Author's Note: Hello, everyone. Hi, new followers:D I'm so glad to have you follow my story. Anyways, I'm really, really sorry about the late update. I've been having a really hard time lately. I broke up with my long-term boyfriend and I just kinda have a writer's block. UGH. And I know this is such a short chapter and it's crappy. Please tell me what you think about it, I feel at my worst right now.

I hope you like it (nobody could like it, it's awful!) and please tell me what you think, specially comparing to previous chapters.

I woke up to the noise of people walking across the room. I hadn't really been dreaming, just sleepily remembering the events of the previous day. Well, at least this time you remember everything when you wake up, I said bitterly to myself. I didn't want to get up, since I was really tired, but there were a lot of people in the room who couldn't keep quiet. With a sigh of defeat I lifted the sheets off my head and lifted it from my pillow.

Next to me, Magnus was still asleep, breathing lightly. He looked younger when he was asleep, he looked more relaxed. The purple shirt he had been wearing last night was wrinkled and his shiny hair was messy. He still looked incredibly gorgeous.

People walked by without even noticing us. I remembered what Percy had said about this cabin being always full. Maybe everyone had grown accustomed to not paying attention to the other residents? By the looks of it, everyone was getting ready. Were all of them going to the same place?

As I was trying to wake up Magnus, a blond guy approached me. It was the same one who had given us our beds. Travis, I thought. He smiled at me and brought his finger to his mouth, gesturing for me to be quiet. Then, seemingly out of nowhere he fetched a can of whipped cream. Another boy silently crept to his side. My eyes widened as I stared at the other boy. He was… Travis. They were twins, their only difference being a few centimeters of height. His twin handed Travis a feathery duster, and only then did I realized that they were trying to pull the classical whipped-cream-to-face prank.

I wanted to stop them, but Travis #1 was already pouring whipped cream into Magnus's right hand, which rested peacefully at his side. Travis #2 then started tickling Magnus's face with the duster. At first, Magnus didn't seem to notice, but he then brought his hand to his face, attempting to drive the duster away. White whipped cream was instantly all over his nose and his eyelashes. Both twins broke into uncontrollable laughter. I thought it was mean, but still, Magnus's expression was funny, so I allowed myself to smile a little.

The twins stopped laughing when Magnus angrily stood up and snapped his fingers with confidence. His hand produced blue sparks and suddenly the twins' mouths were sealed shut. They tried to gasp in surprise, but their mouths wouldn't open. Magnus wiped his face clean with his sheets and then broke into laughter, understanding that he had done it. Somehow, the muted twins were way funnier than a surprised Magnus with whipped cream all over his face. I started laughing, with more confidence this time, and only then did Magnus realize I was there. He smiled.

"Hi." He said casually. "I remember everything this morning"

"I know, at least that's a start." I said as I stretched my arms over my head. My body was stiff from sleeping in the same position all night.

"Hey, where are we supposed to go?" He said eyeing the rest of the cabin. It looked emptier, so some people must have already left, but there were still some girls doing their hair and guys getting dressed. The twins tried to answer him, but their mouths were still firmly closed, as if their lips had been glued together. The shorter twin threw his arms up in exasperation and flung himself into my bed. His brother followed him.

"How in the Angel's name did you do that?" I asked Magnus with curiosity. He suddenly looked uncomfortable. He shrugged and snapped his fingers trying to undo it, but no blue sparks were expulsed from his fingers. The twins' mouths were still shut. "Wait, are they going to stay like that forever?" I asked. Sure, I had just met the Travis twins and I thought they were kind of mean, but having their mouths glued shut for eternity seemed a bit extreme to me.

"Oh come on!" Magnus blurted out angrily, snapping his fingers for the thousandth time, still without result. He slung his arms towards his body in a gesture of exasperation. As he did it, blue sparks flew from his fingers, finally opening the twins' mouths. They were back exactly to their previous, un-sealed state. Except for one thing. Each of them had bright lipstick on. One was bright pink, the other bright red. The twins didn't seem to notice. I tried my best not to laugh.

