Hey guys, I am back again with another chapter. I hope y'all are enjoying and please let me know what you think. Don't worry, there will be some seriously manly fluff soon. Btw, sorry for not being very specific or descriptive, I am gonna work on that, it's just that I am usually writing these chapters late at night, around 12 am, cause that's the only time I can. Well, hope you enjoy the chapter, adios.

It has been three days since Adam died. It has also been three days since I talked to anyone. I walked around with my Beats on, blarin' Eminem or Linkin' Park everywhere I went. Percy tried to talk to me every now and then, but I just ignored him. Laura was trying to talk to me every fifteen minutes, though I ignored her too. I know that it hurt her, me ignoring her, but everyone grieves differently. This was my way of grieving.

I didn't eat, I was just too guilty. Every day I would clamber up Half-Blood Hill with a six pack of coke and just look at the spot where he died, the lush, green forest ever silent, as if grieving with me. We had burned his shroud the day after the battle, but I was watching apart from the crowd. I didn't want people to see me as I was. I was truly a wreck. I hadn't done anything but train. I didn't even sing along to my favorite songs when I was listening to music (which was all the time).

But you know what the strangest part is? I never once shed a tear. Even when I tried, I couldn't bring myself to cry. Perhaps it was the fact that it was my fault, and I didn't think that I had the right to cry, or if I had run out of tears over the years. And, after a while, I wasn't even sad anymore... I was angry. I was angry at the Fates for taking nearly everyone away from me. Every time I got close to someone, something bad would happen to them.

Perhaps it was all the Eminem I was listening to that was making me angry, but I just wanted it all to stop. I wanted all of the pain to just stop. I wanted to just be able to live a normal life. One that didn't involve so much pain.

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well, it had been a week since the battle, and I was finally beginning to speak again. Laura was the first person I spoke to, of course. I had found her on the beach, sitting on the rock I had first found her and Adam making out on, her beautiful brown hair flowing in the light, sea breeze, her petite form shaking slightly, her perfect, slightly upturned nose stuffed up, her amazing brown eyes, showing nothing but pain and sadness, rimmed with red from the crying she had been doing. I walked up to her and gave her a big hug.

After I pulled back, she slapped me so hard, my father probably felt it. I just looked at her before pulling her in for another hug, quietly whispering apologies into her ear. I felt the shoulder of my gray tight fit hoodie getting soaked from her tears. I was happy to finally have her in my arms again.

(LAURA'S POV)

The day after the... um... battle, David wouldn't talk to me. Well, he wouldn't talk to anyone. He walked around everywhere listening to music, not paying anyone any attention. He just trained and trained and trained. I was kind of angry at him, because he was ignoring me when I needed him most.

I watched him train one day. His short blond hair, spiked straight up, just like always. His lithe, but muscular, toned arms hacking away at dummies with his knives in his big, calloused hands. I love how he always gets this look of extreme conce- LAURA! What the hell! My boyfriend of two years just died! How can I possibly be thinking about his perfect face, his beautiful lip- UGGHHH! Why must he be so sexy!? I thought to myself. I was having serious problem with ogling his body. I mean, any girl would. He had a perfect six pack, tanned muscles all around, not to mention MUSCLE! He could probably lift like, a thousand pounds!

UUGGHHH! I was turning an Aphrodite girl. I needed to continue to grieve, not ogle over my late boyfriends former best friend.

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The week went by about the same. He would train and listen to music. He didn't eat, he barely slept, he didn't talk to anyone. It was quite frustrating, not gonna lie. Then, one day, I was sitting upon a rock on the beach. It was a nice place, Adam and I had hung out there quite a few times. I was crying and sobbing, waiting for the pain to end. Then I felt strong arms wrap around me, arms that I had missed far too much.

That encircled me, providing a warmth that I had missed, as well. I immediately knew who it was. It was David, finally opening back up... slightly. Of course, I couldn't let his ignorance go unpunished. I pulled away from his embrace briefly, and slapped him hard across the face. He had a less than shocked look on his face, but he pulled me back into the hug before his expression could change. His constant apologies echoing in my ear.

I was glad that I finally had my David ba- wait. He isn't MY David! Why am I thinking these things? I felt a blush rise to my cheeks, turning it a deep shade of crimson. We just stayed like that for a while, not moving, not speaking, just enjoying each others warmth, the joy of finally being back in David's tan, muscular arms. Only one thought filled my mind. What can possibly go wrong?

Hey guys, I hope you all enjoyed, it's Christmas time and I have research papers to turn in! That really sucks, but I think I'm gonna do alright. Now, you might have understood Laura's last thought as foreshadowing, and you'd be right. I have big plans for the next couple of chapters, and I really hope you all enjoy them. Well, please don't forget to review and follow. Adios!

Your loyal author,

-TheSonOfApollo