A/N Um, so hey, people. I hope none of you are too angry at me. Notice the "too." You probably don't want a spiel on my busy life, so I'll save you that unnecessary pain. Please just read this chapter (which is my longest yet), and tell me what you thought!

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It spread like a wildfire, starting out as a warmth, as a mere flame, flickering at the feet of the insufferable students of Goode, eliciting a crackling hiss as it swallowed them whole. It was a toxic burn that had enough power to tear apart the life he'd begun to build there over the years, and, subsequently, the lives of those close to him, too. He wasn't there to hear about it, but Percy knew that when he returned—if he could—the gossip would be brutal.

Metaphorically, high school is no different than the back way of a cheap, by-the-hour motel where strangers shoot up with various drugs—partly because strangers still shoot up with various drugs at school, only they're then called your "peers" at that point, but mostly because the gossip that roams every high school is just as toxic as heroin, and gossip was something Percy unfortunately had too much experience with.

And, sadly, to make matters worse, the person who had walked in on Percy during his Bathroom Breakdown (as it was now being referred to), was none other than Vick Andrews, who had been sent by Dr. Boring to retrieve him and Tyler. As soon as Vick had seen the state of the bathroom and, consequently, the state of Percy, as well, he'd hurried off to his lackeys and reported the news to them. Mike, unfortunately, was also there, and rushed off to then tell his lackeys. The rumors—soon turned gossip—spread like this, from mouth to ear and ear to mouth, until, eventually, Macy and Sarah overheard the news themselves.

The two were walking down the hallway together, headed towards the cafeteria. Sarah was dutifully questioning her best friend on her fight with Jordan, when Macy (who wasn't really paying attention any longer, trying to avoid anything to do with her aforementioned boyfriend) heard someone murmur the name, "Percy Jackson," halting her in her tracks.

She turned on her heel, leaving Sarah standing behind her, her mouth agape, watching as she made her way towards one of the cheerleaders they avoided simply because she couldn't help but spread slanderous lies about everyone who crossed her.

"Macy!" she whisper yelled, hesitantly stepping towards her, her eyes large and pleading, begging Macy to stop whatever she was doing before she did it and inevitably ruined their lives.

Macy barely spared her a glance, too focused on her current task to pay any mind to Sarah, especially considering Sarah had been annoying her for the past couple of minutes. She was so sick of thinking about Jordan and Tyler, and Sarah wanted to talk about nothing more than what she most wanted to avoid.

"What did you say?" she asked the cliché mean girl that didn't actually exist in real life, but certainly did in the movies and in the young adult novels that she couldn't help but love.

The girl looked at her, almost snidely, her lips pursed in a malicious pout. "What? About Jackson? Haven't you heard yet?"

Macy tensed, afraid of what would come out of the girl's mouth. It was likely a lie, but most lies seemed to stem from some truth, however distorted it ended up being, just like a vicious version of the game Telephone she'd played in elementary school with her friends during lunch. It didn't ease her mind, either, however, that everyone seemed to be talking about the same thing. Maybe it was paranoia, but she could've sworn that now everyone was talking about her friend.

"Obviously not, otherwise I wouldn't be talking to you. So what have you made up this time?"

The girl grinned, a manicured hand curled into a fist, resting on her hip. "I didn't make anything up, Princess," she joked, resurrecting a name Macy had long since tried to bury.

Sarah could see the set of Macy's shoulders, and, fearful of a confrontation that she knew Macy would inevitably regret, she bounded over to the group of well-dressed girls, feeling only slightly out of her element. She sized up the environment as well as she could, crossing her arms over her chest.

"What did you say about Percy?"

"Your little boyfriend destroyed the boy's bathroom, duh. I knew you guys were losers, but how have you not heard yet?"

Sarah met Macy's gaze momentarily, worry both in their eyes. Everyone remembered Percy's involvement with the band room explosion only a few years prior, and so they both knew that it wasn't as farfetched a story as they would have liked. Besides, they hadn't seen Percy so far—or Annabeth. They were both afraid that what sounded like slander was actually more like fact.

Sarah pulled Macy away, leaving the odd assortment of athletic girls in frilly blouses to themselves, and dragged her into the cafeteria, her eyes scanning the many tables for any signs of her friends. She didn't see Percy, obviously, because he was probably in the principal's office, and Annabeth wasn't there either. She saw Jordan, finally sitting back at their usual table, but Tyler wasn't there beside him in his typical spot.

"Where is everybody?" she asked Jordan, pushing Macy into her seat before plopping down in her own.

He shrugged. "I don't know. They ran away after English, and—"

Macy shook her head, awaking from her shocked stupor. She turned to her boyfriend, any thoughts of her kiss with Tyler immediately overshadowed by the more pressing matters at hand. "What do you mean they ran away? They couldn't have left campus!"

Jordan frowned. "Well, they're not here. I tried texting Tyler, but he won't answer, and obviously I can't call Percy or Annabeth or anything.

Macy squealed and shoved her hand into her pocket, fumbling for her phone. She pulled it out and clicked on her newest contact, a hopeful gleam in her eyes. If anyone could get ahold of Percy it was her, because she knew Annabeth was with him, and only she had Annabeth's cell phone number.

"Tyler won't pick up," Jordan reminded her lowly, on the slight chance that he would.

She shot him a look. "I'm not calling him, I'm calling Annabeth."

"You have her number?" Sarah questioned, genuinely shocked.

"She's my friend," Macy responded, only half-listening. "Of course I have her number." She shot her two companions a look. "Maybe if you two weren't so busy trying to find fault with her, you guys would, too."

o.O.o

Annabeth hung up her phone, sliding the device back into her pocket with a sigh. Macy had called her, trying to nonchalantly bring up the disaster in the bathroom and see if they were okay and if Tyler was with them. Annabeth generally would have tried patiently to answer her questions and change the course of the conversation to something less dangerous, but she was having a pretty bad day so far. It was hard enough dealing with a post-breakdown Percy, who was too wound up to think clearly, but she couldn't handle curious mortals, too. Her diplomacy skills were lacking, and they'd already had one problem with a mortal discovering their secret. It seemed better to just hang up than to make an irrefutable mistake.

"Are they alright?" Percy asked her. "Do they know where Tyler is?"

Annabeth shook her head. "No, sorry, Perce. Macy just wanted to see if we're okay. She promised to call back though if she heard anything from him."

Percy grinned a wiry smirk, a chuckle escaping him. "If he calls anyone, it'll be her."

While Annabeth was relieved to see that Percy was nearly back to normal—or as close to normal as Percy was capable of being—she was more curious as to why Tyler would contact Macy first. Wasn't Percy—followed by Jordan—his best friend? Why would he go to Macy—

She turned to him then, her eyes wide. "What did they do?"

"What?"

"He's why Macy was so upset, isn't he? What did he do? Did he kiss her?"

Percy just stared at her.

"He did!"

"How do you do that?"

She smirked, pecking him lightly on the cheek. "Don't worry about it, Seaweed Brain. I'm just pretty observant."

"I know," he drawled, making his way down the street after her. "Trust me, I know."

The two carried on in silence, stopping anywhere they thought Tyler might have gone. They checked every alley, peeked in through every café window, and even stopped at the Metropolitan Museum, just in case Tyler had stopped there to get some prospective.

Percy looked around at the gallery, remembering all too well his fight (if you could even call it that) with Alecto that started it all. If not for that day when he was twelve, in that very museum, he never would have discovered his heritage, never would have stopped Kronos or Gaea, and, most importantly, never would have met Annabeth.

"I owe this place everything," he murmured, eyeing the statue of Athena in the European section. He glanced over at his girlfriend who looked entirely too mesmerized by everything to possibly be paying him any attention. He couldn't help the grin that slid across his face.

"Hmm?" she hummed, trying to take everything about the room in. Not only was the art impressive, but the building itself…. Everything about the Met appealed to her, and she wished that they had more time to just enjoy it. She figured she could probably trick Percy into bringing her back, but obviously not so long as Tyler was missing.

Percy grabbed her hand and started gently tugging her towards the exit. "We'll come back, Annabeth," he promised her. "I like it here, too."

"That was easy," she muttered under her breath. "Um, okay, so if he isn't here, where else could he be? Didn't you two do something together over the weekend?"

He nodded. "Yeah, we went to the arcade."

"Then let's go there."

"No, that arcade doesn't open until one. He couldn't be there."

"Did you do anything else?"

Percy furrowed his brow, thinking about what he and Tyler had done that Saturday. "Well, we met up at the diner." He met her eyes. "We already checked there." He ran a hand through his messy hair, letting out a breath. "Then we walked to the arcade. Nothing…." His eyes widened and he stopped walking, pulling Annabeth, who was still latched to his hand, back into his chest.

