?" I ask.

Percy smiles. "You won't believe how many."

"Wow," Is all I can manage to say. I mean, how is all of this possible? I kissed a demigod, and now I'm plunging into the world of Monsters and Magic and Mythology. It's quite mind boggling.

"Hop on," Percy says. He is already seated behind Blackjack. I hoist myself up behind Percy and hold on to Blackjack.

"You know, you can hold on to me of you want. I won't mind."

I blush, and I'm happy I'm behind Percy so he can't see me. I gently lace my fingers around his waist. Percy asks me if I'm ready, and I nod, but then I realize he can't see me, so I say yes.

"Blackjack, take us home," Percy says.

I tighten my grip around Percy. Blackjack soars up and suddenly, we break through the clouds. I've never felt so free!

I raise my arms in the air and shout woooh! Into the air. Fresh air cleans my lungs. The sun warms my skin. Percy Jackson laughs in front of me, and I laugh, too. My hair is in a curly, tangled mess behind me, and my heart has never beaten so fast. Even Blackjack whinnies in delight.

Percy yells over the sound of the wind, "Amazing, right?"

I yell back, "It's better than amazing!" Then I wrap my arms around him and lean into his ear and say, "It's perfect."

I lean back and raise my arms to touch the clouds again. I don't know why I just whispered to Percy. I guess it was the excitement of the moment. But it was great! Granted, I don't know how Percy Jackson feels about me doing that, but I can't think with the clouds at my fingertips.

Then the clouds break away, and I am looking at beautiful Long Island sound. I can see strawberry fields, all red and glorious. Percy Jackson yells again, "Welcome to Camp Half-Blood!"

My heart sinks in excitement and nervousness. If demigods are what they're like in the stories, then I'm about to enter a summer camp filed with some of the toughest, deadliest, and smartest kids on the planet.

I clutch to Percy's waist tighter. I stare down at the camp below. Then I whisper, so Percy can't hear, "Holy shit."