~ Hey Angels ~

I've just noticed that I kinda made Percy a little overly sentimental in the last chapter. I swear he's not usually like that - he's the tough, bad boy type. That was just a relapse. But I don't want him to be totally uptight. I want Annabeth to bring out a softer side to him. Idk, what do you guys think?

Also, I would love to make you all happy and have them kiss straight away but if they do that their whole story is basically finished and the future will just be cheesy, mushy gf/bf stuff and I DON'T WANT THAT!

They have only known each other 3 weeks. I understand if some of you can't wait for it, I myself am a very impatient person. If you don't like a gradual relationship perhaps this story isn't for you but I'll be really sad if you go and I'll miss you. I really do hope most of you will stay but this is how I want this story to play out.

Obviously, they are gonna kiss and they are gonna end up together. Just have a little faith peeps, AWG's got you. ;)

Anyway, here's another chapter. It's kinda shorter than my other ones but Rafael makes a reappearance which I hope you'll all be happy about.

Chapter 25

Falling and Falling Hard

Percy POV

Friday 18th September

Anger is your biggest enemy, Percy. Control it.

That's what my mom would say. That's what she always says. But in some cases…you just don't wanna listen to your mom.

A loud chorus of chatter swept across the cafeteria—gossip hanging in the air like a disease. Incurable. Everyone fixed on the latest hook up or argument. Everyone except me that is.

It was lunch and I was sitting with Piper and Silena at our usual table. The others hadn't arrived yet and I was desperately trying to avoid a drill from the both of them. They had their witchy ways, those two. They liked to pry into your private life. Piper could coax anything out of anyone and Silena could dazzle you into telling her all your dirty secrets.

You had to have a strong sense of character if you were going to face those two head-on.

They were talking but my mind was elsewhere. I was looking at her but not just her…I was also looking at the person she sat next to, Luke; my sworn enemy. He was running his hands all over my Wise Girl. It made me sick. Okay, he wasn't running his hands all over her but he kept touching her shoulder when he spoke and it was enough to make my blood boil.

You kinda know you need anger management when someone talks to your crush and all you can think about is walking over and slamming their head down on the table. He was manipulating her just like he did to Thalia. The worst thing was that I couldn't do anything about it because she'd shut me out. We'd both shut each other out.

But Annabeth was just some lucid fantasy of mine. She was never someone I could truly have—someone wild and free from all strings. To me she was untouchable.

There must have been a moment where I realised she was falling short of my dreams…

"Leo's still upset about the whole Calypso thing." I suddenly heard Piper telling Silena.

"Have they spoken at all?"

"Not since Tuesday." She shrugged. "He's hiding it but I think he really got his hopes up with her."

"Poor Leo." Silena sighed and I saw the hurt on Piper's face. She really cared about him.

My focus shifted back to Annabeth. She seemed distant like she was a million miles away. She doesn't want to talk to you, you idiot, so get lost! I wanted to know what she was thinking. I had hurt her but did she even care? Maybe she was glad we weren't friends anymore. She had been the one to suggest that our friendship was over in the first place and I, being the fucking idiot I am, went along with it.

Like seriously, the fuck is wrong with me? Annabeth is the best thing that's happened to me since...well...Annabeth and I managed to blow it because of some stupid blonde dude.

Man, I fucked up. I fucked up bad.

Urgh, he made me so mad. I wanted to scream.. Why did having feelings for one stupid girl have to bring all these other annoying emotions to the table? It was infuriating.

My anger floated away a little when I looked at her again. There was an aura around her that no one else had—a certain purity and innocence that made her breathtakingly beautiful. She wore a white off-the-shoulder top, denim skirt and her usual white converses that made her look adorable. I wanted to go over there and kiss her but I knew I couldn't.

She smiled at Luke but I knew she was just being polite. I knew Annabeth and I knew what her real smile looked like and it wasn't that. Her real smile was warm and perfect, the kind that would give me a fuzzy feeling in my stomach.

She looked away, across the cafeteria and out the window with a wistful look on her face, the light catching on her skin. Being away from her only made my stupid feelings grow even stronger for some annoying reason and I felt like the longer I stayed away, the more and more beautiful and irresistible she got.

"Percy, you should eat something." Silena murmured beside me, aware of how much this situation was getting to me.

"Uhuh." I replied mindlessly.

"Percy this is stupid, just go and apologise." Piper sighed.

"I wouldn't get within a metre of her without Castellan interfering." I sulked.

