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I've seriously gotten used to writing these gigantic chapters. I could of updated yesterday, but I decided to hold it off till today when more people are online. I've decided to update every Friday and Sunday {also possibly Saturday on a less busy week} since more people come online and I have more free time then. I'll update at night around 7-10 throughout the time zones. So yeah. Ps. I took the time to split it up.

I have some new story ideas that I want to just put out there for your personal opinions. I'll ask that all reviewers pick their favorite idea PLEASE, so I can get started ASAP. I'll post this stuff on the bottom AN. SO I FINALLY ADDED SAFS OC. In this chapter he only has a minor part, but in the future his role will increase. I also added Chris Rodriguez so Clarisse won't be lonely :D.

Ima tell you right now that this chapter is really stupid. I mean like hardcore stupidity. I did multiple POVs for the first time, and it won't be the last. Travis was fun to write. Most of these themes are utterly random, so don't expect them to be well written and amazing. Lukes POV is darker... because I was in a dark mood. You see, I wrote Annabeth, Clarisse and Travis in a sarcastic mood. A few days later, I wrote Luke when I was in a bad mood... I was going to end this chapter at Travis but I felt like Luke was needed.

I love my reviewers. You guys make my day EVERYDAY. I read some awesome stories about Percy and Annabeth writing letters to each other today and other Diary themed stories. I attempted to create a similar type, but failed miserably. You guys should attempt something like that, since it hasn't been tried at in awhile. Next chapter I'll give credit to reviewers and answer good questions(:

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Chapter 12: Half-fro

Annabeth P.O.V

We all piled out of the bus into Times Square and crowded together outside.

"I need to know what groups you will be exploring in." Zeus said with a notepad in hand.

"I'm going with Katie and Orchie boss man." Travis said with a grin. To my surprise, Zeus just laughed and jotted down the group.

"Who else?" He asked. I didn't know who I'd be going with so I guess I'll just wait and see what happens.

"Charlie and I are together!" Silena squealed. "Oh and Claire is tagging along."

"Clarisse." Clarisse grunted while her face went red with both embarrassment and anger.

"Thalia and I are going." Nico piped earning a glare from Zeus.

"I'm putting Luke with you guys. My daughter isn't going with her boyfriend alone." Zeus ordered and Thalia blushed. "Anybody else? Otherwise, you can stay with Rachel.

"Kelp head and Bookworm are going together." Thalia shouted. I turned to her and glared. I could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks when I realized that this meant that Percy and I would be together for more than seven hours. Holy crap.

"Alright kids. For the groups of two, you will share these Ares Style motorcycles that we endorse. Also, I have a few surprises for you. If you stop at Yolanda's fashion outlet, the newest clothing store here in NYC, then you will be given new clothing for free." He handed us each a credit card. "This is for any additional expenses, our gift to you here at Talented Teens. Groups of three will separate onto two different motorcycles. Understand?" He asked.

"Yes dude." Travis said, earning a death glare.

"Good luck. Use the glasses because the paparazzi will be on your tail all day. Helmets are over there." Zeus pointed towards a packing box and bid us farewell. We all took a helmet.

"Front or back?" Percy asked. Front would mean I get to drive... but back would mean I get to wrap my arms around his toned...

"Back." I sputtered, inwardly smiling. We put our helmets on and I braced myself. We both hopped on and I carefully wrapped my arms around him. I could feel his muscles through his shirt. Wow, I thought.

"Where too?" He asked, starting the motorcycle.

"You pick." I said, too consumed with him to care.

"Hold on tight." He said, and we took off. The wind whipped my bouncy curls around my face and chilled my arms. I almost shivered, until we hit a bump and I leaned into Percy's body. Much better, I thought. We passed thousands of glowing lights and billboards. The sights were beautiful, but at the particular moment I was too happy to care.

"Were here." He yelled over the wind, whistling in my ears.

