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Enjoy the next chapter, we got some major fluff :)

The next time I woke, I was on one of the rocking couches in the Poseidon cabin. At first glance, Poseidon cabin didn't seem to be big. It took me a couple of days to discover that the cabin was more than just a room with a bunch of bunk beds. But it was magic, and there were lots of different rooms. And as soon as I did, I remembered grabbing Percy's hand and, not explaining anything, dragging him to the cabin and showing him the rooms. He seemed stunned: I guess he never really looked around the cabin. But now, I was in my bed, with pillows from other cabin bunks surrounding me. The moonlight went through the window, and it was dead silent. There wasn't even the sound of basketballs bounced off the pavement. And the Apollo cabin always played basketball. A single lamp was on, and it illuminated Conor. He was crashed on the rocking armchair in the corner, his eyebrows furrowed and his tongue slightly sticking out from concentrating so much. He was scribbling something down in his notebook. I smiled. He looked over at me and sighed in relief, throwing his book to the floor.

"You're awake!" he said. I nodded, and tried to get up. "Oh, I wouldn't do that," he said hastily, jumping out of his seat and carefully sitting next to me. "I tried to heal you as much as I could, but it's going to be a bit painful for a couple of days." He sat on the edge of my bed. I swung my feet over so that they touched the ground. We were just barely brushing elbows. We didn't say anything for a minute. Then he started laughing. "Why is it that, in the past month, you've almost died on me twice?" I laughed.

"Three times, actually," I said meekly.

"How- you know what? I don't even want to know," he said. He grabbed my hand. "As long as you're here and in one piece, it doesn't matter." I blushed.

"So where are everyone else?" I asked.

"They all just left to go to the fireworks," he said. "I decided to stay. It wouldn't be fun without you."

"Wait," I said, getting up. "We can go-"

"No," He replied firmly. "I'm your healer, and Chiron and Mr. D don't know. You'd be in the infirmary, and I know you hate that place." I grimaced, remembering the uncomfortably stiff mattresses. It just wasn't a lived-in place.

"Yeah, thanks," I replied. "But we can still watch them from here, right?" He frowned.

"Well, the forest is blocking our view," he said.

"Not if we're on the roof," I stood up again despite his protests. "Come with me." I walked up to the wall and looked for the small scallop shape in the wall. Conor looked at me like I was insane.

"What are you doing?" He asked. I found what I was looking for, and pressed the mark on the wall. The wall disappeared and an empty hallway showed up. Conor looked at me.

"How did you find this place?" He asked.

"If I told you the truth, I'd have to kill you," I said seriously. He laughed and said,

"Well, ladies first."

"Scaredy cat," I muttered, and started to go up the stairs. I got up three whole stairs before I fell backwards, about to fall on my butt. But Conor saved me, picking me up as if I was 5 pounds and walking up the stairs with me. He opened the trapdoor at the top and revealed the roof. I guess it was magic or something, because there was furniture that you couldn't see from the outside. There were a couple of hammocks, a ping pong table, and a nice swinging couch. Conor lay me down on the couch, and sat next to where my head was. I stood up a bit and rested my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around me instinctively.

"So I never got to congratulate you on your win yesterday," he murmured in my ear. I laughed, ignoring the chills running down my spine. Sure, I wasn't positive if this was a date or not, but regardless, he was still my best friend. That wouldn't change at all, even if everything else did.

"That's true. But you don't have to: I know you're sore about losing," I teased back. He made a look of joking offensiveness.

"Excuse me, I am a very gracious loser. And besides, I won't be a loser for long," his smirk grew wider. "We'll get you next time."

"Dream on," I replied, and listened to the chirps of the birds. I loved this feeling: the humid air all around you, the relaxing hum of the crickets chirping. It made me feel revitalized. "So, for the fireworks, are they going to do anything special this year?" I looked right into Conor's eyes, noticing a patch of dark blue in his left eye that I never saw before. He looked back at me, and we stayed transfixed for a second. Then he seemed to fall out of a daze, and answered my question.

"Yeah, they're doing a big thing about the war. They've decided to reenact the old titan war- you know, the time when the gods took over everything. And then they said that there would be something to commemorate all of the people who've died so far in the war, but they didn't really go into great detail about that." I nodded, biting my lip. "What are you thinking about?" He asked curiously.

"Nothing- it's just that," I sighed. "Two months ago, I didn't even know all this was happening. What if-" I stopped, hesitating. "What if I could've come here earlier? What if I helped earlier, go on missions- what would be different? What if so many people didn't-" I felt a light pressure on my lips, stopping my onrush of words. It was quickly gone.

"I'm sorry," he immediately said, blushing. "I-" I pressed my lips back to his, loving the rush it gave me. I felt it in my toes, and my heart grew insanely big, like that feeling you get when you finally feel the exhilaration from a big drop. "Don't be," I responded between kisses. A loud whine filled the air, and a pop signaled the first fireworks of the fourth of July. I bit his lip accidentally from shock, and he laughed, pulling me closer to him. We watched as the fireworks created pictures in the sky, telling a story that Conor whispered in my ear. And it was basically the best fourth of july I ever had.

AWWWW :) I don't know, maybe it's because Im writing about them, BUT I LOVE ARI AND CONOR. But I'm running out of ideas, so PLEASE REVIEW? Thank you X.