A/N: Because I'm a mean person and this story has other people in it too, not just Thalia and Nico, I'm going to keep you in suspense and dedicate this chapter solely to all the other pairings/ characters/ other in this story. And I'm not sure if the origin's right 'cuz I just made it up. Review if you think that Pink wrote True Love for Percabeth. (Because let's face it, it's their song!) And Reyna makes an appearance in this chapter. Percabeth fluff. No, this is a Jasper and Leyna, not Jeyna for all you Jeyna fans. But there is some one-sided Jeyna tho, in this chapter.

Annabeth's POV

Insomnia: lack of sleep, or inadequate amount of sleep. origin: Greek, somnus, meaning sleep.

The words stuck in Annabeth's mind long after she'd read them. Along with so many other things, she'd memorized them upon first laying eyes on them. A useful skill, some might say, but to the insomniac girl in question at the moment it was simply irritating as the words, numbers, facts, and sentences buzzed around her head like flies, causing her to toss and turn futilely in the hope of losing consciousness.

Giving up on getting any sleep, she tiptoed out of bed in her nightgown, putting on a pair of slippers as she made her way out the door and to the beach, a scant five minute walk from her house. Upon arrival, she discovered someone swimming in the lake as she settled herself on the shore. Moving closer so her legs were dangling over the edge of the pier, she found that it was a familiar face: Percy Jackson.

Like many times before when she was with the boy, she spoke without thinking. "Have you lost your mind? You'll catch your death of cold in this weather! And in the middle of the night, too!"

"I haven't lost my mind, you've lost your mind! Coming out here in the dead of night in nothing but your nightgown..." This was familiar, arguing with him. As was the defensive tone evident in his voice. Quarreling with him was familiar, comforting, homey in a way that only Percy could make her feel. They'd fought like cats and dogs since they were two years old : over a lost crayon, a stolen toy, anything, really. Why should now be any different?

"I've lost my mind? If anything, you've lost your mind, swimming in a lake practically naked in October in the middle of the night!"

"Actually I am naked."

"And not to mention- Wait, what?"

"Nothing."

"You're actually naked?"

"No, I just said that to make you stay."

Before she had time to react, or for her mind to even register what was going on (which was very, very odd for her, considering prided herself on being very level-headed, and her mother had raised her to analyze everything. But then, her mind was sluggish when she was around him, having never been able to process thought quite as meticulously as it did when she wasn't with him) he jumped out of the lake, grabbed her by the ankle, and dragged her down into the water.

She spluttered, choked, and would've nearly drowned in the icy cold water of the lake, had it not been for Percy's arm around her. A very well-muscled arm, she might add. Don't think like that! she scolded herself. You're just friends. But still, he was so close... She only had to turn her head slightly to the right to press her lips against his. She wondered if they would taste like salt, to accompany his scent of the sea air.

She didn't have to wonder. He kissed her.

Reyna's POV

She shoved another dress into her mahogany, gilt-edged trunk. Reyna was packing for a trip to see her close family friend, Jason, in London whom she had not seen for two years or so. Sure, they had written, but it wasn't the same. She missed him. Missed his blond hair, sky-blue eyes, that scar he had over his upper lip that curved when he smiled. Fine, maybe she, Reyna, had some tiny, more than friends feeling for him, but it's not like he felt the same way. Whatever. She had more important things to worry about.

Like if he's courting someone else in London? Some pretty, blond-haired, blue-eyed, voluptuous girl? Who's prettier, and more charming than you? she shook the thoughts out of her head. They were just friends. She was going to see an old friend whom she hadn't seen in a while, and catch up. Have some tea, chat. That was it. Right?

Jason was waiting at the train station when she arrived in London. The place was packed with people: parents saying farewell to their children, friends embracing each other, lovers reuniting.

How she wished they were the latter.