Chapter 4, ready for reading! I know it's a bit shorter, but heck, I don't really care, so ha! Deal with i-Sorry...

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I woke up to see Percy next to me, casually ripping a napkin. But then he muttered, "Rotten son of a pig. I'll make him pay big time for killing her." He angrily took a pen and stabbed the napkin, then tore right through the whole thing, untill there were only tatters of it in his lap. Then he just shrugged it off and grabbed an empty water bottle. He drew a face on it, then started to crunch it up until it was just a smushed thing with a bottle cap.

"Percy?" I croaked, my voice hoarse with sleep. He met my gaze and I noticed how wild and angry his eyes were. I put my hand on his shoulder, struggling to sit up, "I'm so sorry about Sally." Bad move.

His eyes flashed dangerously, and he shook my hand off, exited the car and stormed off through some trees, punching the branches as he went. I huffed, crossing my arms, "Well that's just friggin' perfect, Annabeth. You just had to bring up his mom's death, didn't you, stupid?"

I waited, taking note on the scenery. We were in some kind of forest…near a road, a little off to the side. No cars passed. My stomach growled, and I glanced around the seats for food.

Gosh, even a cereal bar sounded like an all-you-can-eat buffet right now. But then I looked at the cup holder next to me, and there was some oatmeal from Jamba Juice just sitting there, nice and hot…I grabbed it and started eating, practically stuffing my face as I wondered absentmindedly about Percy.

Percy came back from the trees and sat on the hood of the car, looking much calmer than before, and I thought wryly, Speak of the devil. The sun was on him as he stretched, flexing his arms and yawning, then ruffling his hair like he always did.

I leaned back in my seat, smirking to myself. A hot devil, I corrected myself. He had toned biceps, and sure, he did have a pretty nice six pack underneath that clinging white T shirt. Mmhmm, oh yeah, I am definitely enjoying the view.

Suddenly he turned around, then saw me staring and gave me a weird look, mouthing, "What?" I blushed, that dreamy smile dropping from my face. Oh crap. He caught me.

Quickly, I looked down and redid my sloppy bun. He opened the door and sat down in the driver's seat. I secretly watch through my bangs as I kept my head down, but Percy just rolled his eyes and turned his head to me.

"Why're you staring at me?" Am I really that obvious? "Yes." …Great, I'm probably talking out loud again. "Yup." I blinked, then just scoffed and stared out the window.

"If looks could kill…" He muttered. I smiled playfully and punched his arm, "Shut up." He winked at me, then got out a map, "Okay…okay, you know Dave from Starbucks?" I nodded. "He gave me this map and pointed out a few hotels to stay at. Plus, I got the newspaper."

I grabbed the map, and he got the news. For some reason, he was always interested in the news. I sometimes call him an old man for it. "Percy, where are we?"

He ran his fingers through his shaggy hair calmly, "648 Middle Satsop Road, Montesano, Washington."

I raised my eyebrows, "Pretty specific, Percy. God knows how you were able to memorize such a long address." He snorted, rolling his eyes. Any who…I began scanning the map for a hotel of some sort that we could stay at.

Percy poked my shoulder. Repeatedly. I ignored it the best I could, gripping the map a little too tight. Let's see…poke…ugh…poke, poke…go up the roa—poke. Argh! Go up the road, get on the highwa—poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, po

"What?" I yelled, scowling up at him. He gave me an innocent, blank look. Poke, poke.

He smiled, finally stopping, and pointed at the newspaper, "Feel like sight seeing?" I leaned closer, squinting through my dyslexia at the page. What the heck did that say…

"Does that say," I held one side of the page. "Comlewe to Tonum Niriaer…?"

Percy cleared his throat, amused. I blinked and blushed, leaning back.

"Oh," I looked up at him, my cheeks getting redder. "It says, 'Welcome to Mount Rainier.'"

Percy chuckled, nodding, "Yeah, it's the fifth oldest national park in America. From the ad, you can cross-country ski, snowshoe, and snowboard. And you can spend a couple of nights there, probably in a hotel, or cabin, or something." He shrugged, giving me an adorable half smile as his eyes sparkled in the morning sun. "I thought maybe we can enjoy our freedom to the fullest. So why not have a little fun?"

I grinned at him, "Really?" Then, I felt my face fall. "But…the money—"

"Don't worry about that, Wise Girl. I've got it covered. And, I searched it on my phone, look at the views." He showed me a picture that showed Mt. Rainier with a beautiful snowy white cap, and there was a crystal clear lake, with a few trees around it, that showed the exact reflection of the mountain and edge of the forest.

"It's called Tahomas Looking Glass. Beautiful, huh?" I nodded silently, soaking up the idea of Percy and me going alone to such a beautiful sight. Fifth oldest national park in America… "So, you wanna go, Wise Girl?"

I beamed at him, "Oh, heck yeah, Seaweed Brain!" He nodded, holding out his phone.

"It's settled then! How far is it from here?" I grabbed his phone as he started the car and searched it on Google Maps. Dang, his phone has a big screen…

"The quickest way is two hours, nineteen minutes. It's through the National Park Highway," I told him, propping my feet up on the dash board.

Percy flashed me a dazzling, pearly white grin, "Just tell me the way, Annie." I smiled back shyly, blushing at how irresistibly charming he was.

Curse you, hormones.