Pez woke up to a dangerously bright room. It looked some what like a hospital wing and everything was white. He was attached to many machines and there were a bunch of pills sitting on the bedside table next to him. If he remembered correctly, he had just been stabbed in the stomach by an evil goddess who happened to be his mother. He'd never been stabbed in the stomach before, but he was going to guess that it hurt after wards. But Pez was not in pain. He didn't really feel anything at all. . .

Holy shark bandanas! He was dead!

This kinda sucks.

Pez heard a noise coming from his left and noticed a girl about his age standing in front of a table of some sort. She seemed to be pouring some sort of substance together. She was obviously a nurse or something and there to take care of him, but she didn't seem like the normal nurse in a bad TV drama. He pants were bright red and she had streaks of blue in her dark hair. He may have been staring at her back, but Pez knew an attractive girl when he saw one. "Well," he said, breaking the silence and causing her to turn around, showing Pez that his assumptions were correct, "if I knew all the nurses in the Underworld were this hot, I would've died a long time ago."

She stared at him in disbelief before walking over to him and handing him the concoction she was mixing earlier. "You're not dead, smart one," she told him.

"I'm not?"

"Well, I don't know. Does this hurt?" She lightly tapped a large bandage on his stomach where he had been stabbed. He had to bite his tongue so he wouldn't scream. Yeah. Yeah, it hurt.

"A little," he lied. She could tell.

"Then yeah, I'd say you're pretty alive." Holy shark bandanas! He's wasn't dead! "Now drink your medicine stuff."

He sniffed the liquid she gave him carefully before gagging. "What the hell is this?"

The girl smiled a bit. "I don't know. I just combined some stuff until it made a pretty color."

"Do you have any idea what you're doing?"

"Not really."

"Then why are you even taking care of me?"

"Cause my brother was taking care of you, but then Chiron said that he had to go back to classes cuz he was spending too much time over here, so I volunteered."

"Just so you could get out of swords class?"

"Duh. Why else?"

"Cuz you wanted to meet the famous sexy beast they call Pez." He wiggled his eyebrows and winked his left eye.

"You wish."

"Playing hard to get, now are we?"

She rolled her eyes, and said, "Just drink your . . . stuff."

"Do you even know why I'm in this hospital bed?"

"You were stabbed." It came out more as a question.

"No. The doctor says I have this illness, and it's terminal."

"What is it?"

"Apparently, my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard. They say that it's better than yours. I could teach you, but I'd have to charge."

She stared at him in amazement. "Shut up and drink your shit."

"How do I know that this won't kill me?"

"Trust me, if I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't use poison. What's the fun in that?"

He smiled a bit before taking another drink, barely holding it down. "I like you."

"You don't even know me."

"Then let's get to know each other, shall we?"

She stared at him for a bit before asking, "Why are you so interested in me?"

"It's you. I'm not interested. I'm fascinated." He could've sworn he saw the smallest hint of a smile on her lips and a tinge of red on her cheeks, but a flash of blond hair to his right distracted him.

"Pez!" Annabeth shouted from the door. She ran in the room and pushed the nurse out of the way. "Are you all right?" she asked him.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he said trying to discreetly push her off of him. He was just about to score. Come on, Annabeth. Think a little.

"Do you need anything? A pillow? Some Advil? A glass of water? I'm sure shecould get you some," she said, obviously hinting that the nurse needed to give them some privacy.

She laughed a humorless laugh, and glared at Annabeth. "Well, seeing as I have no idea where any of that stuff is, actually, I couldn't." She shrugged. "But since you seem just oh so confident, I'm sure you could get it for him." Was that . . . jealousy Pez heard in her voice? He didn't even know this chick, and yet she was already head over heels for him. Oh, the affects he had on people.

"You could at least give us some space. He is my boyfriend, after all," - Pez couldn't help but grin as the nurse's eyebrows raised at the word 'boyfriend' - "and he's been unconscious for three days."

She flared her nostrils before walking out the door and slamming it behind her.

"What was up with her?" Annabeth asked, and Pez feigned innocence.

"I have no idea."

"Anyways, we need to talk," she said. She opened her mouth to start again, but Pez cut her off.

"Don't give me that 'It's not you, it's me,' crap. We both know that that faggot of a douche you're going to call you're new boyfriend after this conversation is actually the reason."

"Percy doesn't have anything to do with this."

"Really? Are you also going to tell me that you're not here to come and break up with me, and that flying squirrels can actually fly?"

"Well, technically, they can, if you count gliding as flying. . ."

"That's not what we're here to talk about, Annabeth."

"I know, I know. Sorry. But Percy really doesn't have anything to do with this."

"Anything?"

". . . Maybe a little." Pez sighed and rolled his eyes. "But it's Ate, mostly. She banned us from being together."

"Do you think I give a shit about what Ate says?"

