Hi guys:) This is sometime in March. Things are about to get slightly more complicated, and I hope y'all enjoy, but also brace thyself.

"The little things you say and do, make me want to be with you."

~Rave On

Hazel

The first time I talked to Sammy I thought he was an angel. He'd just...appeared out of nowhere and a part of me wondered if I was dead. I think I'd never been more scared than when he began to come back.

Most would say it was crazy to be in love with a figment of the mind, but to me he isn't just a figment. I know what my dad says, what the doctors say, what everyone says, but it can't be true. Not when his eyes are the only ones that provide comfort and his smile is the only one that truly revitalizes me. His touch-because yes I can feel him- is the only one I trust, the only one that's real, ironically enough. It's gotten to the point where I'm no longer happy when he isn't around.

Momma thinks I'm crazy. I laugh because so is she.

The first day that I realized others couldn't see him, was one day when I was in the library, laughing out of control because he'd said something funny. The librarian had hushed me and told me to pick a less interesting book, if that was what was causing my giggles. I'd apologized in behalf of Sammy, and she'd looked mildly confused before steering her big cart away. I still didn't notice, though. No, how could I when all that I was and all that I wanted to be revolved around him? I'm consumed by him, I'm vehemently impassioned by the way he makes me feel, and I wouldn't want to be otherwise. A couple more encounters scared me, I'll admit, especially when I talked to him in front of people and was casted funny looks. All of New Orleans knew of the little girl who'd gone insane.

But it was enough for me. It was enough that he loved me and I loved him and we'd be together forever.

Then the whispers started.

He would tell me that for us to truly be together, I'd have to die. Maybe that's why I accepted dad's offer when he told me about Percy's situation. I really don't mind what I have to do, and I hope one day my friends realize that. I'm in love with the imagination and I'm falling deeper, and frankly no one's close enough to pull me out.

Leo

I wrapped my arm around my waist as I tried to stop the bleeding. I knew the second I got home I'd have to answer to Calypso, but currently I had bigger problems.

"David, I fucking told you to watch him, why the hell did you let him get away?"

"Manne, calm down, we'll find him!"

Not likely, I thought to myself as I looked up ahead. Behind me was the opening of the alley, and I shoved the plug for the broken radiator into the wall outlet that was luckily there, wrapping clear tape from one wall to another. Hopefully, they'd be running so fast they wouldn't see it in time. Luckily, the radiator burst to life with so much heat I had to momentarily step back. Grabbing a pole that littered the street, I pushed it to where I wanted it, then dashed across the street and hid behind a trashcan.

The first moron, David, slammed hard into the tape, which held due its industrial strength stickiness, and confusedly stepped back right onto the radiator, crying out and falling forward, just in time for moron number two, Manne, to trip and fall back right onto the radiator. Their screams echoed as my grins began to ensue, and I laughed wildly as I scrambled towards my only safe place in this Godforsaken town. All I needed were some bandages and I'd be alright, but the real damage was gonna be done when that crazy chick found out I'd gotten hurt.

She's lucky she's my friend, because otherwise I would not put up with the berating I got when I stepped through that door. Then I handed her the bag and she took out the money and the food I brought, and I grinned because she smiled.

As I looked around at our tiny shack by the river, wooden and falling apart, I allowed myself to relax. It may not be much, but she was home.

Third POV

Gabe Ugliano stared at the bulletin board before him, looking at the different phases that had been completed. Everything was going according to plan. No mistakes.

He looked at the next stage and grinned. It was fairly simple, but not really. This was next level, he knew. This was no longer just violence. This was breaking her resolve. This was destroying her mind. This would ruin her. And him by consequence.

It would never be enough for him to be dead. No, he had to know he was the reason for the undoing of his precious little love.

He looked at the plan, and made the phone call. This phase was ago, and really, it was entitled perfectly, for that would be one of its many outcomes.

Break Annabeth Chase.

He smiled.

Annabeth

Matthew was okay. Sure, not the most handsome guy out there, but still good-looking. He was also sweet, and he deserved a chance. Funny, too. Sarcastic. She always did love sarcasm. He deserves a chance, she told herself. Sighed. Slipped her purse onto her shoulder. Glanced at her jean skirt and white tank top. Not her style, but she was already getting out of her comfort zone. Might as well go all the way.

I won't kiss him. I don't want to kiss him.

She pulled on a smile, walked through the door. Accepted the bouquet of roses he had, stuffed them crumpled into her purse. Cringed when her hand slipped into his. Laughed at his jokes, because she had always liked that part of him. She just didn't like all of him. Not like she should, and a part of her wondered if this was wrong. If this was playing with his emotions. It was too late now.

"You look great," he said shyly, his thumb rubbing against her knuckles, and she so desperately wanted to feel something. She so desperately wanted to like him. Maybe it was because the guys she liked never liked her, not Luke or Percy. Maybe it was because of the books she read where the girls felt electricity running through them at the slightest touch. Maybe it was because she wanted to feel loved. Maybe that's why she gave him her first date.

It hurts to have to settle. This isn't fair to him, a voice whispered.

I might change my mind, though, another argued.

You know exactly how you feel about him. Don't let him get attached more than he already is.

What if I just...want to feel wanted?

She scowled at her thoughts. She was a smart girl. She didn't need to succumb to these sorts of shallow thoughts. She was better than that.

But what if you're not?

Just get through this date.

You shouldn't have to "get through" something like this. You should be craving more.

Deep down, even though his brown eyes stared at hers with warmth and want and everything in between, she knew she craved more. She knew she'd always crave more. So when they came back from the movie, when she was at her door, when she felt his want to lean in, she made the decision.

She dropped his hand. She whispered the words. His face dropped in shock and hurt. She tried to explain, but he was already walking away. Not angrily. More dejected. She felt horrible. He looked back. She waved. He tried for a smile.

Then he was gone.

this year has been absolutely crazy but here's something to hopefully make it better my peeps. love you all and please tell me if you need anything :)

favorite/follow/review and let me know what y'all think is going on with hazel. what is she gonna do with Percy? and what is Gabe planning? we know annabeth liked Percy, but has she given up on that crush?

happy new year!