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This chapter is in Percy's POV.

Wow. My girlfriend is such an effing badass, I think smugly to myself. I stick my tongue out at Grover, whose mouth is hanging open in disbelief. Yeah, not my most mature move but hey, come on we can't always act like we have a halo over our heads, can we?

Well, I guess we better whoop Medusa's ass now. Otherwise, we will seem weak and timid in comparison to Clarisse. I mean, wow. I can't believe it. Only she could be sarcastic to Medusa and get away with it. I really respect her... I'm beginning to sound like I'm whipped but you know what? I don't care!

Now it is my time to show her that I am equally badass. That's it, I'm going in!

And with that, I charge in after her, a large smug smile plastered across my face as I kick the door open. Grover and the rest stare at me aghast. I know what they are thinking. They didn't think that I could kick the door open; well I can tell you that if you really want something, you are willing to do anything you can to reach your goal. And I guess right now I am pretty determined.

The garden centre is pretty freaky to be honest. Everywhere I look statues of all shapes and sizes stare blankly at me. How funny it is to think that these statues were once living, breathing human beings.

What? You didn't think that I would crack the 'cryptic' code, did you? Well, my friend I think that this is an opportune time to laugh at your stupidity. Ha ha, I'm right and you're wrong. Hey, I'm not a total airhead. Actually, I like to think that I'm pretty intelligent, if not average intelligence, which is pretty much the same thing if you ask me.

As I sprint in my hurry to find Clarisse, I accidentally crash into one of the bigger statues in the massive courtyard in which I'm currently standing. Greek style pillars or columns if you will, stand at each corner, supporting a gigantic roof previously I was unaware of... I guess that was pretty dim of me, but I swear that I didn't see it until this very moment. The statue stands straight and clearly, this person was heads and shoulders taller than me, because the statue's head almost touches the decorated roof, which is probably about four feet above us. So, I am unable to see the visage of the creature, but it doesn't make me any less curious. How could such a gigantic figure be so easily fooled by the Queen of Snakes herself, Medusa?

And now as I look closer, wanting to have a good look at this bizarre statue, I see a tail resting on the creature's broad shoulders. Ouch, that must hurt. That tail must weigh at least a ton.

Wait, what was that?

A scream.

There it goes again. Yes, there is no other way to say this ladies and gentlemen, that was a high girly scream. But no, it didn't come from the mouth of a girl. I turn around just as Grover rushes into the majestic courtyard. His mouth opens and closes, but not before the scream emanates from his mouth once more. Wow, he is really good at that. I suppose if the worst comes to the worst, we could use Grover as bait. But that would be mean and uncalled for. I don't know why I even thought that, I suppose he freaked me out screaming like a freaking banshee. I mean, Jesus Christ, can a guy not stare at a statue for two minutes without hoping that the nearby glass encased defibrillator will save my life.

Okay, that's a pretty extreme measure but you understand where I am coming from.

"Grover! Grover!"

Grover begins to blubber like a child whose soft toy has fallen in the mud. I mean, he has got it spot on; the pout, the puppy eyes swimming in unshed tears and not to mention, the quivering lip.

I roll my eyes. I can't handle this right now. What would be the kinder option: to slap him or to squirt him with some water? Well, the water will make him squittish and complain that he will smell of goat hair all day. And frankly, he will end bruised by the girls who will only cause him to complain more, he will become moody and depressed because his 'gorgeous' hair is ruined and that he has to change his outfit, so one small, quick slap will really do him no harm in the long run. I might sound pretty chaste about this, but believe me I have dealt with Grover's mood swings time and time again, so I am pretty experienced on how to deal with him when he is being, and please do pardon my French, a pain in the hole. It isn't the classiest way to phrase it, but hey then again I'm not quite sure that there is a classy way to phrase it. And regardless, I don't care, simple as. I'm being honest, I'm often told that I'm too honest, but would you prefer that I lie?

"Grover! What is it? Why are you freaking out?"

No, not this game again. If he doesn't answer me in the next five seconds... Yeah, I will let that threat slide. I mean, he is my best friend and all, but sometimes!

"Clarisse!"

And with that, his brown, expressive eyes roll back in his head and he collapses in a pile on the cold, stone ground in front of me. What? Clarisse? What's wrong with her? I mean, she can hold her own. She isn't the type to let anyone get the better of her and I say this from experience. That time, I captured the flag off her...Yeah, she didn't take it well!

I know that Clarisse is more than capable of defending herself, so why am I so worried? Yeah, because I am her boyfriend. It's my job to worry about her when she is in possible trouble... I can only hope that trouble isn't the one and only Medusa, because let's face it; she's hardly a girl's girl.

Just thinking of her going shopping with the 'girlfriends' is enough to make me giggle so much that I almost lose control of my own bladder. How embarrassing.

I am so sorry that I haven't updated in months, but I was mainly writing in the ATLA fandom (check out my other stories, if you think that I'm lying :P ) and a lot was going on. Can you please forgive me? If you forgive me, leave me a review in that little lonely review box! :P

Anyway, I'm currently on holiday... three months off, well two months up, one month to go. Tell me how long are your summer holidays and what country you live in. :)

Thank you all for being such amazing readers!