"Oompf! Percy, what the—"

"Annabeth," he breathed, "we ran into Poseidon Saturday. He stopped us outside of the Empire State Building. Tyler…maybe he went there, maybe he went to talk to the gods."

"Holy Hephaestus," Annabeth whispered, gazing up at the skyline, seeing the rising height of the entrance to Olympus. "Percy, if he went there, if he irritated Zeus, or any of the gods really…."

"I know. We have to hurry."

o.O.o

Looking around, it was easy to see how big of a mess he was in now. Tyler wanted nothing more than to move back the clock and wake up back in his bed that morning, with no recollection of Percy being a demigod, where he didn't travel to the Empire State Building and cause such a fuss that a couple people had to show up and coerce him into the elevator with weapons and fierce gazes, and he wished more than anything that he wasn't currently in the throne room of Olympus, staring up at the giant faces of two gods who looked about ready to kill him. Yeah, he wished he could change that.

He recognized Poseidon right away. Even if he hadn't met him before, he was so identical to his best friend that he would have had to have been blind not to realize that he was Percy's dad. Well, besides his affinity to odd Hawaiian shirts, of course, which he thankfully didn't share with his son. Tyler didn't think he could look Percy in the eyes at school every day without laughing in his face if he dressed like his father did.

But he figured he probably shouldn't mention that to the already angry god.

He assumed the other god was Zeus, based on the huge lightning bolt in his hand, and the way the ends of his grey beard looked as if they'd been singed with electricity. The overwhelming scent of ozone surrounded him the closer he got to him, too, a smell both cleaner and more pungent than anything else he'd ever encountered before.

The people that had pushed him into the elevator had long since disappeared, which was both a blessing and a curse. He wanted as few people as possible to witness his death, but he'd liked having someone the same size as him in the room, too. He didn't feel quite so small that way.

Well, there was that guy in the wheelchair, pushed over to the corner the second he entered the marbled room, but he wasn't much comfort. He was probably just another clueless mortal who was going to be fried for his curiosity, merely another plaything for Zeus.

So far, Greek politics didn't seem all that great. He thought about something he'd learned in school once, about the Roman's inventing a republic. Facing his doom, he wished Percy had been the son of Neptune or something, because his chances of survival had to be higher if everyone voted. Or maybe not. He'd always been voted last for dodge ball, after all. Voting never really worked in his favor, either.

He had to admit, though, however ridiculous and morbid it might be, that it was a nice place to die. One of the girls on the elevator ride up had told him they were going to Olympus (he'd thought she was crazy at first because he remembered reading that Olympus was on a mountain, and the last time he checked, the Empire State Building was, in fact, not a mountain). When he'd first stepped off, though, and came face-to-face with the wondrous view before him, he couldn't help but admit she might not be as crazy as he'd originally thought.

But that didn't mean she wasn't crazy, either.

It was a beautiful place, undeniably. His first view had made his heart nearly leap from his chest in both fear and amazement. He was so busy staring at everything—the pristine marble temples that looked new but must have been thousands of years old, the lush gardens that were overflowing with new blossoms and fresh fruits that made his mouth water just looking at them—that he nearly tumbled off the walkway. One of the guards behind him had barely managed to catch him before he'd been able to fall back to earth and become a bloody spot on the streets of Manhattan below.

It would have been fair, though, for him to die. After everything he'd done….

Tyler had realized his utter stupidity the second he'd walked out of the flooded bathroom. Looking at Percy's face, Tyler had felt like the biggest, stupidest jerk of all time, and he hadn't been feeling all that smart or kind recently, anyways. He was running out of friends left and right, it seemed, just because he couldn't think before he acted.

Looking back, he knew it was completely his fault that he was going to die. Or whatever was going to happen to him. Maybe they'd just turn him into an animal. They seemed to do that a lot in ancient times, didn't they?

He sighed, shifting his weight from his left foot to his right. The large people in the room—if you could even call them people—kept muttering angrily in the same language Percy used whenever he was upset. Tyler now recognized it as Greek, though he still had no idea what they were saying. He suspected it had something to do with him, though.

When he'd first left the school, he'd thought about turning right back around and apologizing to Percy. He'd been the one too pushy to leave things alone, and it wasn't like Percy had ever done anything to make Tyler question him or his motives. He'd never been afraid of Percy before. Then again, he'd never known that Percy was going around killing monsters and the like in the name of Poseidon, either. Any rational person would be at least a little fearful of him knowing that, wouldn't they?