"So?" She frowned. "He's never stopped you before, why now?"

"Because if I tried, she'd just hate me even more." I sighed. "You should've seen the way she looked at me yesterday."

"I'm sure she's just as upset as you are." Piper frowned sympathetically.

"Yeah, and it's not like you two haven't argued before." Silena shrugged.

"This is different..." I mumbled. "I yelled at her...in front of everyone."

"Percy, stop over thinking it—"

"I shouted at her to leave me alone. I practically asked her if she had anything better to do than annoy me..." I frowned, looking at my balled fists on the table in front of me. "Why would I say that?"

"Annabeth will forgive you in a heartbeat if you just talked to her. Trust me, I know her." Silena smiled softly.

"Really?" I raised an eyebrow. "Cause she seems pretty happy with Castellan over there." I nodded towards them, smiling at one another.

"Percy...do you really think Annabeth wants to be sitting over there with Luke instead of over here with you? She's just too polite to tell him to leave her alone and she's too shy to tell you to stop ignoring her." Piper sighed.

I sighed. "I knew I shouldn't have let myself get involved with her again." I grumbled to myself.

"Again?" Piper frowned. My heart skipped a beat. Did I just say that out loud? Great...well now I'm fucked.

"Just tell her Percy." Silena murmured softly but cautiously as if she didn't want to agitate me.

I sighed, leaning forward over the table now to look at Piper, across from me. "I didn't just become friends with Annabeth at school because we just randomly connected, I...she means more to me than that."

I groaned, raking my hands through my hair. This was not easy, especially with the two of them staring at me like that.

"What do you mean?" Piper asked softly.

I took a deep breath. "I've known Annabeth since I was like ten." Piper frowned, opened her mouth to say something again and then closed it again with an even more confused frown.

"We met at the beach. She was seven, I was nine and I saved her life and then we just sorta clicked." I shrugged. "We were friends for a while and then we were best friends and then we were..."

I stopped myself, thinking back to our first kiss on the Ferris wheel. I had been so bloody cold on that stupid thing but being up there with Annabeth just seemed to make it all worthwhile.

"More than that?" She asked softly and I managed a nod with a half-hearted shrug. "How come neither of you two said anything?" She frowned.

"She doesn't remember." I gulped.

"Anything?" Piper gasped.

"Nothing." Silena shook her head with a sigh.

"And I want to keep it that way." I blurted.

"Why?" Piper frowned.

"Well at first it was because I didn't want to be friends with her again because she packed up and left me without an explanation when we were younger but then we became friends and I could never pluck up the courage to tell her and now with the argument...it would just be weird. She'd probably just freak out. I mean, I've been lying to her for like two weeks."

"Technically, you've just been withholding the truth." Silena cut in.

"Same thing." I said.

"So that's it?" Piper frowned. "You're just gonna let her go..."

"Think about what you're doing, Percy." Silena murmured.

"I'm not talking to her." I frowned harshly. "End of story."

"But—" Piper started.

"Jeez, don't you two have anything better to do with your lives than involving yourself in my love life?" I practically yelled, gaining the attention of a couple of nearby tables. I gulped. I did not just say love life.

"You love her?" Piper asked softly, cocking her head to the side curiously.

I mentally screamed. "No...no, I didn't mean it like that I—" I desperately tried to think of an excuse but I had nothing. "Ah shit." I face planted on the table and groaned heavily.

"Percy—" Silena started but I shot up the second she rested her hand soothingly on my shoulder.

"I need to go shoot some hoops or something." I stood up.

"Percy, wait—" Piper tried but I was already pulling the blue hood of my hoodie up over my head and walking out of the cafeteria as quickly as possible. I didn't look at Annabeth again. I suppose it's for the best.

~xXx~

I flew around the court, bouncing the basketball angrily and slamming it down into the hoop. It wouldn't come as a surprise if I broke it by the end of the day. I was in my black Nike shorts, blue hoodie and black Old Skool Vans, nothing special. I'd just thrown them on this morning without a second thought. I'd never really cared much for appearances really.

The longer I played, the angrier I became until it got to the point where I was so angry that I couldn't shoot straight anymore. I ripped off my hoodie and shirt in frustration. My chest was a little sweaty and I left it bare to cool off.

I just kept picturing Luke with her and it made my skin crawl. With my fourth miss, I let out a frustrated breath of air, raking my hands through my hair and sinking down onto the floor. The sports hall was empty and I could hear the echo of the ball bouncing in the background but what was louder was the drumming sound of my heartbeat in my ears. I felt my blood rushing to my head and couldn't think of anything else to do other than to just bury my head in my hands and try not to scream.