"Okay" I yelled back as we turned into a parking lot and slowed to a stop. I took off the helmet and put on the sunglasses. We were at a small shop called Ben's Biscuits and Stuff.

"Wow..." I commented.

"Genius name." Percy said and I stared at him with a confused expression. "Just kidding." He said and I chuckled at his immaturity. We walked in to find it entirely empty. "I used to come here as a kid for breakfast. It's actually really good." Percy said. "BEN!" He yelled.

"What mommy!" A voice replied.

"It's Percy Ben." Percy groaned.

"DUDE!" He screamed. "Yo dude... LONG TIME NO SEE!" The man who must be Ben replied running towards us from a back room.

"Eh Benny." Percy hummed and did some kind of strange handshake with Ben.

"Yo girl!" Ben shouted in my direction and I chuckled.

"Ben she's a bit more proper..." Percy started.

"Hey Benny, sup?" I asked, giving his a strange one armed hug.

"Um...?" Percy started.

"I'm an actress Seaweed Brain." I said, and I could see him mentally slapping himself.

"Oh." He breathed and went back to his previous grin.

"Name?" Ben asked me.

"Annabeth." I replied.

"Sweet name. What can I get you kiddies?" He asked.

"Have you upgraded your menu?" Percy asked in a serious voice. Ben started cracking up.

"You kill me Percy! Nope, we still two choices." Ben said and turned to me. "Little lady, want some biscuits or some stuff?" He asked.

"What would you say is better?" I asked smirking.

"Biscuit." Percy murmured.

"No way man! My stuff is off the chain DOG." Ben shouted. "Two stuffs, on the house." Ben chimed, running off to the back.

"Interesting friend." I said.

"He's not good when he's drunk." Percy murmured under his breath and I laughed.

"I bet." I said, smiling. We both sat in two old chairs in the corner and waited for Ben. I took of my sunglasses and he followed me, considering that this place didn't seem like it had millions of customers. Suddenly, an elderly lady ran through the door.

"BENNY, YOU LEFT YOUR OINTMENT IN MY..." She noticed us in the middle of her rant. "Oh my Percy, you have grown so much since we last saw each other! Who is this?" The elderly lady asked.

"Annabeth Chase." I shook her hand with a smile.

"Oh your that girl! That girl from that magazine!" She shouted.

"That's me." I replied.

"Oh Percy, did you finally drop that creepy red head?" The lady asked.

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT CREEPY? I'm right here you know!"A voice shouted.

"Holy..." Percy shouted.

"Just kidding! It was just me, Ben!" Ben shouted from the back and I sighed in relief.

"Consider my boy as an actor." The elderly lady said. "By the way, I'm Martha, but you can call me Iron Horse." I shot Percy a questioning look. "That was my wrestling name. I was the best wrestler in Tennessee, by golly! I'm also little Benny's momma" She shouted, glowing with a strange pride.

"Your stuff is ready!" Ben shouted, carrying two treys of fresh chocolate dipped strawberries.

"Sweet." Percy said while rubbing his hands together as Ben placed the plate on our table.

"Time to catch up sonny." The elderly lady said, pulling up a chair and sitting at our table with Ben.

"I thought you were busy Percy, how'd you get here?" Ben asked.

"Television show gave us a day off to tour. Annabeth let me choose where to go, and I think I owed you guys a visit." He said with a smile, biting into a strawberry. When I ate one, the taste exploded on my tongue. It tasted like ice cream with fresh fruit... very good.

"Sweet stuff." I said, grabbing for another strawberry.

"Let's catch up now... shall we?" Iron Horse said, and we began to talk.


Travis's P.O.V

It was all going wonderful for the first hour. Somehow, Orchie and I ended up riding on the same motorcycle while Katie got her own. First we stopped at a Starbucks with our sleek new glasses on and had some coffee. We were having an epic spitball fight with our straws, but when we realized that it had been an hour we left. So I got on the bike while little Orchie hopped on the back and we took off for that clothing shop.