So he'd talked himself out of it. He was still upset that Percy had lied to him, and justifiably so, but mostly he was embarrassed that he'd reacted the way that he had—and that Percy had found him covered in vomit on the bathroom floor. That was a hit to his pride no matter the situation. So he didn't turn around. No, instead, Tyler had thought back to when he'd met Percy's dad.

"Holy crap," he'd muttered under his breath. "I've met a god."

A tiny part of him had been really excited. It had been cool to meet Percy's dad before, when he hadn't known that he was an ancient, primordial god, just because he didn't even think Percy knew him. Tyler liked the drama, even if he wouldn't admit it to anyone. But knowing that he was a god? That had made him giddy. He didn't even care that he'd probably made a fool of himself; it was just that cool.

Tyler had somehow walked back to the diner where he'd met Percy over the weekend for lunch before hitting the arcade, just before he'd met Poseidon (he still couldn't get over that), when he'd thought about just exactly where he'd met him: the Empire State Building.

What was a god doing there?

Tyler doubted that Poseidon had been on a tour or that he'd merely stopped by the observation deck. What's so cool about New York when you've got an entire palace under the sea?

So, with a determined grin plastered on his face, Tyler had taken off towards the famous landmark, not even considering the consequences of his actions, which seemed to be happening more often than not as of late, but he hadn't been able to find it in him to really care. Maybe something good would come of his excursion, he'd hoped. Maybe he'd find a portal to ancient Greece, or something. Maybe other gods and goddesses were there, too. He hadn't really known what to expect.

However, he should have expected something bad, given his track record that week. If it was anything to go on—which it probably was—then he'd likely be the star of an Eastern seaboard search. His face would probably be on the sides of milk cartons across America—if they even still did that. He wasn't really sure.

He thought of his lonely, depressed mother, who had only just graduated from AA. The last thing she needed was a relapse because of him.

He glanced over at the old guy in the wheelchair one last time, thinking he'd find the same fear on the guy's face that he felt on his own, but was surprised to see him talking with Poseidon and Zeus, rapidly going back and forth in the same ancient language.

"Awesome," Tyler grumbled, thinking that the god's actually had adopted the voting system and were now putting it to good use by planning the most painful death for him. So much for the disabled man being weak. He was probably Greek, too. Maybe he was one of those lower gods. Maybe he was another demigod. Either way, Tyler felt a sort of unexplainable betrayal looking at him, as if by being anything other than a mortal was a lie and a crime.

Zeus looked down at him then, lifting his arm slowly. Tyler bowed his head to die, praying to anyone that would listen (even the gods about to murder him) that he could be spared. It was then that the sound of the heavy throne doors smacking against the marble walls echoed around the room, and he spun around to see what had caused such a commotion.

"Don't kill him!" Percy shouted, skidding into the room, Annabeth close on his heels.

"We weren't going to kill your little friend, Perseus," Zeus griped, rolling his sky blue eyes at his nephew.

"Oh," Percy said at the same time that Tyler pumped his fist into the air. He shot his friend a look, warning him that it wasn't the time to celebrate.

"What were you going to do to him, then?" Annabeth asked.

"We were going to try and find out why he'd come here and why he'd turned on Percy," Poseidon answered her, his face tightening in anger.

"Oh," Percy repeated. "Well, um, could we just…you know…take him back home now?"

Zeus narrowed his eyes and pointed his lightning bolt at Tyler, causing Tyler to gulp in fear. "I don't like you. I don't like anything about you. I would lose absolutely no sleep killing you. It would be easy for me, normal, fun even, to burn your body from the inside out, to melt your flesh off your bones. So don't ever come back here. Don't ever reveal our secret to anyone. Because if you do, I will kill you."

Tyler nodded quickly, backing up. Percy and Annabeth stepped in front of him, bowing slightly as they pushed him out behind them. Annabeth quickly shot a thankful grin at Chiron who simply nodded at her in reply.

When the three of them had gotten out of the god's line of sight, they let out a sigh of relief and Annabeth urged them towards the elevator quickly.

"It's so beautiful here," Tyler said finally, breaking the silence as they stepped back into the elevator shaft.

"Thanks," Annabeth muttered, brushing a curl out of her face.

"What? What do you mean by 'Thanks'?"

A proud smirk played at her lips, a blush staining her cheeks crimson. Percy couldn't help but laugh.

"She means that she designed it. Everything. All of that was her creation. Born from here," he said, tapping her temple gently. He made a face, crinkling his nose. "Oh my gods, it's like your baby. It's the Athena to your Zeus, the Annabeth to your Athena. Olympus is your brain baby."

Annabeth swatted his hand away from her head. "Shut up, Percy."

He grinned at her.

Tyler shook his head disbelievingly. "You created that? You designed Olympus?"

"Yeah. Some of it's still under construction, though, because I was gone last year, looking for…." She met Percy's eyes, remembering the crushing pain in the place where her heart belonged the whole time he was missing. "But it's all coming together now."

"Wow."

She waved him off. "Save your awe for the good stuff. Save it for him," she said, pointing at Percy. "I mean, sure, he'd be dead if it wasn't for my help, but he was really the hero. He did all the things worth remembering. You owe your life to him. Multiple times over."

Annabeth hated seeming like Percy's glorified sidekick. She knew he didn't see it that way, but a lot of people did, and she hated it, because she'd done just as much as he had. She'd retrieved the lightning bolt. She's survived the Sea of Monsters. She'd held the skies on her shoulders. She'd led a quest into the Labyrinth. She'd stopped Kronos. She fell into Tartarus. She helped stop Gaea. It was a group effort, whichever quest or war you wanted to talk about. She was always at the forefront, too. But she hated how Tyler had treated Percy. She hated that he'd made her boyfriend feel like a monster, because he was anything but. So she'd give up credit—for the time being—so that Tyler could feel horrible and realize that he'd been wrong. If Percy forgave Tyler and they made up, she knew she'd forgive him, too. But a part of her would always hate him for making Percy doubt himself. She'd never be able to completely forgive him for what he'd done.

Percy, on the other hand, was just glad to have Tyler back and safe. Tyler seemed more embarrassed and grateful than anything, which Percy thought was fair considering he'd probably gotten himself suspended for the guy. Still, he couldn't stay too angry at him; he knew he'd probably feel the same way should the situations be reversed.

"So," Annabeth said, "any questions?"

Tyler just shot her a look, not even sure which question of the hundreds that had come to mind over the past few hours he should pose first.

"I guess we could go back to the Met," Annabeth suggested.

Percy grinned at her, shaking his head, and hurried out of the building and towards the street out front. He motioned to the familiar white van behind him, the one he'd noticed on their way inside earlier. He could just see Argus behind the wheel, eyeing them curiously.

"Camp?" he countered.

A/N (part two) So, who's excited? I hope it's not just me, because they're freaking going to camp oh my goodness you guys all know who else is there ahhh! In case you don't know, Nico is there. Nico. Nico nico nico. So I'm kind of excited to write about them seeing each other again. Crazy things are gonna be going down! Woo!

Okay, this is my confession: I struggled more on this chapter than any other so far, even more so than the one where Tyler found out about Percy. I think it's very difficult to write for the Olympians and what not, because, well, they're gods, so I clearly don't think like they do. I don't think I did them any justice, especially Poseidon. It's really difficult to not write him as a more empathetic person, like so many people do, because I just want him to treat Percy like typical father's treat their son's. Sometime's it's hard to remember that he's atypical though, in that he's a deity and immortal and forbidden to treat Percy like a son. So yeah, there was that. Also, I didn't want to name the antagonistic cheerleader girl. I already made it such a cliche. There's a lot of jerky people in the world, but I've never actually come across "that" girl before. So I didn't name her because she doesn't really exist, not in my world at least, and naming her would bring about her existence. Plus, as far as I know, she's not prevalent at all in my story, and likely will not reappear.

And, just in case the transitions are kind of sloppy, I wrote this chapter at least five times. I'm not exaggerating, and each were so incredibly different that the smartest choice (in my opinion) was to just mesh the parts I liked the best from each version. I hope it's not too confusing for you though.

So, I started writing this chapter in March, right before I saw Divergent, which I'll admit kind of distracted me. I was wondering how you guys would feel about a one shot I wrote for Divergent during that time I should have completely devoted to this. I never really know what to do about posting other things, because I feel like I should update this for you guys first, but I write so many one shots. I don't want to post something and let you guys down because I've been lazy and that it's not PoF. I'd just like your opinion on that. Also, I have a few more PJO one shots if anyone is interested in those.

So, I'm about to share. Just so you know.

