Hello. If you are wondering what is happening, well, I can't tell you. That last chapter was mostly for laughs. And to introduce Maria. I think she might be important.

And thanks to SPQR-Alan. I just took Facebook, and changed Face to Demi. I try to make my characters believable, so I just base their actions on what I would do in that situation. I'm not sure where May and Adrian's relationship is going to, however.

May POV

Well, Valdez did it. He made one of the most oddly specific machines ever. Literally. It's a radio that looks at a situation, and plays a song for that moment. (I'm just going to use it as a plot device. And as a way to insert songs in here) To test it, he put it in front of an arguing couple. Here is a script.

D: Dude

G: Girl

F: Friends

Radio lyrics

D: Well, I'm sorry if I had to take a drink before I left!

Made plans with me and all your friends, I'm late again, I hate to keep you waiting

G: A little warning would be nice! And maybe, don't stop at a liquor store, you dumb***!

Tried to be a gentleman, got drunk again, before I even made it

D: At least I called a ChariUber for you! But of course, you didn't see it!

Tried to call a car for you, you're tired of me, I know you wouldn't take it

D: And is that my jacket? You got it all muddy! I spent 100 drachmas on that!

You walked a mile in Louis Vuitton's, ****ed 'em up, you know that they're my favorite

F: Hey! How's it going, lovebirds?

D&G: Greeeeat….

But we dress up and play pretend, and we act like we're good again. I do things I can't defend, and even when you hold it in.

G: *visibly strained*

Hold it, even though it kills you slowly. Explosions, hidden when we're in the open. Keep on smiling, until it's over. Hold it, even though it kills you slowly.

F: Oh, I'm gonna get some food. Brb. *leaves*

G: And, you don't ever own up to anything!

Arguments that never end, you're talking **** to spice up conversation. I'm so sick of back and forth, these fights with you are starting to feel contagious

F: I'm back! Who wants seasoned chili fries?

Said that I'm no good for you, right before we walked into your parents.

D&G: No…

Then you put on that smile again, and grab my hand, even though you hate it. But we dress up and play pretend. Then we act like we're good again. I do things I can't defend. And even when you hold it in. Hold it, even though it kills you slowly. Explosions, hidden when we're in the open. Keep on smilin' until it's over. Hold it, even though it kills you slowly. Oh, but, but it, it won't, but I said. You hold on, hopin' it gon' stop, but it don't. Oh, but, but it, it won't, but I said. You hold on, hopin' it gon' stop, but it don't. Hold it, even though it kills you slowly. Explosions hidden when we're in the open. And keep on smilin' until it's over. Hold it, even though it kills you slowly. Hold it, even though it kills you slowly (Oh, but, but it, it won't, but I said) (You hold on, hopin' it gon' stop, but it don't) Explosions hidden when we're in the open (Oh, but, but it, it won't, but I said) (You hold on, hopin' it gon' stop, but it don't) Keep on smilin' (Oh, but, but it, it won't, but I said) Until it's over (You hold on, hopin' it gon' stop, but it don't) Holdin' even though it kills you slowly (Oh, but, but it, it won't, but I said). (You hold on, hopin' it gon' stop, but it don't)

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So, yeah, it works. It was super uncomfortable, especially when they saw us. We bolted. Now, we had to enact our plan to set them up on a date. Only one problem. There was no plan. Adrian just said that we'll wing it, and hope for the best. And while I don't trust that logic at all, it's worth a shot, if we are playing matchmaker. So, we came to Psyche's house, to invite her to the park, when we saw her parents making out furiously, as if their lives depended on it. "HOLY CRAP, THAT'S A THING!" I yelled. It's a thing I do. "Ah! Oh, hi, May. Hi, Adrian." Said Mr. Jackson. "You know these people?" I inquired. "It's a parents-know-each-other thing" he replied.

"Okay. Well, is Psyche home?"

"Yeah, yeah, she's in her room. I'm pretty sure she needs a friend right now." Damn, Percy Jackson is smart.

"'Kay, thanks!"

*************************************** Psyche's room**********************

"Hey, Psyche…" I said tentatively

"Oh, hey, May. Who's this dude?" Fair question.

"Oh, he's nobody"
"HEY!"

"Go outside, Adrian"

"Fine. But I won't like it."

And while the pyromaniac wonder that is him left, we got to business.

"So, we thought we could go to the hill just next to the city for a picnic. You want in?"

"Yeah, sure. I got nothing better to do. When is it?"

"In three days."

"Cool. Got it."

"So, I'll see you there?"

"Yeah."

"Cool"

Well, that worked out a lot better than I thought it would.

So, we decided to go get Logan to come to the hill.

"Hey, Valdez. Think you can get Grace to come along?"

"Yeah, he's coming. Something about 'needing to do something that needs to be done'?"

"Okay."

Now, we shall see what will happen at this momentous occasion, where our friends no longer stalk each other. And SCENE!

The song played by the radio is Kills You Slowly by the Chainsmokers. I censored the bad words.