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"No, Luke! How many times have I got to tell you that we can't go over yet?" I was sitting inside of Luke Castellan's house, his bedroom to be exact. Luke has a two story house that from the outside looks like something out of a story book. To be honest, the white walls that have become dimmer with age and the blue shuttered windows that have little ledges on them that hold pretty white daisies and such, along with the wraparound porch that holds two rocking chairs, really draw a person in. It's the type of house that one simply must go into. It looks inviting, warm- safe. Too bad it's anything but.

Currently, I'm laying sprawled on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, with my feet dangling off the side of the bed, my white flip flops hanging loosely off of my toes as they swing back and forth. I like Luke's room. It's not too big, not too small. It's a light shade of yellow, which Luke hates because apparently it's too "girly", which doesn't even make sense by the way, how on earth can a color be girly? All the room contains is his small twin bed and a mahogany desk and matching dresser and bedside table. His Lightning McQueen sheets are soft and familiar against my skin, and I lazily watch the fan above me, that he always has on the lowest setting, mind you, as it spins around and around.

"Annie, come on! The kid got here like a half an hour ago, I don't see why we have to wait more than that!" He whines and pouts, dramatically stopping his pacing around the room to flop down next to me. He puts his head on my shoulder and faces me with those big blue eyes, determined to make me cave.

Looking at Luke, I know my resolve is weakening. I allow myself to admire him for a second- his sandy blonde hair that looks like it's been gelled to perfection, and his icy blue eyes that are so cold they almost look white. I look at his white scar reaching from the top of his cheekbone to the edge of his chin. I love that scar. It reminds me that he's not perfect, because gods does he look it.

No, Annabeth be strong! I tell myself and force myself to look away before I get caught staring. He's your best friend, don't think like that. How many times has he called you a "little sister"?

It's true. No matter how much I like Luke, he'll never see me as anything more than his "little sister". Not really of course! I would never like someone I was related to. INCEST! No, more of the "I love you like a sister I'll make sure no one ever hurts you kind of way". No, I know Luke will never see me as anything more than that. I won't spend my time pining for him. Now what were we talking about again? Oh, right.

"Luke, you know your dad said-"

"I don't care what he said. What gives him the right to tells me what to do?"

I sigh. Hermes Castellan is a man I've grown to loathe, just from what I've heard from Luke. He is a nice enough man, usually, but he works far too much and really, he never made an effort with Luke. He's not an emotional type of guy, and it always seemed like it pained him to have even the smallest of conversations with him. Luke eventually stopped trying with the guy, and now constantly complains about how he's just arrogant and how he doesn't believe in him, and how he can't believe they're even related. Honestly, the two are so different from each other that if Luke wasn't the spitting image of his father, then I would claim they aren't related at all.

I decide that leaving a little bit before we were supposed to is perhaps better than the alternative which is spending the next fifteen minutes or so hearing about Luke's problems. Keeping that in mind, I sigh loudly before saying, "fine. We'll go over right now you crybaby. I don't see why you couldn't just wait the whole hour like we were supposed to, but fine. Let's go!"

Luke jumps up, grabs my hand and yells- "let's go!"- before dragging me down the stairs and towards the front door. We were just about to leave when-

"Luke, honey?"

Luke stopped cold. I felt his heartbeat sky rocket from the pulse in his hand as he cursed under his breath and let go of my own to turn to his mother. "Yeah, mom?" He tentatively asked her, forcing a small weak smile upon his thin pink lips.

"Luke! I thought it was you!" His mom walked towards us front the kitchen, her brown hair tucked into a bun and a flower patterned dress visible underneath her kitty cat apron. She wore black ballet flats and her blue eyes stared at Luke with so much love, I thought she was going to start crying. This might sound like a normal description of any mom in the world, but May Castellan is anything BUT a normal mother. Her bun had flyaways, although not the usual stubborn baby hairs that hang out of the rubber band, more like the long strands of hair that were obviously clawed out of its tight hold, so as to hang limply on her shoulders. Her apron is backwards and had some sort of red liquid that I'm really hoping isn't Kool-aid, because if it is I know Luke is gonna lose it. Her blue eyes seemed to be trying to remember where she was, slipping around the room trying to capture every detail at once. They were read and watery like she had been crying. She held a small ziplock baggie with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, moldy and green- it must be one of the older ones, and a burnt chocolate chip cookie wrapped in a paper napkin. She pushed the items into Luke's hands happily and told him that their was Kool-Aid in the kitchen, the blue kind that he liked, and gave him a tight hug.

It was really hard seeing her like this. I knew May Castellan BEFORE, when she was happy, a vibrant spirit, intelligent and beautiful. People loved being around her. She was an amazing conversationalist. She had this laugh that tinkled like fairy lights and she had this "sixth sense" where she could immediately tell what was going on with you, whether it was that you failed a physics test or your parents were fighting- whatever it was she would know. She would sit you down, give you some hot chocolate and have you tell her every last detail about it. She would then give you some funny advice, or say something sweet anywhere along the lines of "well at least you're not a headless chicken, running around in circles" and "back when I was a girl we had problems like that all the time. And we liked them!" to "sweetie, you can't let that stuff get to you, you know that, right?" and "I'm always here for you, hon". She was great.