My best friend (who is the Cristina to my Meredith) and I are getting a pet cow! I'm so excited because I think cows are super adorable, and plus my family used to raise show cows (is that the proper term?), so it's in my dissimilar DNA. We're naming her Benito, and yes, I know that that's a boy name, and yes, I know that is not a proper cow name. I don't really care. I'm too happy about adopting a calf! And I've recently realized we've been announcing this news like a pregnancy, but I don't really care about that either.

I'm sharing this with you, even if you don't care, which, admittedly, you probably don't. So, obviously, since I'm a stereotypical teenage girl, John Green is like my hero, and I'm totally in love with TFIOS. Which is only partly true, because I loved Paper Towns first and it holds a special place in my heart. But anyways. The movie comes out June sixth I believe, and I was wondering if anyone else was excited to see it. I'm still a little freaked out that Ansel is playing Gus, considering he played Caleb and everything, but I'll hold back on the judgement until I see the movie.

Do you guys have any book suggestions that should be more popular than they are? I've kind of filled my quota of popular books-to-movies lately, so anything obscure would be nice, if you don't mind.

Okay, here we go, to my thank yous and whatnots.

Thanks:

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Guest- Okay, there are a LOT of guest reviewers, but whoever told me that my chapters are "sort of like food," thank you for one of the best compliments I've ever received! I read your review and just kind of sat there in awe that anyone would ever say that about my writing. I so wished that you'd been signed in so I could reply, because it was seriously the best thing ever, and I wanted to personally thank you, followed by about a million exclamation marks. Please sign in next time!

Guest- You're going to a Queen/Adam Lambert concert? Now I'm jealous! That's awesome! Queen's brilliant! I loved those videos! Sometimes I'd watch them and then the feels would just inspire me to write! She's such a great artist, and the songs really do fit perfectly!

man of shadow- oh my goodness, whoever you are, you infamous man of a shadow, you're so sweet! Thank you so much!

RealityFlash- Me too! It was such an amazing movie! I've already seen it about a million times, and the books were really quite stellar! Roth is kind of stellar, too, because she was so young when she got published, and she came up with all of that!

Mosh- Thanks! You're always a morale boost! Please tell me you've gotten the next book?

Guest- You're adorable! I'd hug you, but you're in Italy and I'm in America. Boo. I hope you've gotten some sleep by now! And, I'm sorry that Tyler didn't really yell at Poseidon. I didn't really think he'd survive that. And my best friend (the aforementioned Cristina to my Meredith) is Italian, and she's lived here her whole life, and your writing is better than hers, so don't feel too badly about that! I'm impressed with anyone that is confidant enough to write publicly in their second language!

Guest- I just feel super bad for Nico, but I'm glad you agree. While I won't deny my overwhelming crush on Percy, I know it's hopeless (considering he's fictitious and everything). Nico needs to realize that, too.

l'il blobfish- I don't know who you are, but you are my new best friend! My RL friends aren't nearly as nice to me as you are! Seriously, thanks so much! I'm sorry the updates are so slow, but we just dissected a kidney, and I'm about to start EOC testing, so I won't have much time left. I'm sorry! I'll try harder though!

Guest- Thanks for the smiley faces! They're not as good as words, but they at least tell me how you felt!

Guest- Butterflies ARE happy, aren't they? I can't wait until I finally see some flying about. It won't really be spring until they've made their appearance. Yeah, I guess a farm wedding isn't so strange. I'm just not used to it. It's going to be really pretty, though, and my dress is not flannel taffeta, so all is well. If I'm your dealer, your reviews were your payment! And yes, ice cream is wonderful. I had some today and it was great. Also, this boy I know was getting some too, and he looks JUST LIKE Ryan Gosling. It's really quite eerie.

Guest- I'm sorry it took me so long! Please forgive me!

Okay, so, from the bottom of my heart, I just want you guys to know how much I truly appreciate you! Your reviews really help me, and they make me want to write more! I'm not trying to sound crappy here, but, like I said to Guest, reviews are the equivalent to paying me for my drug story! I hope you understood that. Anyways, I'm not trying to buy your reviews, because I don't want to be "that" kind of writer, I just like hearing from you guys and getting your opinions on everything. It helps me, which, in turn, helps you. Let's all just help each other.

I think that's all for now. Tell me what you thought, what you want, how you feel about oneshots, what books I should read, and what it is that makes you all happy. I'd like to know, seriously!

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