I was never supposed to fall this hard for her. But I had. I fucking had.

~xXx~

Annabeth POV

I'd been in a bit of a walking daze today. Even the colours of the autumn day were drab to me now and the noisy corridors nothing but a distant, murmuring sound. I'd tuned everything out.

It was as if, today, I felt nothing at all.

The food from the cafeteria had tasted bland and unflavoured, the morning music I always enjoyed listening to almost seemed tuneless now and even when Luke sat down next to me, I'd heard him talking but I hadn't been able to listen. His voice had just been this constant blurring sound in the back of my mind like I was underwater—slowly drowning.

I'm smiling now as I escape out the front doors and down the steps. It's a fake smile but it's all I have. I hear a loud chorus of girlish giggles and look up from my folder which I'm hugging tightly to my chest. There's a group of cheerleaders, at the bottom of the stone steps, admiring a tall, dark stranger leaning against a red Ferrari. It's, by far, the fanciest car in the lot and was soaking up the sun in all its shining glory.

The girls are whispering amongst themselves and staring at him, wondering whether they should go over and ask for his number. I admit, there was a certain attractiveness to him, with his extremely dark hair, dark clothes and Raybans covering his eyes. He glanced up at the group of girls and smirked. It was an alluring expression.

There was no denying that this guy was hot but there was a danger surrounding him like a hidden aura only I could see. He was pulling off his leather jacket now and tossing it into his convertible. Tanned muscular arms came into view, one of them completely covered in ink.

My heart plummeted.

I knew exactly who that was.

It wasn't a picture or an image covering his upper arm, it was more like a black tribal tattoo, symbolising a warrior. It was rare for me to admire tattoos but I admired this one. That was the only thing I admired about him.

I hadn't realised I'd stopped halfway down the steps until he looked up and our eyes met. He flashed me a handsome grin and pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head. His face is healed now and I can see all the appealing features beginning to imprint on my brain.

For a minute, I don't know what to do. Then I begin to slowly descend the steps once again, my heart beating at an unnervingly unfamiliar pace. It wasn't right for him to show up at school like this. What did he want?

"Rafael?" I gasped, barely able to conceal my astonishment. I'd almost forgotten all about him. Almost.

I was standing on the last step and he'd walked over to meet me with an irritating confidence to his graceful stance. The step kept me a level higher than him and I liked that.

"Hello Annabeth, you're looking particularly radiant today." He said in a formal tone which matched his formal-ish attire. Anyone looking on would have thought this guy was way out of my league.

I wish they all knew he was a murdering psychopath.

The compliment barely caused me to batter an eyelid. "What are you doing here?" I hissed, glancing around to see if anyone was watching.

The cheerleaders had left by now, probably thinking that any guy who was willing to hang around me was not worth it. Students were walking down the steps over to their bikes and cars for the end of school but no one really noticed us.

"Is that any way to greet an old friend?" He asked, faking a hurt expression.

"We're not friends." I said bluntly, hugging my folder more tightly into my chest as if it would protect me.

He chuckled at my menial attempts to look tough. "Take a drive with me." He said, jutting his chin back to his car. "We have much to discuss."

I wondered if his high-class wording was all just a trick to manipulate me into some false hope that he wouldn't harm me. Then again, that Spanish-Portuguese accent sounded genuine and his educated manner fit perfectly with the shiny red Ferrari parked neatly in the front space.

"I'm not going anywhere with you." I retorted, refusing to budge from my spot.

"I'm not here to harm you, you have my word." He said sincerely.

"Your word means nothing to me." I frowned. "You tried to kill me."

"On the contrary, killing you was never my intention."

"Then what do you want with me?"

"Let's just say…I'm intrigued by you." He half smiled, his dark eyes darting across my face. "I'd like to know what goes on inside that little head of yours."

My heart skipped a beat. I couldn't deny that a part of me was curious to know him—the irrational, illogical side of me. There was something fascinating and captivating about him. Maybe what people say is real about opposites attracting. I've never done anything bad in my life, I've never broken any rules or disobeyed anyone. Rafael, however, is as far as bad boys go.

"Let me drive you home." He added when I didn't respond. "No tricks. No games. Just me and you."

I pondered over that for a while. When my answer finally came, I was beyond shocked with myself.