There was this really ugly car that was bouncing down the street, with some weird ghetto song blaring through the glass. When we went to pass it, it didn't let us. Eventually I did something stupid, went around him. The dude in the car got really pissed and stuck is middle finger out at me. What he did next was far worse. He put the pedal down and passed us again. But that wasn't it. He spit this freaking huge wad of gum out his window. Me with my fast reflexes, ducked... Orchie wasn't as lucky.

The gum was stuck in his fuzzy hair. He almost had some kind of jacked up white-kid afro that just didn't poof. He was screaming like a little goat, and I just couldn't concentrate. We pulled over and let him have his breakdown.

"TRAVIS GET IT OFF! THAT MAN IS SUCH A FREAK! HE SHOULD BE ARRESTED FOR HARASSING CHILDREN! MY AFRO IS RUINED! THERE GOES MY IMAGE!" He ranted for like ten minutes until we took him into the ghetto of town and found this little barber shop on a street corner. We parked our bikes and took Orchie inside.

"Welcome to the Creation Palace! Where anything is possible." Some creeper came up to us and said.

That's where we all are now, at the" Creation Palace" getting Orchie a haircut. The guy said it would be amazing and beautiful, which totally weirded me out.

"I think that guy is gay." Katie whispered in my ear.

"Agreed." I whispered back and she nodded. We were sitting in a waiting room, waiting for Orchie to be finished.

"ALL DONE! Let your friends see, then I will show you your new hair!" The man shouted excitedly, clapping his hands.

"Definitely gay." I whispered as Orchie stepped out with a cloth covering his hair.

"Wah-lah!" The man mused, uncovering the hair. To my surprise, it was a masterpiece. It was exactly what Orchie wanted. It was an afro, but with half the size and poof. It was a half-fro. I can't believe that the gay hairstylist pulled off a white kids afro. He's got some talent. I knew the hair was exactly what Orchie's image was calling for. I admit, he pulled it off too.

"Can I open my eyes now?" Orchie whimpered. His eyes had been closed the entire time. He turned around and opened his eyes and screamed. "Oh my gosh! It's amazing!" He touched his hair. "You're amazing! I could kiss you!" I swear I saw the guys face light up when he said that. "Never mind... that'd be weird." There goes the happy gay guy.

We paid the gay guy with our card. Unfortunately he wrote his digits on the receipt, which I quickly threw away. Today would be fun, I knew it. Katie grabbed my hand as we strolled down the streets of New York with Orchie looking in every window, admiring his half-fro.


Clarisse's P.O.V

I'm getting tired of watching Silena kiss Beckendorf. She obviously is oblivious to the fact that I'm standing right here behind them. Unlike the others, we went to the clothing place first. I had my own bike, which was sweet. Ares is my dad, so I know how to work these things pretty well. I don't see Ares much, but when I do we have some awesome violent bonding time. He loves me, but he's busy with his life.

So we got the clothing place, no deaths or injuries yet, thank god. We walked into Yolanda's to be greeted by a secretary wearing a tight outfit asking us who we were. She led us off to a large white room that reminded me of my dreams where everything is white. Freaky right? A middle aged women with a short haircut was measuring out a boy's jacket. She smiled when she noticed us.

"First group from Talented Teens I presume?" She asked in a squeaky voice, continuing to work on the kids jacket. I noticed more of the dark looking boys around, wearing black leather jackets and sunglasses.

"Yes ma'am." Silena said, cuddling into Beckendorf.

"This is the band Nightshade. I've been informed that they will be performing as guests in your first episode." Yolanda chirped. One of the boys approached me. He had dark hair and a fit athletic body.

"Hello, my name is Shane Allen Frisco, Saf for short." He shook all our hands and smiled. He wasn't cheery, but in a way still seemed like he had a decent personality. That's right folks, Clarisse now can read people. First impressions are everything.