"No, but I do. I don't want to be turned into a scorpion or a dung beetle or something." Pez nodded and started playing with his bed sheets. He was always the dumpee. Never the dumper - until now, of course - and he didn't like it. Not one bit. "I'm sorry, Pez. I really am." She kissed him on the cheek and walked out the door. The nurse came back in and stood next to his bed.

"Ouch," she said. "Did I just hear that correctly? Did that famous sexy beast they call Pez just get dumped?"

"How did you know that?" he asked.

She turned almost as bright as her pants and a small smile was on her face. "I wasn't listening at the door. Not at all."

He grinned a bit. "You're sly. I like that."

Her smile vanished. "About that. What the hell is wrong with you?"

The smile on his face left as well. "Excuse me?"

"Why were you flirting with me when you had a girlfriend? People with girlfriends don't flirt with other girls, idiot. Especially not with girls that they don't even know the name of."

"It's your fault I don't know your name. You haven't told me it yet."

She stared at him a bit, as if weighing him up and wondering if she could trust him enough to tell him her name. "It's Lydia." Apparently she could.

"That's more like it."

"I haven't forgiven you yet though. You're a pig."

"I knew that she was going to break up with me anyway, so it's not thatbad."

"Yes it is."

"No it's not."

"Yes it is."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Look," Pez interrupted. "You know I wanna have this stupid argument as much as you do, but how about we just both shut up and make out on this bed right now like I know you want to?"

She pretended to laugh, but it disappeared quickly. "No."

"Come on. You know that there is a . . . thing between us. I know I feel it."

"I don't."

"But if I was a stampeding wildebeest running through the Savannah, you would be my watering hole."

Lydia sputtered a laugh, but quickly stifled it. "What?"

"Your eyes are like the cube off Transformers that turns all the Transformers to life, cuz when I look in your eyes, it makes me feel alive."

"Are you freaking serious right now, Pez?"

"Oh, I'm not done," he said. "I need to check you out, like a library book. . . that's over due."

"Did you, like, get these from a bad pick-up line book or something?"

"Are you Xena, the warrior princess, cuz you just kicked the fuck out of my heart."

"Who the heck is Xena?"

"My love for you is like a level 68 blood elf hunter, with season 6 gladiator helmet."

"What?"

"Your hair is like a fern."

She smirked. "How?"

"Yeah, I don't even know. I guess it grows in warm temperatures."

"You are the weirdest guy I've ever met."

"Do you know how aardvarks make love?"

No matter how annoyed she was at him right now, Lydia couldn't stop the grins and blushes spreading on her face, especially after this question. "No."

"Yeah, me neither, but I know how humans make love. I think we need a demonstration."

"I think we're done now, Pez."

"Oh, but I'm not. Your breasts are like Fergie singing. Everyone wants more."

"Ok, I really think we're done now."

"Your beauty is like a delicate pelican, swooping into a-"

Pez did not get to finish his sentence, seeing as he was a bit busy with a certain nurse's mouth on his.

He laughed a bit when she finally pulled away. "And you said that we didn't have anything between us."

She rolled her eyes before crashing her mouth to his once again.

But then a thought came to Lydia's mind. Crap, she was being a whore.

Breaking away from him once again made him groan in annoyance. "I feel bad," she told him. "You just broke up with Annabeth, like, less than ten minutes ago."

"And?"

"And I feel like an evil, little bitch whore."

Her wording made him laugh. "Well, evil is my middle name."

It's (the day after) Valentine's Day, and you know what that means. '. . . It's getting hot in here. So hot! So take off all your clothes. I am gettin so hot, I wanna take my clothes off . . .' It means it's time you take out that old Nelly CD and thrust your hips to it.

This is the last chapter, but there will be an epilogue in a little bit. The epilogue will actually be made by Chesty's Suberbest Friend, and will be with like all the coolsy people from her stories, actually, including the amazing pairing Niccaria (Nico/Viscaria) and Hades and Persephone and all that. Speaking of Chesty, she has a new fic that she made (Boiling Water), and it's awesome, and guess what amazing character is going to make guest appearences? No, not Michael Jackson (well, maybe). Pez! Yay!

And oh my god! Who the heck else saw the movie? I LOVED it! I know, I know, it wasn't even all that much like the book, but I thought it still captured like the spirit of it and all. I loved it. Plus, you can't go wrong with a shirtless Logan Lerman . . . twice! Squeal! My friend and I were hoping he didn't have any pants on either. Ha ha! But he did. :(

Oh yeah! About all of those little pick up line things Pez said at the end came from this freaking hilarious YouTube video (which I don't own, along with anything) called IDEK 8. I would highly suggest that you watch it, along with their other videos. There's actually a link on my profile to one of them.

So I'm at 185, and only 15 more reviews would get me to 200. And you know how happy that would make me.

:) Jordan