Hey guys! Here's the next update! HAHA as you know I'm rushing through this arc because I'm really excited for the next arc

Guys i'm really sorry that Percy and Annabeth has not gotten together. Some of you may have different views, but i personally feel like for them to get into a relationship, they must first know each other's dark secrets. As of now, Annabeth still has certain problems with it that will be solved in the next 'arc' and then there will be percabeth.

Trust me, i like fluff and all, but i feel like its still not the right time for them to be together. As of now, they're really really close. But both Annabeth and Percy has troubling secrets that are not revealed yet and till somewhere around the time these troubles surface, Annabeth and Percy will be building up their love relationship. their friendship is already maxed out HAHA

So yea i hope you enjoy this! I WON'T BE REWRITING THE CONTENTS OF THE DIARY so if you want to know what Rachel is going to read, go search the chapter 'Rachel's diary'

Enjoy and thanks for reading!

P.s i suddenly have this craving for writing dark stories. i think i will be starting on a dark AU on percy jackson that involves a lot of dark themes. It's completely new to me so i may not be very good at writing it but if you guys have the time please help to go read it when i post it up(somewhere tomorrow or tonight at the earliest) and give me your views on how i can improve the very dark and sinister story HAHA

Rachel's POV

I didn't know what to think. I had not known what to expect from Percy Jackson, but I definitely did not expect him to receive me so warmly.

"Milo, Rachel?" He asked, his sea-green eyes looking at me, observing me, analyzing me, as though he was trying to find something,

"Milo?" I asked, bewildered. Usually, when someone visited someone else, the host would offer something like coke or some soft drink. Either Percy was unique and thought everyone offered milo, or –if what I suspect is true- Percy knew that Milo was, is, and always will be my favorite drink.

I had a gut feeling it was the latter.

"Yea. I always make sure Milo is available in this house. I like to drink it a lot," Percy said in a light tone.

"If it's not too bothersome, I suppose I can have some Milo," I replied hesitantly.

He simply grinned widely, his eyes brightening up just a little, and went into the kitchen. I realized he had reacted as though he had confirmed something from my answer and it pleased him.

As he was busy preparing the Milo and all, I took a look around the first floor.

There seemed to be quite a few doors into rooms on the first floor, a pretty large glass dining table, a huge television, a small table made of mahogany wood and three large sofas surrounding it- one of which I was sitting on.

It was my first time in my memory that I was visiting this place. Yet, for some reason, this whole place felt so familiar to me. It was as though I had been here before, as though I had sat right there on the sofa, as though I had eaten on that dining table before.

Instead of feeling like an awkward turtle and out of place in Percy's house-my supposed enemy according to Micheal- I was feeling extremely comfortable, as though I belonged there.

Not for the first time, I wished I hadn't lost my memories.

"Here," Percy said as he passed me the mug of piping hot Milo. "Careful, it's hot."

I studied the mug as I held it carefully in my hands. There weren't any special decorations or extravagant textures to the cup itself, but for some reason, I felt extremely fond of the cup.

It only had a picture of medium sized double-floor wooden house in the middle of a forest printed all around the exterior of the mug. That was it. But for some reason, I felt some sort of connection with the house- like I had been in there and had lived in there even.

I realized that I had been staring at the mug for almost a minute and my face immediately reddened. Then it occurred to me that even though I had been staring at it for so long- which had already crossed the border of extreme weirdness- Percy had not said a single word.

I hastily but carefully raised the mug towards my lips and took a tentative sip. My eyes widened and my head spun a little as the taste of the milo flooded my senses. All my taste buds seemed to be working overtime.

"Woah woah, Rachel, you okay?" Percy's voice reverberated in my head. My vision blacked out for a moment.

"You like Milo?" A voice, so familiar and yet so hard to pinpoint who it belonged to, asked.

"Yea, it's the best!" My voice was pretty enthusiastic. The other voice, chuckled, and I began to see a shadowy figure standing in front of me.

"I'll go get the Milo ready then," The figure seemed to say and disappeared. A second later, he reappeared and handed me a mug. That mug…

"You decorated this mug with the house?" I asked in an astonished tone.

"Yup! Like it?"

"Of course! I'll never forget about this cup. Make sure you use this mug only to make milo for me!" I told the figure in a teasing tone. He chuckled.

"Yea yea. Go on and drink. Tell me how it is," The figure replied.

I took a sip and almost lost hold on the cup. It was so concentrated, so delicious to the point that I felt lightheaded by the awesomeness of the taste that struck me.

"Woah woah, Rachel, you okay?" The figure asked in a worried tone and made his way towards me.

"Rachel?" Percy's worried voice broke me out of the blackness. I winced as I opened my eyes to see Percy holding my mug for me.