"I'm Clarisse La Rue. Consider yourself lucky kid; I don't have any urges to beat the crap out of you or any of your friends yet." I said, smirking.

"Well, Clarisse, I assure you that there won't be any of that going on in Yolanda's. If we must, we'll take it outside." Said a deep, but almost sweet voice. "I'm Chris Rodriguez, lead guitarist of Nightshade. Shane is the singer. Mike over there plays a mean keyboard." He pointed to the boy being measured. "And Danny is our drummer." He finished. I was shocked. No boy had ever stood up to me before. I was really starting to like this Chris kid.

"I'm a female boxer and wrestler. Also, I stared in the movie Assassin." I said. "Now you know my life story."

"Pleased to meet you, Clarisse." Chris said, kissing my hand. To my surprise I was strangely turned on.

"Nightshade is a band that doesn't let the audience see their faces, so I'm creating masks for them. Sorry if I'm taking forever, I just want to make sure it all fits." Yolanda chirped.

"It's fine Yolanda. We can wait." Silena said.

"So Clarisse..." Chris started, sitting in a chair next to me. Shane went to go talk to Danny and I looked over at Chris. He took off his sunglasses to reveal astonishingly beautiful brown eyes. I hope I'm not turning all soft. "What's your real story?"

"It's a long story Chris." I said.

"I'm listening."


Luke P.O.V

I wanted to get the clothing thing over with first, but Thalia and Nico had other plans. I rode my own motorcycle while they both rode together. The happy couple decided that they wanted to go somewhere fun. Little did I know that our ideas of fun didn't match… Half-blood is where they took me. The insane club that doesn't serve anything but alcohol. Apparently, the happy couple didn't mind. Before I could wait outside, they dragged me in. The music pumped through the doors, a rhythmic thumping. Hundreds of people were scattered across the floor, dancing, others getting their breakfast drink at the bar.

"Let's dance!" Thalia said, grabbing Nico, pulling him off into a sea of drunkards. I reluctantly gave in and went to the bar.

"What would you like son?" A man asked me, obviously not sober himself.

"Whatever." I muttered. "Nothing that's too much."

"Got it." He said, handing me a cup of what looked like beer. Oh well, I thought, chugging down the liquid. It was kind of disgusting, but invigorating all the same.

"Luke?" A voice asked.

"Y..yeah?" I replied, not to sure of how long I'd still be sane.

"Hey Luke, its Cal." A beautiful blonde came into view. I remembered guest starring on her show before.

"Hey." I said, giving her half a hug. She was very attractive and I felt my sanity slipping as I asked, "Wanna dance?"

"Sure, right after I get something to drink." She replied, ordering a complicated drink, chugging it all down the second it reached her petite hand. I'd consider her a lightweight, but I couldn't worry about it since my world was already spinning out of my control.

I saw the colorful lights, beating a frenzy. Cal was slipping away from reality with me, as we jumped across the colorful floor, looking like idiots dancing on each other. The sanity was gone. It left a pure feeling of ecstasy as I felt her soft skin touch mine. We danced like drunken idiots for who knows how long. I don't remember when we started kissing. It felt great, don't get me wrong, but both our logical sides had faded away. We were just two teens, almost adults, sitting with each other at a club at the bar.

"Luke." Calypso whispered in my ear.

"Cally." I grunted as she settled herself on top of me.

"LUKE, what the hell!" Another voice yelled, breaking the harmony. I stared boggle eyed at whoever had shouted.

"He's drunk Nico." Thalia spat.

"This is what we get for leaving him alone for an hour." Nico replied.

"Time to go Luke." Thalia said, pushing Calypso off my lap. She dragged me out the door into the blinding sun, and I blacked out.

When I woke up, I was in a completely white room. At first, I toyed with the possibility that I was dead, until Thalia walked through the door.

"Luke, were at Yolanda's. Nico is getting fitted and your next, so get cleaned up. You look like crap." Thalia shouted.

