A/N: Hey guys, this is my third chapter today and I really hope you guys like it. It is still far from finished. Thank you for all of your wonderful reviews.

Nico's POV

I woke up at around 6:30 the next morning. After the party last night, I could hardly sleep. I don't know why but I was just not tired. Anyway, I woke up and I went to the bathroom in my cabin. I sort of brushed my long, shaggy, black hair after I took a shower. I put on a fresh pair of black jeans, a black shirt, and some black sneakers. I went over to the Poseidon cabin after I was finished dressing. I went into Percy's room and looked around for him. He wasn't there, or in his room, or in the bathroom. I went into Macey's room and looked for him there. I went into her bathroom and living room. Where the heck was Percy? I slowly opened the door to Macey's room. Percy wasn't in there either. Since Macey was like my best friend and I hope she feels the same way about me, I decided to scare her. She was asleep and looked really peaceful when I got down like two inches from her face and screamed, "BOO!" Her eyes snapped open and apparently that really scared her because she punched me right in the eye. After she blinked a few times, and registered who I was, she sat up and looked at me like I was crazy.

"NICO DI ANGELO, I AM GONNA KILL YOU!" she practically yelled at me. I could tell she wasn't really mad, but I kinda felt bad that she had yelled at me. Gods Nico, don't screw up this friendship, it's the only one you've got aside from Percy and Annabeth.

"Sorry Nico," she said. "You really scared me though."

"Ha, it was pretty funny though," I laughed.

She shot me a glare that softened when I gave her a hurt look.

"But seriously Nico, why are you here?" she asked.

"Well," I started, "I was looking for your dumb, big brother, but apparently he has somewhere to be this early in the morning."

"Nico, how early is it?" she asked me.

"Er... around 6:45," I mumbled.

She looked shocked, "Nico! It's a Saturday! Breakfast isn't until 8:30. What the heck are we supposed to do for the next two hours?"

"Erm, I don't know. You wanna talk?" I asked hesitantly.

"Umm, okay I guess..." She said uneasily. She motioned for me to sit on the other side of the bed. I sat down and looked at her.

"So," she started to ask. "What would you like to know."

"What about your family?" I asked.

She tensed up. I now knew that this was a touchy subject for her. She sighed.

"Macey, you're my best friend. You're gonna have to tell me sometime," I told her.

"Yeah. Okay. Fine. I'll tell you. My mom was a mortal, obviously, and she could see through the mist. When I was about six, this man came over to our house. He said he was a salesman for makeup, but my mom knew what he really was. That man was a monster. Before my mom opened the door for him, she ran to me, picked me up, and took me to the roof. She left me there and when I found my way down to our room, I found my mother's dead body and..." she trailed off. I saw a tear run down her face. She continued anyway. "and I called the police then ran away. I lived on my own until I was well, fourteen. I used to live in Montana actually, but I started getting impulses to cross the country toward Florida. Then, I started hearing a voice in my head. It was a man's voice and it kept telling me that it was my father. Eventually, after about five years, he told me that he was Poseidon, god of the sea. That's how I ended up here."

"Wow." I said. That's all I could say. She had a seriously traumatic childhood. I mean so did I, but I had Bianca.

She looked at me, "You're the first person I have ever told this secret to."

"Not even Percy knows this?!" I ask/yelled.

She laughed. "Nope. Not even Percy. And thanks for having me tell you this. I feel much better."

I smiled at her. She grabbed some stuff out of her drawer and left to take a shower. I thought for a minute about her life and then went to go watch TV in her living room. When she came out of the bathroom, she was wearing sea foam green shorts and a light pink t-shirt with her brown hair in a side braid. She seemed shocked that I was still here. She looked at the clock.

"Hey, we should go to breakfast soon." she told me.

I nodded, "Okay."

She put on a pair of white converse like mine, only white, and we headed to breakfast. We walked in silence to the dining pavilion.

Ta-da! Chapter 6 guys! 919 words. I hope you like it and I hope you guys like Macey's past. Thank you for reading. Please comment and favorite and all that junk. Thank you so much for your support! :)