Until three years ago.

I watched as Luke pat her back stiffly, then gently pushed her off of him and towards the kitchen saying "Luke will be home soon. He might want lunch..." that always hot her to go back in there. As she was leaving she muttered under her breath worriedly, her once sweet and gentle tone hoarse and scratchy as she talked to herself.

"My boy. Oh...my poor boy! It's okay, Lukey, I believe in you...why are you doing that, Lukey?"

Before Luke could start thinking about it too much, I gently grabbed his wrist and guided him outside again, breathing in the fresh smell of summer coming in. It's the summer before seventh grade, and my birthday is just around the corner, so to get Luke's mind off of the subject, I decide to ask him what he wants to do for my birthday. Alright, I also just want to make sure he doesn't forget, okay?

"So, Luke, July 12 is next week what fantastic plans have you got in store for my birthday?" I ask while playfully poking his stomach a few times as he sits down on the porch steps, me next to him trying to cheer him up.

"What was that, Annie?" He said as the fog in his icy blues starts to clear a bit. "Oh your birthday! We can do anything you want really. I figured we could go to the bookstore and I'll buy a book for you that you like. We can even bring Thals if you want, go down to the watering hole afterwards?"

My smile grew at the thought of my other best friend. Thalia Grace was really something. She had spiky choppy black hair that ended with the longest layer at the tip of her chin. She had electrifying blue eyes that could make even the strongest people question their sanity, had they been on the receiving end of one of her glares. Her eyes were usually coated in eyeliner, making her eyes pop just slightly more and her lips usually had some sort of black lipstick on them. She always had on a bunch of different kinds of black jewelry- chokers, earrings, bracelets. She always had concert bands lining her wrists and she wore a leather jacket even in the sweltering heat. If I ever saw her wearing anything that wasn't black, I think I'd drop dead from shock to be honest. She was intimidating for sure, a year older than me like Luke, but she had decided a long time ago I was her "person" after watching Grey's Anatomy and liking that concept. She and I had a weird relationship- both of us stubborn, easily angered, and completely unreasonable when spending more than thirty minutes together. We join forces against anybody and everybody, Luke usually on the receiving end of it. He's very brave to attempt to spend a whole day with us both.

"I'd love that! Sounds perfect," I smile warmly at him trying to get him further out of his stupor, when I remember why we were out here in the first place. "Didn't you want to meet your new neighbor?"

The second I say that his hunched shoulders slide back to their easy going stance and he smiles as he jumps off of the porch and hops down, instead of using the three steps up. "You're right! Let's go Annie! Let's go, let's go!" He yells jumping on the balls of his feet as he impatiently waits for me to follow him. I give out a laugh and choose the stairs before trailing after him as he excitedly makes his way next door.

Next to the Castellan's house, is a beautiful little home that I've always wanted to live in when I get older. There's just something about that house that screams Come in! We've got cookies! And I'm happy to oblige any chance I get. It's been empty the past few years, the last family moved away to Europe or something so they've been trying to sell it. Much like Luke's house, it's two stories and has a wraparound porch. It's a light blue color and has white shutters and has a beautiful little garden that stretches around the house with different kinds of flowers. The people have been paying Luke for a while to keep up the maintenance of the garden, and I've helped him on countless occasions. I don't mind it, really. It's a nice picture- me and Luke doing housework together. Maybe one day we'll have a garden and kids to run around the porch and-again, Annabeth? Gods control yourself woman. Save some of your dignity for Pete's sake!

Who is Pete anyway?

Is that seriously what you're thinking about right now?

Well everyone seems to always care about his sanity! I'm just wondering where all that caring came from!

You worry me sometimes.

There's a big moving van and I see a woman who looks to be in her mid thirties or so with kind blue eyes and long, curly dark hair instructing those inside the moving on where to put what.

"No, Percy! I swear I've told you a hundred times to be careful with the China set but-"

"Mom, I got it I got it!" Comes a voice from inside the moving van. A second later I see a kid who looks to be about my age jump off of the van and nearly drop the big box he's holding.

"Percy!"

"I got it mom, I swear!"

The boy, Percy I suppose, sets down the box for a second to move the hair out of the face and I get my first proper look at him. He has a messy mop of raven black hair that looks like it has never been brushed a day in his life and a small scrawny build. He has a deep tan, as if he spends a lot of time outside, and he's wearing a blue long-sleeve and jeans along with blue vans. He rolls up his sleeves a bit and turns to grab the box again when he notices us nd taps his mother on the shoulder.

And I freeze.

Because those are the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.

They're breathtaking, and I subconsciously move closer to get a better view of them. They're a swirling sea-green and seem to be so complex that I see other colors in them. I see blue, I see white, I see grey, but the most prominent color is sea green. The colors seem to be fighting for dominance as the corners of his eyes take on a blueish tint as he studies me. For a second I just stand there, not really realizing I'm a couple steps away now, holding eye contact with the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen in my life, before Luke clears his throat next to me and says-

"Hello. I'm Luke Castellan."