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I've written down a few ideas of what I want to see happening with this fic; so I do have a clearer path for the story and I hope you'll stick with it until the end :) This fic may be on the longer side, so I hope that's alright!

Also, I deleted my fic, Insanity, and borrowed a scene because it fit and I'm really too lazy to type lol; so please enjoy!

"Who's there?" Hazel called; trying to sound confident but her voice wavered.

Frank tightened his grip around her protectively.

"I- I'm sorry. I thought-" He began, still behind the door.

"Leo?" Hazel asked.

He pushed the door open with his fingers, making a long and rather awkward creak.

"What? This isn't the bunker! Wow, how embarrassing..." Leo scratched his head nervously, before bolting out the door.

What was he supposed to say?

The thins that were on his mind?

Hey, I'm pretty turned on right now; mind if I join you? I think I'm the virgin in the prophecy and I'd hate to die and watch the world burn so let's fuck!

He hoped that things wouldn't be awkward later on and that Hazel and Frank would still show up to the movie night that evening.

Later that night...

"Leo, get off me. Shit, can't I watch a movie without you trying to stick your tongue down my throat? I'm not interested." Thalia crossed her arms.

"Could you guys please stop flirting, we're trying to watch this movie in peace." Annabeth threw a fist full of popcorn at them from across the room.

Wednesdays were always movie nights with the exclusive group of campers. They'd meet in Bunker 9, which Leo had completely remodeled into a slick looking hang out spot stocked with a ton of snacks, drinks, and a wide assortment of movies to compliment his seriously sweet entertainment center set-up.

Every week, they'd meet up and rotate who picked the movie of the night.

This week was Connor Stoll's pick, and they all huddled up in blankets watching The Conjuring.

Percy kept stealing glimpses of Annabeth staring at the large screen as she nibbled on her finger, her gut clenched with anxiety. She calculated all the scenerios, and contemplated when things would pop out.

He admired the way her eyebrows were knitted; her forehead wrinkled with worry.

He nearly pissed himself when everyone jumped out of their seats, as the music blared at a scary part.

"Holy fuck..." Katie Gardner whimpered, unintentionally leaning up against Travis Stolls; who didn't mind at all. He yawned and flexed his arm, wrapping it around the daughter of Demeter. "There, there." He coaxed.

She was way too scared to even care, and decided to let him live... If that was the only move he was going to make that night.

"Frank- This is too much." Hazel nuzzled her face into her boyfriend's chest. He patted her back and smiled at how cute she was, when in reality, he himself was shitting bricks.

"Ow." He lifted himself up, and found a small, annoying ruby digging into his back.

"Sorry... I conjure rubies when I'm scared..." She whispered and he threw it behind his back, pulling her closer to him. It coincidentally landed into Leo's popcorn causing him to almost choke to death. Thalia was laughing very hard.

Hazel still had trouble making eye contact with Leo.

How much had he seen?

She still couldn't shake that question she was so tempted to ask.

Would you like to join us?

She was still experiencing mixed feelings; with Leo looking like Sammy and all...

She also knew about his... Uh, lady problems.

She didn't want him to die.

She and Frank didn't even finish; it was way too awkward after Leo left.

Hazel wondered when she'd ever get enough courage to try seducing Frank again.

Leo kept laughing; nervously.

How would he ever live that down?

Soon, word would spread around camp and he'd be known as a peeping tom.

He already had enough beef with Frank even though he was sure that the Ares kid was a vegetarian.

Nico, who was still a bit groggy, sat between Percy and Rachel, a bit bored with the film.

When Percy's hand brushed up against his, eliciting a blush from the boy, Rachel totally noticed.

Nico stiffened.

"Fucking shit!" Clarisse jumped, spilling popcorn over the floor while Chris smiled at her.

"Scared?" He teased.

"Shut up!" She punched his arm playfully, cheeks reddening.

His arm went around her shoulder and she rested her head on his chest, sinking into the sofa.

Clarisse kept thinking, when would be the right time?

She was good at plenty of things.

She could totally kick anyone's ass in camp; even seaweed brain and thunder boy. She was great at capture-the-flag and could so out-eat anyone on Taco Tuesday.

But she was absolutely clueless when it came to seduction and love and all that girly shit that the Aphrodite cabin spouted.

She was very tempted to, dare she say it, ask for help.

Drew knew a little something-something about love. She practically breathed Cosmo mags and romantic comedies.

Clarisse decided that she'd be her best bet.

Soon the movie ended with everyone hanging on the edge of their seats; scared shitless.

They could go up against the fucking Minotaur and the evil Titan lord; but fuck no; scary movies were scary as Tartarus.

Everyone dispersed, walking back to their cabins.

Thalia offered to walk back with Katie; but the Gardner girl declined.

And that was where she went wrong.

Really wrong.

Or so she keeps telling herself; when she knows that things actually went really, really fucking great.

Walking through the woods, Katie decided to stop by her moonlight garden.

She tugged at her thin sweater; cursing her choice of outerwear.

Katie will admit; she's kind of a pussy when it comes to scary movies, as are most of her demi-god friends.

So when she heard the crunch of leaves under someone's foot from two feet away, her heart nearly fell to her stomach.

She turned around very slowly, mouth agape, expecting a hideous monster.

She felt the tug in her gut as a bunch of tendrils and vines wrapped around the shadowy figure that stalked her in the dark, until the individual was suspended into the ground.

She let out a scream as the male voice did the same.

Upside down, Travis thrashed his legs out, and ripped the mask of his face yelling, "It's me! It's me!"

"Travis?" Katie squinted in the darkness.

"Yes! Please just- just let me down!"

"You- You asshole! You scared the shit out of me!" She scolded, grabbing the knife attached to her thigh.

"Why should I let you down, huh? I should just leave you here to rot." She mused.

Travis's eyes widened.

"No! No- It- It was a stupid joke, really! I'm sorry!" He pleaded.

She thought about it for a moment.

"Oh alright." She gave in, swiping her knife across the green vines, causing the Stoll boy to scream on his way down to the soil face first.

"Oops." Katie shrugged.

"Katie! That was fucked up!" He said, mending his seriously hurt head.

"Serves you right." She huffed.

"Gods you're such a bitch."

"Excuse me? Who do you think you are? Don't you dare call me that ever again, do you hear me?" She put her hands on her hip.

"Or what?" He countered.

"Or- Or I will fucking end you!"

"I'd like to see you try, sweet cheeks." He winked.

Gods, he was infuriating.

It made Katie very confused.

She took a few steps towards him, slapping him hot across the cheek, her lip quivering before Travis grabbed her hand and pulled her into the most passionate kiss she had ever experienced.