"Fine." I said. "But you drive me straight home."

"I wouldn't have it any other way." He smiled, holding out his hand to help me down but with a huff, I pushed past him. Accepting the challenge, he quickly darted in front of me and opened the car door with a triumphant smile.

I rolled my eyes and climbed in, sitting stiffly in the car seat and still refusing to let go of my folder. Rafael crossed over to the other side and climbed in next to me, pulling his sunglasses on. I kept my head down so no one would see me leaving with a guy clearly not from around here.

The engine roared to life like a thousand race cars sounding at once. He revved her up and swiftly pulled out of the car park, we sped away with a loud screech of the tyres that drew a little too much attention.

We drove down the main road in silence for a while. I glanced at my backpack by my feet, my phone was in there and I was ready to whip it out and dial 911 if anything happened.

We'd only just turned off onto another road when he spoke. "So what classes did you have today?"

I glanced at him for a moment, slightly cautious about his casual manner towards me. "Maths, Greek, Chemistry and Art." I said warily.

"Interesting." He said. "I was never a maths person myself."

"You went to school?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Of course, I went to school." He half smiled. "Although my school was in a dodgy part of town back home."

"Home?" I murmured.

"Portugal." He answered, glancing at me with a soft smile. "That's where I was born."

"And Poseidon gave you up for adoption." I added.

"I'm flattered you've been learning about me." He smirked, increasing our speed. Heads turned as we drove past, it was that kind of car.

"Percy only told me bits and pieces." I muttered a little huffy and he chuckled. It was a nice sound.

"Well, he told you correctly. Poseidon did give me up for adoption, he was too busy with his business and my mother was an alcoholic. Maybe that's where I get my money-making skills from." He smirked but there was a darkness in his eyes and clear resentment for his father.

"Of course, he wouldn't approve the way I do things but it's all you have when you grow up on the wrong side of the tracks like I did." He shrugged. "I was between foster homes until I was twelve, that's when I ran away and found my mom. I stayed with her for a while but she could barely support me, let alone herself." He paused a moment. "So, I turned to a life of drugs and crime to provide for her. It's all I know." He said glancing at me with unreadable eyes and something in my heart pinged.

"What happened to her?" I whispered.

His grip tightened on the steering wheel, whitening his knuckles. For a moment, I didn't think he'd answer but, eventually, he did.

"She was murdered." He said starkly. My head shot up to look at him. His expression was stiff and withholding of emotion. "I was seventeen." He added.

He made no attempt to express affection for her but I could tell it had been there. I could tell that his mother had been the biggest love of his life. Maybe her death was what made him go off the rails so much.

"It was my fault…" He muttered. "The gangs I was involved with were dangerous. I was hardly ever home. I wasn't there to protect her when they came."

For a while, he said nothing further and that left me to process all that had been said. It was hard to believe that deep down, very deep down, maybe Rafael did have a heart. Maybe the way he is—the things he's done...isn't entirely his fault.

"They shot her in the face and left her bleeding on the kitchen floor." He added as an icy chill ran through the air. I shuddered, my lips parting in shock. "When I saw her…I lost it—burnt the entire place down to the ground."

"Oh Rafael…" I murmured, my grip loosening on my folder for the first time. "I'm so sorry."

"When you make enemies, you endanger your loved ones. I should've known better."

"But still, you put Percy through it…" I whispered.

He half smiled, as if he was reminiscing. "He's my brother. Brother's stick together."

"But…you don't seem very close."

"Time will do that." He said. "But we used to be."

I scanned his face for a moment as he watched the road, trying to determine what he meant by that.

"What you have to understand, Annabeth, is that…brother's fight. They can hate and hurt each other as much as the like—but in the end, we always find our way back to each other. It's what brothers do."

"We share the same blood – the same mind."

It was silent for a while.

"That is why I must keep my distance from you, meu amor." He voiced in an alluring Spanish tone. "Though I may not love you, a part of me would resent the world if you came to harm."

A shuddering of breath caught against my lips as I felt my heart hammering in my chest unstably.

"I don't understand." I whispered.

"There is much you do not understand." He replied.

~oOo~

Song Tribute: [Brother – Kodaline] - (just listen to it, it's such a beautiful song - shoutout to WritingAurora)

Shots were fired.

The second brother tore his firearm from his belt, alert and ready. He knew he shouldn't have trusted doing business with the English.

