Hola, mi amigos! I know, you probably hate me for taking a whole month to write the second chapter, but this was my system: Step 1, get an idea. Step 2, try to write it down. Step 3, forget the idea. Step 4, get frustrated. Step 5, get distracted. Repeat. In fact, I got the idea for the chapter (for the fifteenth time that week) I got up and sprinted to my laptop to start writing it down before I forgot it (which startled my parents XD)

Sorry if Annabeth is OOC in this chapter, but you wouldn't be acting like your normal self when your best friend/crush is thought to be dead, would you?

Also, a big shout-out to I am a naiad glad to serve u and . for helping me figure out how to post a new chapter on here!

Now onto the story :3

Disclaimer: If I owned Percy Jackson and the Olympians or its characters, this wouldn't be a FAN fiction, would it?

After that explosion, everything was a blur.

I only vaguely remember telling Hephaestus what happened and returning to Camp Half-Blood. I wanted to believe that Percy escaped, that he had somehow gotten out of trouble like he always does. I prayed to all the gods that he would be alright, but after seeing the Mt St Helens eruption on the news, even I knew it was hopeless.

Two weeks.

That was how long Percy had been gone.

I'd like to say I was strong throughout these two weeks, but the truth is I couldn't stop crying. My life is crazy. Everything around me is constantly changing, and I've always wanted to have something in my life that isn't changing all the time.

And that thing was Percy. Through all the years I've known him, he's barely changed at all. He's still the same goofy, loyal and, let's not forget, stubborn Percy he was when he was twelve. The only thing that has changed about him is he's more mature (well, sometimes) and more of a leader. But there was something else about him, and I didn't realize what it was until it was too late.

Yes, I have...had... a crush on Percy Jackson. There, I said it. Sue me.

"Annabeth?" Malcolm's voice interrupted my thoughts, "It's time for the...you know."

He was careful not to say funeral.

I didn't want to go; even though there was no way Percy could have escaped the explosion, the funeral seemed to make it much more real. But I owed it to Percy.

Everybody at Camp Half-Blood was there, even the kids from the Ares cabin (No doubt Chiron made them). I tried my best to keep my tears back as Chiron talked.

"We're here today to honor Percy Jackson, who gave his life to save his friend," I was now finding it really hard to keep myself from crying. "Since we have no body of proof, we can only assume he's dead. After so long a silence, it is unlikely our prayers will be answered. I have asked his best surviving friend to do the honors."

That was my cue. I got up and walked to the flames, and looked down at the shroud. It was sea green - the same color as his eyes - with a dark green trident embroidered on it. It was beautiful; Percy probably wouldn't have let me burn it.

I sighed and laid it down on the flames. I took a deep breath and turned to face everyone. I was not going to break down in front of everyone.

"He was probably the bravest friend I've ever had. He . . ." I noticed someone standing in the doorway. My eyes widened, "He's right there!"

He looked horrible. His hair was singed at the ends and even messier than usual. He'd clearly lost a lot of weight and looked exhausted. But here he was, very much alive.

Everybody turned around to see what I was looking at. Some gasped.

"Percy!" Beckendorf yelled as people crowded around Percy.

The relief I felt a few seconds ago was quickly replaced by anger. A million questions were going through my mind. I decided to start with the most important one.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" I shouted, plowing through other campers and tackling him with a bear hug that almost knocked him over. I was suddenly aware of everyone staring at us and pulled away. "I-we thought you were dead, Seaweed Brain!"

"I'm sorry," he stuttered. "I got lost."

"LOST?" two weeks, TWO WEEKS, he's been missing and that's the explanation I get? "Two weeks, Percy? Where in the world-"

"Annabeth," Chiron interrupted me. "Perhaps we should discuss this somewhere more private, shall we? The rest of you, back to your normal activities!"

Once we were at the Big House, Percy told us his story.

There you go! I might change the ending or add more on, but it was 11 at night when I finished so I just left it there. What do you think?

By the way, you know how in the first chapter I said that if you reviewed my story it would make my day? Well, I wasn't kidding. This is how excited I got when I saw my first reviews: (I swear on the River Styx I'm not exaggerating!)

So I was checking my emails on my phone before getting out of bed (yes, I do that) the morning after I published the first chapter, and saw two emails from . I read the reviews and (I kid you not!) I got so excited I ran downstairs and shoved my phone into my moms face going, "I got a review! I got a review! I got a review! I got a review! I got a review! Look look look!"

Yes... Getting reviews really makes me that happy... Even now I grin every time I get a review notification. Sad, right?

Anyway, hope you liked it! Please review and tell me what you think! :D