Hey guys, sorry for the late update. Don't worry, Chapter 12 is coming soon after. As in, I'm already editing it. This one's rather short, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Read and Review!

xoxo Rhia

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson.


"When I was thirteen..."

"Percy..."

"I had my first love..."

"Percy."

"ASDFGHJKLVBNMRTYQCV ABOVE!"

"Percy, you noob!" Nico growled, slapping me on the upside of the head. He looked both incredulous and annoyed at the same time, which must have been an achievement for him. I'd always thought that, like Tinkerbell, there was only room for one emotion in that tiny body at a time.

A congratulations was at hand, but he barged on, saying, "Everybody knows that the lyrics are-"

"Guys, cut it out," Annabeth chided. She'd been looking out the window dutifully the whole time, pretending not to hear us. "We're here."

So we were. Stepping out of yet another cab, we were met by one of those brownstone buildings that are supposed to be apartments, but are occupied by people who are rich enough to buy all four floors. I couldn't help but think that Corbin should have invested in something else... Something like, you know, acting lessons.

Nico shut the door behind him and the taxi drove away. He was frowning, and I had a hunch why.

We'd only been back in New York for about two hours, but already we could feel that we were running out of time. There was this nagging sensation in the the pit of my stomach, this intense urge to let out all the song inside of me. I guess this would've been okay, except for the fact that I knew that if I started, I'd never, ever stop. From the way Nico was tapping his fingers against each other and the way Annabeth had been biting her lip and Grover had been making beat-box sounds instead of bleats, I knew they all felt it too.

"C'mon, Percy, inner monologues can wait," Annabeth said, albeit sympathetically, as if she wanted to do one too. She stepped right up to the brownstone in front of us and rang the doorbell.

There was a flurry of activity inside before a guy just a little older than us answered the door. He was my height, around 5"7, with messy brown hair and blue eyes that looked kind of incredibly, indescribably familiar. He had this smile... And... Gods, where have I seen this kid before?

"Can I help you?" he asked- and then I knew. It hit me the way Optimus Prime hits Megatron on a very good day. Grover seemed at a loss for words. Annabeth just about fainted. It was only Nico, small, oddly famous little Nico, that still had a voice.

"Logan Lerman!" he cried. "You! You were that kid in that movie about the... the one with the lightning...!"

"Oh, and you might just be Spiderman!" Annabeth chirped before dissolving into intense giggles. "Good luck making you look like a geek, though."

I looked at her, stunned. Logan Lerman grinned like the Cheshire cat. "Yep, that's me! Good ol' Peter Parker and Per- Hey, you're Nico di Angelo!"

"I know right!" Nico said, his voice going impossibly high. "Here, sign my jacket!"

"Your jacket?"

"Yeah. I had an Armani messenger bag, but then the taxi drove away with it."

"Oh, lord, I hate it when that happens," Logan sympathized, giving Nico back his jacket and the permanent marker he seemed to have produced from no where. "So, is this you're... entourage?"

"More like family," I managed to blurt out. Logan raised his eyebrows at me, and I felt this little tickle in my stomach- no, fools, I'm not GAY, I just needed to sing!

Grover must have felt it too, because he said quickly, "We were actually just here to take something that Corbin Bleu left here. He was the former tenant of this apartment, right?"

Logan seemed to pale. Every so slowly, we followed his head as it turned to look to the doorstep next to his. "He lived in that one," he said in barely a whisper.

I got shivers down my spine. There did seem to be an aura of... something that hung around the place. It was as if something there just wasn't right.

"Thank you," said an unfazed Annabeth, who smiled at him one last time before turning and walking down his front steps. "C'mon, boys."

We all said our "nice meeting you"s and went to follow her. I would've, but I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and found Logan staring at me intensely. It was flattering, by all means, yet still really creepy.

"Look, kid, I don't even know your name, but you're important," he told me. Well, can't argue there. "It's dangerous in that apartment. If you ever need me... Just holler."

"Thanks," I said, getting more scared by the minute. All though I had full trust in Logan's acting prowess, I had no idea how well equipped he was to handle actual danger. We shook hands, and the next thing I knew I was down his front steps, and he had said, "Live long and prosper", and had closed his front door.

I got to Annabeth's side just as she rang the doorbell. "Odd character, Logan Lerman, isn't he?" I said, but just before she could maim me or anything, the door opened.

The next sound was Nico's jaw hitting the floor. Grover bleated and Annabeth and I gasped; it was just so... unexpected. Well, maybe it wasn't. We seemed to be getting a lot of crap lately, but this... this would totally be the Creme de la Crap.

"Can I help you?" Justin Bieber asked, smiling innocently.


DUN DUN DUUUNNNNN! Did I spell Bieber right? Oh and it's not that I hate Justin Bieber. I don't. His songs are sort of halfway catchy. It's just... She's so fun to make fun of!

Look out for Chapter 12, the Lair of the Bieb, coming soon.