His thoughts went to the wooden crates of stacked machine guns and weaponry sitting in the middle of the warehouse—the exchange he'd come here for. But his first thoughts went to his brother; waiting by the car. He'd promised this would be quick.

He never should have brought him.

In one swift motion, he darted to the side, avoiding the open fire and crouching behind one of the tall crates. Shards of shattered wood and bullets flew through the air, raining down on the dead bodies beginning to pile up. One by one, his men and their men began to drop like flies.

Anger surged through him, not because of the casualties but because he hated disloyal people. He'd never even suspected this meeting would be a trap. All hell broke loose.

He quickly stepped out from the behind the crate, aiming and firing at three men consecutively. The bullets jolted from his gun, biting though the frosty air and sinking into their flesh with a grotesque squelch of muscle and tissue. Again, he ducked behind the crate and moved towards the exit, dodging and darting between the flying bullets.

Cries of men in black filled the air but there was only one person he was worried about. One person he had to find.

As he crossed the warehouse, an enemy jumped out from behind one of the crates holding up a machine gun. He swiftly knocked the aim of the gun to the side with his hand and the fire hit the floor with a loud bang. Then, using the butt of his gun he hit the guy hard in the face, he fell to the ground and was shot between the eyes before he could even blink.

Heart as steady as a beating drum, he picked up the machine gun and continued on. Passing a crate of grenades, he took the pins out of two, walking forward as if in slow motion and tossing them either side of him before shooting his way through a line of men. The booming explosions of red fire and flame merely blew the dark hairs on his head as he went.

This was the world he'd grown up in. Holding a gun was as easy as holding a pen to him and shooting someone was as easy as writing his own name.

Heavy rainfall hurtled from the thick blackened clouds above as he stepped out into the night. Heavy droplets poured down onto the city with a roar. The sound of emptiness was shattered by the loud boom of thunderous gun shots and the water splashing onto the stone floor, drowning it in a sea of liquid.

With his black hair plastered to his forehead and his leather jacket holding off the rain, he began to run. The waves were crashing violently up against the docks to his side—black water churning and spitting up salty foam. His rapid footsteps brought him into a graveyard of metal shipping crates, beyond that was the car. Beyond that was his brother, not yet sixteen.

He was just about to move when he saw a young boy running towards him through the crates. "Rafael!" The second brother called.

For the first time all night, the first brother's heart skipped a beat. After that, everything happened so quickly that a single rain droplet couldn't have fallen from the clouds and hit the ocean surface before. His brother, far away, was running towards him, unaware of the man in black creeping up from the side, gun in hand. The first brother watched him raising it to the second and a surging wave of panic shot through his whole body.

"PERCY!" He screamed, sprinting now with everything ounce of power he had in his bones, leaping in front of him and taking the bullet.

It sunk into his shoulder, lodging into the bone there painfully. The first brother grimaced, letting out a staggering breath as the second brother caught his fall. With his good arm, he lifted his gun and killed the shooter with a storm of bullets. Then he collapsed to the floor, knees burying into the wet mud and the gun dropped by his side as he clutched his shoulder in pain.

"Nooo!" The boy cried, crouching down to help his brother and pushing his jacket aside to check the damage. "I've got you. I've got you, brother." The rain was even heavier now, washing the blood in a sea of red that drowned the front of his shirt. It dripped to the ground and lay in pools around them like an abattoir.

"No, Rafael! Get up. You have to get up!" The boy begged. He was a child in this world. He wasn't ready for this life yet and the first brother felt sick that he'd brought him here too soon.

"I'm sorry—" The first brother stammered, the corners of his mouth tinged crimson.

"No, you can't—get up—Rafael, get up. You can't leave me." He cried.

"Brother." The first said, smiling now and reaching with a blood-stained hand to grip the back of his brother's neck firmly. "I would never. It's you and me to the very end. Brothers by mind—"

"Brothers by blood." The second brother finished their saying, fear in his eyes but a determination on his face to do him proud. Then he helped him to his feet and together, they staggered through the mud and pouring rain.

The two of them, facing the whole world, side by side.

Brothers to the end.

~oOo~

"You mustn't go to the cops about this Annabeth, I'm warning you. If you tell them about me, about Percy, about my business…people will come for you and I won't be able to stop them. I have more enemies than I can count and if even one of them knew you existed…" He hesitated. "Well, one can only imagine what they'd do to you."

The blood in my veins turned icy cold and sluggishly slow—draining through my arms like thick, heavy gloop. My limbs began to ache and my skin prickle as I felt the fear take hold of me.

