"Happy birthday, Wise Girl!" I exclaimed when she opened the door.

"Seaweed Brain, you came!"

"Duhh. Don't be a doidle."

"Just shut up and give me the present." Annabeth joked.

"Ugh," I scoffed, walking inside. "Maybe I'll just leave."

"You just walked in!"

"Mhmhm," I mumbled below my breath.

"Everyone's in the backyard. Nico, Thalia, Grover, Katie, Travis, Connor, Beckendorf, Silena, Juniper and some others."

"Does it hurt?"

"What?"

"Being smart?"

"You wouldn't know, would you?"

"No," he shook his head smiling. Annabeth's house was amazing. Beautiful and advanced architecture burst out everywhere from each of the house's features. No wonder Annabeth was obsessed with it. Everywhere there were pictures. The front hallway forked off, to the left, a staircase. To the right was an arched doorway leading into a large open living room. I looked down the hall. It led straight to a stain glass door that must've led outside. We walked side by side and into the backyard.

"There's cakes on that table over there." she said, pointing to a table shoved in the corner of the fenced backyard. It was covered from end to end with paistries. I wonder how long it took them to make. I'll be your number one with a bullet, loaded God complex, cock it and pull it. Stop singing, Percy.

"Perce!" Grover called. I spun around as Annabeth went to put the present on a table somewhere in the large backyard.

"Grover, hey!" He walked over to me, shaking his hips and bobbing his head.

"What are you listening to?" I asked, pointing to his headphones.

"Ellie Goulding."

"What happened to Hilary Duff?"

"I don't know," he said, cocking his head to the side. "She's just-I don't know-So Yesterday? Eh, good, huh?"

"Yeah, Grover. Real funny."

"Don't lie to me." Grover walked off singing Ellie Goulding. "We're under the sheets and your killing me! In our house made of paper, your words all over me!"

Oh Grover. We're under the - Percy stop. Forget ADHD and Dyslexia. Mom needs to get me test for Last Song Syndrome.

"Hey, Nico!" I called for him, hoping he would talk up a storm.

"What?"

"Where's Bianca?"

"Oh," he looked down and mumbled something.

"What?"

"She's with a friend. They're going tanning? They've turned her."

"She's a vampire? How can vampires tan?"

"No they've turned her, dramatic pause, into a GIRL!" Nico made crying noises and burried his face in his hands.

"Um . . . "

"Guys!" Annabeth came running, Thalia, Grover, Luke, and the Stolls on her tail. "Their here," she said, panting and fear in her breath.

"Who?" Nico asked, suddenly interested.

"Those people," Travis blurted.

"The ones that always follow us." Connor finished.

"What do we do?" Thalia gasped.

"We need to confront them," Luke suggested.

"But there's no parents around," Annabeth offered.

"So?" Grover shook. "Th-th-they need to g-g-get lost."

"Gosh, Grover," Nico said. "That's the toughest thing you've said since . . . ever."

If we had baggy pants, chains, huge shoes, and duckbill hats, we would've been a full on gang. We marched over to the five adults that were sitting at the present table, speaking to eachother. There were four men, and one woman. The woman wore a gray zip-up shirt with jeans and gold greek sandals. Her black her was pieced into a braid. The owls on the tree by the table seem perplexed by her presence. Using some big words today, aren't I?

The man beside her, who seemed extremely awkward around her, was wearing a hawaiian shirt, khaki cargo shorts, and brown flip-flops. His black hair fell in wet waves on his forehead, little specks of sand visible on his hair and his skin.

The man across from him wore a suit and a tie. The tie had lightning strikes. He had long, greyish hair and beard. Wind focused mostly on him. I couldn't feel a breeze. He looked like a lawyer you'd want on your side. The kind you'd feel like you were already in the slammer if they were against you.

The man beside him was wearing biker boots, black leather jacket, black pants and a red shirt underneath. "I like the way that dude dresses," Nico commented. The man's hair was wavy, like the other two's, and fell to his shoulders.

There was another man, standing at the end of the table, in a purple and yellow jumpsuit. He was pacing back and forth on his cell phone. He had short, straight blonde hair and stunning navy blue eyes.

"Why are you stalking us?" Annabeth asked, slamming a cupcake into the table. I could tell she was trying to pretend it was a threatning dagger like in the movie we watched the other night.

"Stalking, my dear?" the woman asked as if it was perfectly fine for a woman her age to be following children around and creeping them out. When she turned her head and looked at Annabeth, she stumbled backward. I'm sure Annabeth had never seen such intimidating gray eyes except for when she looked in the mirror. I was a bit shocked, too.

"Yes, stalk." Annabeth continued, regaining her confident posture. "You follow us, all of us. At school, the park, now here."

"We need to know why." Nico spoke. All of the adults looked at Grover suspiciously.

"You don't need to know anything yet, son." the man in the red shirt grumbled.

"Don't talk to me like your my grandparents to confuse me!" Nico shouted.

"Can you all hush?" the man in the jumpsuit screamed. "I'm tracking a very important package!"

"We don't care what your tracking!" Travis shouted.

"Obviously your trying to track us!" Connor joined.

"What do you want to do with us?" Luke asked all of them.

"If your trying to kidnap us your doing terrible." Thalia said.

"Don't give us any ideas," the man with sand said. He looked at me. I felt my stomach twist. I resisted from staggering backwards like Annabeth, but I had never seen such green eyes. Except for my own, that is. "If we had wanted to kidnap you we would have done it by now and done it in a more private place."

"Then why don't you?" I asked. "Hasn't that been your plan all along?"

"Don't assume things, boy." the man with the suit said, glaring at me. "It will get you in trouble one of these days. You'll find out of our plans one of these days, but until then, we'll be watching you."

"When will we find out?" Annabeth and I asked.

"In good time, my dear." the woman said. She glared at me as I stood close by Annabeth. What is it? Glare at Percy day?

We all stood in shock as the five of them stood and walked out the gate of the fence.

"That did," Nico began. "Absolute nothing."

Thalia said, "We suck at confronting."

Read and Review! If apprroved by reviewers, I will be making the next chapter, the last chapter, Kindergarten Graduation and then making a new series where they are in grade school.

Ohmahgawsh. So sorry this took so long! Guess what! If Percy and Luke were a couple they'd be Puke! Hehe. Yours in demigodishness, and stuff. Peace out.

Spoilers for Son of Neptune below. (: Read at own risk.

Just finished Son of Neptune. Here's what I thought.

~I wanted to slap someone when Nico pretended to not know Percy.

~I wanted to squeal like a little fangirl when Percy saw Leo in his dream.

~I wanted to cry when Percy saw Tyson.

~I wanted to scream when Annabeth wasn't in the parchment paper video message.

~I wanted to hug Riordan when Percy kept thinking of his and Annabeth's future. (: