Hey guys! :) How's it going? I hope you're all wonderful! I'm doing pretty great myself, not gonna lie. :) I have several reasons to be a grumper (one of my stories for denied to be published, and both of my best friends went on vacation this weekend, so i was stuck at home) but I'm in a pretty good mood! It's unexplainable, so I'm just gonna roll with this. I'm reading The Fault In Our Stars, so I should be sad and crying, but I'm happy and I know it. ;) Anyways, thanks for all the reviews last chapter! I might have almost 800 follows and over 600 favorites, but I bet I'll always get excited for reviews, even if it's only three. Forty? That's just a crazy number to get within 24 hours. :) I'm glad everyone liked that romance scene last chapter! I wasn't quite sure about it. In case you can't tell, I don't really write a lot of romance. Which is odd, because for some reason this story's genre is romance. I should fix that... Again, sorry chapters are short but I'm not only a fanfic writer. I'm also a sleep-deprived teenager taking all honors classes in high school. Plus I have three younger siblings, so that's practically begging for little to no social life. But I do have a social life (however meager) and then there's this. So I apologize for trying to be teen. :P (I'm just teasing you guys; I love you guys, but not in a way that's creepy.) This is already long so I'll cut it off here. (It's the longest one in a WHILE.) I own nothing but please enjoy this chapter! :)

Percy's POV (If you decide there were lemons after their kiss, Percy refuses to share the details with you in this story. Something about privacy...?)

Maybe it's a good thing I didn't wait...

With only four hours left until we departed, Zoë and I woke up from our nap and decided to make some food. We stood in the mini kitchen that I summoned in my room, cooking up some delicious tacos. (Not because tacos are my favorite food, but because I can really only cook either blue pancakes or blue tacos.)

We worked together effortlessly, as if we had always made tacos together in this kitchen. When we were ready to eat, I replaced the kitchen with a round table with two chairs.

"Your powers have really improved," Zoë observed as she sat down in the chair I had pulled out for her. Pushing her chair towards the table, I said, "Yeah, the self-teaching I did really seemed to help."

The rest of the conversation was mostly spent praising the food and avoiding the topic of war. As we picked at the strawberry shortcake I had made (conjured, same difference), too full to eat more but it was tasty enough to try, we ventured to new conversation topics.

"Your powers are pretty impressive. I can believe you made all this, Raven!"

I smiled at her, albeit a bit shyly. "... Percy. Call me Percy."

Zoë's face went from shocked to delighted quicker than I could follow. "Ok," she said, smiling back at me brightly. "Percy it is then."

We we continued to talk, and our last few hours breezes by much too quickly. If I wasn't the heir of Chaos, I would've suspected foul play. It seemed impossible for three and a half hours to go by so quickly. At Goode High School, three and a half hours felt like an eternity. How could it be so quick now?

I looked at Zoë, laughing at something (no doubt stupid) that I had said, and immediately knew the answer.

With twenty minutes left until we had to be to Chaos's office, Zoë and I left my room. I wheeled my suitcase on the carpet as Zoë ran to her roommate to grab her own luggage. With mine in my left hand and hers in her right hand, we walked side-by-side down the hall, holding hands and rolling our suitcases along next to us.

Yes, I could've just flashed us there, but I wanted some time to spend with Zoë, not having a care about anything. And she still needed her suitcase, either way.

We spent just over fifteen minutes strolling through the hallways, stepping out onto balconies and into gardens to admire the view from outside the castle walls. Just as time was almost up, however, I tightened my grip on Zoë's hand and flashed us both to Chaos's office.

Everyone was already there, waiting for us. Once we popped in, Luke wolf-whistled. "Yeah, man!" He cheered, causing both Zoë and I to turn red.

"Dude, please shut up," I said, not letting go of Zoë's small hand. Luke stopped talking, but not chuckling behind his hand.

"Now that we are all here, lets go!" Chaos announced, smiling. I could almost pretend that we were going on vacation to Disney World or someplace fun instead of a war zone. Maybe we'll go to Disney World after we win this war. Assuming it's still there, and still the most magical place on Earth. I'd hate to get my hopes up for nothing.

Chaos snapped his fingers, and suddenly we were standing in a large aircraft that looked like the one I had accidentally crashed. I glanced down at the floor, hoping that no one else would make the connection, although everyone else had been there at one point too. Either when I went nuts and almost killed everyone, when I went nuts and tortured my now-girlfriend Zoë, or when I wend nuts and lost my temper before disappearing for about three weeks. Everyone saw at least one of those moments.

Zoë saw all three, and yet she was still standing next to me, holding my hand.

As if she knew what I was thinking, she squeezed my hand tightly. When I looked over at her, she smiled reassuringly. What did I do to deserve her?

Chaos was looking down at his watch. "In t-5, 4, 3, 2, 1," he counted before shouting, "BLAST OFF!"

Right on cue, we took off into the air. "Next stop, Olympus!"

Hey guys! Next chapter is Friday! Normal update for that. Sorry for the long beginning AN. I just get so excited... ;) See you Friday!