Jason POV

I pull on my large green hat. The only thing that I'm wearing that isn't green is my jeans. Some say that I'm to into the Holidays...I don't see it.

Today, everyone on the Argo II is celebrating one of y personal favorite Holidays, St. Patricks Day. Best day of the year. It really is. Plus, I have an excuse to talk to my friend's with an Irish Accent. I like talking with an Irish Accent. I'll speak with it all day, though it isn't very good.

"Are you really wearing that hat?" Annabeth asks, who's leaning against the wall. She doesn't seem to be in the St. Patricks Day spirit, which is disappointing. She likes most Holidays.

"Yes" I say, tipping my hat at her. "It's the only day I can." Annabeth smiles, lightly.

"You really like St. Patricks Day. It's like I'm staring at a giant four leaf clover" She snickers.

"It's a good thing" I say, smiling back. Annabeth shrugs. I grab another green hat that I have, which is just a baseball cap, and hand it to her. "You have to at least wear something green."

"Okay," Annabeth says, though my head is a lot larger than hers, and it's falling over her eyes. She turns it onto it's side, and nods.

"You look so punk," I say, jokingly. Annabeth rolls her eyes. "Anyway, let's go! It'll be fun."

Ever since Piper and I took a break, she hasn't spoken to me...much. Though Annabeth and I have become very good friends. Hazel sometimes speaks to me, but not as much as she did, before. We weren't very close, anyway.

Annabeth and I walk onto the deck. It's just as I expected. The only other person wearing a giant amount of green is Leo. Well, Percy is wearing a green cap, sort of like the one I let Annabeth borrow. Piper is wearing her ordinary amount of green. Hazel is wearing a blue and green shirt. Nico is not wearing anything green, at all. Hedge decided to visit Millie today.

"IRISH MUSIC!" Leo exclaims, turning on a desk. He starts weirdly dancing, walking around and taking each girl's hand after the other, dancing with them. Though it looks like he has no idea what he's doing, which he probably doesn't.

The Party lasts several hours. At this point, everyone but Nico is dancing. Everyone had been drinking, except Hazel.

"Nico!" I exclaim. I walk over to him, putting one arm around his shoulders. "Nico, buddy, I love you, man. You're adorable. With your large attitude and tiny button nose." Nico gives me a mortified look, that I would have focused more on, if I was sober.

"Jason, go home, your drunk" Nico says, pushing me off him.

"I am home!" I say, toppling over. "Whoa, what happened?" A smile tugs at Nico's face, as he helps me back up.

"Stop trying to be cute" Nico mutters under his breath.

"What was that?" I ask, loudly.

"It isn't working" Nico shoots back. I grin at him, taking his hands and sloppily pulling him onto the dance floor that Leo cleared. I hear mutters behind me that I don't focus on. I can only sort of see Nico's terrified, annoyed expression, as I start to waltz him around.

"Jason, stop it" He mutters, blushing.

"Your cute little cheeks" I say, this time more quietly. His eyes widen.

"No, stop," He says, though he doesn't stop dancing. I can hear gasps behind me, though I don't mind. I stop, and his lip quivers.

"Oh, um" Nico says. He lets go of my hands, pushing them away, and starts to walk away.

"Freaking cute" I say, with an Irish accent. I wasn't going to remember this, in the morning.

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AN. So, I wrote another chapter, because I love this story, even if no one else does. I apologize to Demitra. I shouldn't have attacked you after your first review. It was wrong of me. Though, if this story offends you, I don't wish you'd keep reading it. I want you to be comfortable.

As for everyone else, it started as your opinion, but not you're just attacking my story. I did nothing but write something that I love, and everyone attacked it. I admit that I was being sort of rude with those AN's, but I refuse to stop writing this.

Good day.

Coffee.