"Gee thanks." I replied. "Why do I not have a hangover?" I asked, reluctant that I didn't have a headache.

"My mom was an alcoholic, and when she went to rehab they showed her this drink that helps. It's disgusting, but it works." Thalia said shrugging.

"Explains how my mouth tastes nasty." I murmured, and got up.

"Bathrooms that way." She pointed towards a door to my left. "You were only out for an hour, so we still have four and a half hours until we need to get back. It's like one thirty right now." I couldn't believe that I blacked out for an entire hour. Whatever I drank must of been heavy because I usually don't actually blackout. I turned into the bathroom then I shut the door and locked it.

My reflection stared at me with dark eyes. I saw the personalities split on my face by the deep scar that ran down my cheek. The memory of how I got the scar hit me like a train. The anger, resentment and fear. But mostly, it was the fear, building. I knew the scar is what made me a celebrity. The scar got me my first magazine cover. He still gave me nightmares, the man who gave me the scar that changed my life. Nobody talked about the scar anymore, but I know that its what they think about when they look at me.

I was older than most of the others on the show. Most of them were only seventeen, while I was already twenty. The accident happened when I was sixteen. They brought my mother to the asylum, so I ran. I was stuck in the alley alone. The man approached me with a knife. I didn't try to run, I tried to fight back. Even though I finally beat the killer down, I'm still left with the scar. The scar that made my life what it is today that ripples down my eye to chin.

Suddenly, I felt the room shake. The glass cracked and a few pieces fell, leaving the shattered remains of my reflection. I heard screams as another shake brought me to the ground. I didn't know that there were earthquakes in New York. When shaking stopped I got back up and took one last look in the cracked mirror at what would forever be my shattered reflection before going to check on the others.

Sorry about the crappy depressed ending. I usually am known for my excited endings, but I lack inspiration. The next chapter starts with some teenage hilarity, that I personally enjoyed. Hint: Annabeth trying on revealing clothing while Percy avoids being a perv.

So about those ideas. I kinda want to do a Tratie fanfic or another Percabeth... as usual.

Idea 1: Katie's life was boring. When the time came for her birthday and she had to make a wish and blowout the candles- she knew exactly what she wanted. Excitement. Little did she know that her wish would come true in a strange form. The form of Travis Stoll. Expand upon as you please since it would be the story of her experiences without throughout her life. Story would start in Elementary school, and later they would find out that they are demi-gods together :I

Idea 2: Percy is being blackmailed. The person who is blackmailing him orders him to do strange things that hurt his friends through a series of disturbing messages. At what cost? The person has put Annabeth's life on the line and Percy will do anything... and I mean anything to save it. A mystery to find the culprit. I want to make it a bit like Pretty Little Liars... dark and scary but also still fun.

Idea 3: Annabeth's school girl crush has turned into a lot more over the last few years. Her liking him was now something she was absolutely sure about, like the fact that 1+1=2. She wanted to confess, but she was scared. She didn't think that he would ever return the feelings. So she told someone who she knew she could trust. Her Diary. The story written in diary entires and reality, of how Annabeth Chase fell head over heels for Percy Jackson. Unlike most sappy love stories, it has it's ups and it's downs. When she messes up their blooming relationship big time later on, she doesn't know if he'll ever forgive her. Themed off of personal experiences and whatnot.

Idea 4: Annabeth Chase is an Olympic track runner. Percy Jackson is an Olympic swimmer. Despite all the training and no dating rules, some how they become friends on the adventure of Olympic proportions. A story that defines a whole new definition in "Forbidden Love." I really want to write an Olympic Games story, since I'm an athlete and love writing about athletic experiences and stuff. In other words, it'd be awesome.

So those are my ideas. Pick one in your review and if you want, expand in detail. If you hate them all, don't comment on this part. REVIEW PLEASE, AND SORRY FOR THE EXTRA LONG AN, but I gave you a big fat chapter so I mean... you shoud of read it. LOVE YOU GUYS!

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