Jason's POV

"Oh gods. This is heavy!" I complained as I moved a box off of a table in Percy's mom's house. "What is in here?"

"I dunno," Percy shrugged from the opposite side of the table. "It's my mom and Paul's stuff." Paul and Sally had moved into their own house about a year ago. They were having a yard sale, and the Seven had been roped into helping. Percy and I were sent to the basement to grab a table to set clothes on. The rest of the Seven were getting lunch at a fast food restaurant.

I set the last box on the ground and turned to Percy. "Let's fold the table up and haul it upstairs."

Percy nodded, and we flipped the table upside-down to fold in the legs. After a few moments of pushing and pulling the metal legs, the table still hadn't collapsed.

"Dude, why isn't this folding?" I asked Percy.

"Fold folding table!" Percy shouted at the table. "You're not an unfolding table, so fold!" He punched the metal legs, only resulting in a bruised hand.

"You would really think the heroes of this era would be able to figure out how to fold a table," I commented.

"I'll call my mom," Percy decided. "It is her table after all."

"Good idea. You have your phone?" Percy had gotten a phone just for the sole purpose of texting Annabeth when she was at school.

"Yeah, it's in my jacket." Percy opened his jacket and checked the pockets, coming up empty handed. "Oops. Must have left it in the kitchen. You don't have a phone, do you?"

"Nah. Attracts too many monsters."

"Great," Percy groaned. "We are stuck with an evil table and no phone!" He started to pound his head against the table.

"Um, Percy?" I interrupted his head-banging session. "There's a wall phone behind you."

"Oh, oh right. Now I feel like an idiot."

"Annabeth doesn't call you Seaweed Brain for nothing."

"Shut up," Percy mumbled as he dialed a number into the wall phone. He put the phone against his ear and waited for his mother to pick up.

A few seconds later, the song I Love It by Icona Pop randomly started blaring. I looked around the basement, trying to locate the source of the music. Percy glanced down, confused, at his pant's pocket. He pulled a sleek black phone out of it.

"Dude!" I yelled to Percy. "Your phone was in your pant's pocket!"

"Oops," Percy grinned sheepishly.

"By the way, what's with the ringtone? I didn't picture you as an Icona Pop person."

Percy blushed. "Leo set it, and I can't figure out how to change it!" We were silent for a moment, then Percy muttered at the wall phone. "Mother! Pick up! Oh, wait. I should probably answer my phone." He opened his phone and answered it. "Hello?"

"Hello?" The wall phone answered at the same time. Percy looked bewildered at both the phones. "Jason! What is happening?!"

"Jason! What is happening?!" The wall phone shouted back.

"Ahh!" Percy screamed.

"Ahh!" The wall phone screamed.

"Percy!" I got his attention. "Stop! The phones aren't possessed! You called yourself!" I face-palmed then started chuckling. "You called yourself!"

"Dude! Shut it!" Percy blushed and hung up the phones. I was still laughing, clutching my stomach.

"Y-you... called... yourself!" Percy caught my case of the giggles, and started laughing with me.

We were still laughing by the time the others arrived at the house. Sally came down to the basement to check on us.

"Boys?" She questioned. "Where's the table?"

"The real question you should be asking is how Percy managed to talk to himself and not know it!" I grinned. This is made Percy and I erupt in another fit of laughter. Sally looked at us quizzically before calling up the stairs.

"ANNABETH! PIPER! Come down here and help your boyfriends! They seem to have lost their minds!"