"Luckily I managed to hold the mug before you slackened your grip. What happened?" He asked, his mesmerizing eyes looking straight into mine.

"I don't know. I just… I don't know," I repeated. I didn't know what to think of that vision. I had obviously been the one drinking the milo in that small little episode. That figure though…

"Percy?" I whispered softly to myself as I looked down at my lap, thoughts zipping through my head at a hundred miles per hour.

"Hm? Did you call me?" Percy asked and I jumped a little. I had forgotten for a moment that he was right there. My mind had drifted from the present, trying to search deep in my memories for the past.

"Sorry. I don't know what happened. I'm okay," I told him in the most reassuring tone I could muster-which wasn't very convincing, since I myself was shaken.

Percy looked at me for a second longer before nodding and placing the mug back on the wooden table in front of us.

"If you say so," he said in a tone that made me knew he wasn't entirely convinced, but would go along with it anyway. I was thankful for that.

"So, why did you come visit me?" Percy asked after giving me a good five minutes to recover and get my thoughts in order.

Suddenly, the courage that helped me knock on his door earlier on drained out of me and I felt extremely scared to go any further.

Percy seemed to notice my discomfort and merely waited patiently. His body posture was relaxed, his eyes were more or less calm and his expression was one of utmost patience.

"I…I have some questions to ask…concerning my past," I managed to stutter it out. I felt my lungs constrict and my heart beat at a pace that could match the running speed of a cheetah.

It didn't help that Percy's body stiffened the very moment I mentioned about my memories. His expression became pained for a split second before turning back to normal. It had been too slow- I had seen it.

"…So you want to know the truth?" Percy asked, his tone no longer light. His voice was still friendly, but gone was the warmness. It was much more cold now.

"Yes. I want to know the truth," I said after a few seconds. As the words left my mouth, my resolve strengthened. I wanted to know. What the hell was that episode earlier? Was it Percy? What was our relationship before I had that accident and went into a coma all those years ago?

Percy seemed very conflicted. Even though he tried not to show it, I could tell that he was at war with himself. About what though, I did not know.

"Did you see the picture?" Percy asked. The question was so random, I couldn't respond for a while.

"Um, what picture?" I asked. Percy seemed to mull over something for a bit longer before standing up.

"Wait for me. I have to…bring some things out," He said before turning around and walking briskly towards a room. I somehow knew that was his room. A vision suddenly crossed my mind. A picture of a room with a sea-greenish color entered my mind. A room with a tank of fishes, a conch horn, a few clamps…was it his room?

Had I been that close to him?

Percy didn't give me much time to ponder over it as within a a minute, he exited his room, carrying a picture and a very familiar-looking book.

"My diary!" I exclaimed loudly, too shocked to care about how much of a ruckus I could be causing the neighbors.

I had been trying to find it for the past few weeks. It had seemed to disappear into thin air. The last entry I remember making was in 2009, but the entries themselves, I had completely forgotten.

I had wanted to find it in hopes that it could help me regain some memories. The fact that Percy was in possession of it told me that there was definitely something inside that was related to my lost memories.

"Rachel, I want you to see this picture first," He told me as he passed me the photo. I was utterly disgusted when I saw the photo. I immediately scowled and shifted my eyes away from the picture and glared at Percy.

"This picture was taken during a party you and I attended in the year 2009. The party was hosted by Micheal. Rachel," Percy said seriously, completely ignoring the glare I gave him. His whole entire demeanor had changed into one that was so intense I even felt a little intimidated and my glare disappeared.

Something told me there was something more to the picture than just what it showed. If not, why would Percy ever show this picture to anyone?

"Don't be too shocked as you read the diary, You know your own handwriting, and you know whatever is in this diary is true. Please," his serious expression morphed into a pleading one.

He seemed to have trouble finding words to say.

"Believe it. It's the truth. Not this picture," He finally spoke.

He then stood up and climbed the stairs up. It seemed as though he was escaping from me, as though he could not bear to be with me when I read the diary.

Adrenaline pumped through my veins. I suddenly felt very, very timid as I looked at the cover page of my diary. It was a little weathered, but otherwise just how I remembered it to be.

My hand quivered as I lifted it and held the edge of the page. Was I ready for this? What Percy had said had sparked a twinge of fear in me. He had said it as though whatever was in this diary would make me question my beliefs, question the things I thought was definitely true.

I closed my eyes and tried to calm my nerves. I came here to find out the truth, the truth Micheal is so unwilling to give me.

What was weird was that both Percy and Micheal were unwilling to tell me the truth. One of them was in the wrong and one of them was in the right. Usually, one would want to hide the truth while one would want to expose it.

In this case, both wanted to hide it. Why? Were they both in the wrong?

"Only one way to find out," I said under my breath and flipped the page.