"That was creepy." Said the taller twin. "Are you sure you don't know who your godly parent is?" He asked Magnus curiously. "Hey, Connor, ten bucks on Hecate. We could start a bet pool at breakfast!" He said to his brother. Apparently, Connor was the one whom I had first called Travis. Twin brothers were a pain to differentiate.

"We'll be rich! I just hope Chiron doesn't catch us this time." Said Connor frowning. He seemed to them remember something, because he walked towards a bed I guessed was his own and grabbed two orange T-shirts like the ones everyone wore. He tossed one at me and I missed catching it by merely an inch. He tossed the other one at Magnus who smugly caught it. I bent down to pick mine, hoping the twins wouldn't make any sound to make fun of me or anything. Luckily, they didn't.

Then, the twins proceeded to explain to us how did camp work. Only I didn't understand a lot of it since they were constantly interrupting each other and joking about pretty much everything. They guided us towards the showers, which, if I understood correctly, were used by members of all cabins. I guessed it was late, since they weren't as much people going in as going out. Travis and Connor asked us to meet them back at the cabin and left with their heads bent, mischievously whispering to each other. Only they didn't notice their lips were painted bright red and pink respectively. Other guys kept staring at them, trying to keep straight faces and examining them, maybe trying to determine whether they had colored their lips themselves or not.

They were already out of my sight, past the door of the shower room, when one of the twins screamed WHAT? Oh, Gods, not again. That Aphrodite make-up curse lasted for a freaking month! Which was followed by uncontrollable erupts of laughter. Magnus, proud of his inexplicable doing, laughed harder than everyone else. No one appeared to notice we were new here.

After the twins' departure, Magnus and I each got into a shower stall, leaving our clothes outside. When I turned on the shower, the water was surprisingly cold. Maybe hot water had already run out by then. I felt surprisingly awkward at the thought of Magnus being on the shower next to mine. We were both naked, right next to each other, separated by a screen. Seriously, why did he make me feel so uncomfortable and so loved at the same time? Who was he?

I let the cold water wash away my thoughts, just being grateful for it, since I didn't remember the last time I took a shower. My life was now down to that: not remembering. It was the same for Magnus. Sometimes, he seemed to remember even more than I do, but some others he looked way more lost and scared than I was. He seemed more confident every time he remembered something. Maybe that was the way he was before this happened. Maybe this was the way he was when whatever we had was going on between us.

Magnus closed the water, so I did the same with mine. I draped the beige towel Travis gave me across my waist, drying my skin. When I started dressing, I heard heavy footsteps behind me, so I turned around. Magnus had a sour expression on his face. He was looking at the orange camp shirt he was wearing like it was toxic. I thought it was incredibly flattering on him.

"I can't believe they make us wear this" He said the last word as if he were talking about something forbidden. I shrugged.

"Just a shirt" I said, even if I didn't like it very much, either. It was too colorful for me.

"Let's go back" He said as I was tying my shoelaces. I followed him out of the showers, heading towards the cabin. The camp was swaying with activity. There were people coming and going everywhere, some of them oblivious to the rest of the campers.

When we returned, the cabin was full. There were people talking and laughing everywhere. Connor and Travis were frantically rubbing their mouths with pieces of wet cloth in front of a mirror. Some of the lipstick had come off, but their lips were still painted and feminine for the most part. When they saw us, they immediately headed towards us with horror on their faces. Their footsteps were almost matching.

"How am I ever going to undo this?" Magnus sighed. I could tell his strange, seemingly magical ability frustrated him. He tried, snapping his fingers halfheartedly, and amazingly it worked. Travis and Connor's lips were completely normal now. Not sealed shut and without lipstick.

A horn sounded in the distance. Maybe it was usual here at camp, since everybody started to move.

"Come on" Connor said. "Time for breakfast."

"Let's see if you're claimed" Added Travis.

Btw, Characters belong to awesomest Cassandra Clare and Rick Riordan, not to me, crappy Reese Valentin. They'll never belong to me u.u Either in a copyright or physical way u.u *dies*