"You're scaring me." I whispered.

"I don't want to scare you, I just want to keep you safe." He said comfortingly. "I will protect you Annabeth."

"Why?"

He smirked. "You're too valuable to lose."

"Rafael—"

"You can call me Rafaello." He cut in. "After all that was the name my mother gave me."

"Rafaello…" I murmured as if to test in on my tongue.

"It sounds better when you say it." He smiled which sent the blood rushing to my cheeks, tinging them pink to my mixed embarrassment and horror.

"I don't understand you, Rafaello." I frowned.

"No one does." He smirked. "No one ever will."

With that, we drove on without another word and I sat in a sort of daze, going over everything in my head and determining what it could all mean. But I had nothing. Nothing about this situation was decipherable, let alone normal.

~xXx~

Later, we pulled up outside my house and it was slightly unnerving to realise that he knew my address. We were plunged into deathly silence when he cut the engine and things stayed like that for a while, neither of us moving or speaking.

"You won't tell the cops, will you Annabeth?" He asked cautiously. "I'd hate to find you on a kitchen floor too."

With a shiver, I shook my head. There wasn't really any other answer. I hadn't even been considering going to the police in the first place anyway.

At that moment, he softly took up my hand and pressed his lips to it. The kiss was light and soft and it sent a thrill of shivers through my body. "Thank you, meu amor." I glanced up with dazzling dark eyes, still holding my hand.

I was motionless as I stared at him with slightly parted lips. Too many shocking things had occurred on this car ride home and that one pretty much topped it off. I was both lost for words and an explanation.

Then he let go of my hand. "Keep yourself safe and don't do anything stupid or reckless." He ordered. "Will you do that for me?" His voice softened as he reached up to gently brush my hair aside. My stomach flourished.

"Uhuh." I breathed, nodding like one of those nodding dog toys.

He glanced at my front door and I realised this was the part where I was supposed to get out of the car. With a gulp, I grabbed my bag, opened the door and climbed out. The road was empty as I stepped up onto the pavement and slung my backpack over my shoulder. I swiftly walked up to the porch before glancing back.

He was watching me go with a wariness in his eyes but a soft smile on his lips. I stared at him with a curious wistfulness. Rafael was one person I couldn't read and while it was very unsettling, it was also a little bit tempting.

Then he pulled his sunglasses over his eyes again, revved the engine and sped away.

Just like that. He was gone. As if he was never here in the first place.

~xXx~

So what did you think?

I really enjoyed writing that flashback about Rafael and Percy - gives you an insight to the brotherly relationship they had.

If you watch the music video to 'Brother' by Kodaline, that's the relationship I imagine they'd have had if Poseidon never gave Rafael up for adoption. That relationship was stolen from them, it's sad really. But they were trying to make up for time when they finally met. They didn't really go about it the right way though, Rafael should have known better than to put his brother through that.

What do you think about him and Annabeth? Think he's playing her or is he being genuine?

Let me know in the reviews!

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Review Responses

I really wish I could respond to all of them but there were just so many lovely comments, I couldn't believe it. I love you guys and I really hope you're all still here for the last words of the very last book.

bonkersgreeneyes chapter 24 . Sep 28

Haha sorry. I promise Luke won't be around 4eva!

Omg I would love for my story to become a tv series then I could watch it. That would be awesome!

Aw, don't worry. I know EXACTLY how you feel.

Thank you so so sooooo much.

Lots of love xoxo

BookFanFiction chapter 23 . Sep 27

I'm listening to it right now. Such a beautiful, chill song. Definitely, reminds me of Percy and Annabeth. Will see if I can find a place for it. Lots of love.

percabethlover chapter 23 . Sep 26

Aaaaww thank you so much. This comment really made me smile. I know, I'm sorry for the wait but there's only so fast I can go. Thanks for being patient and for the lovely review.

Sayori1412 chapter 24 . Sep 28

Oh no, don't worry about it! It's totally fine. Aw, that sucks, I know how you feel. Lol, I don't think anyone likes Luke. I don't particularly and I like all the characters. Lots and lots of love, AWGxx.

kavinbhatia chapter 24 . Sep 28

Nope, you're not! ;) Supermarket flowers by Ed Sheeran is featured if that's what you're talking about. Aw, lucky! I wish I was on holiday! It's only week four and already I need a break.

Seriously considering moving to India...

Thank you so so much!

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See you either monday or wednesday, I still haven't decided.

Lots of love,

AWGxx