Chapter 5

A/N: Yay for reviews! I love y'all so much:)

Thanks for all the suggestions, especially the ones from rudi98, who gives me ideas almost every chapter!

Now remember, these kids are half god. They're all pretty darn good looking.:)

Do you guys like 3rd Person? That's what this chapter is, and I really like writing it:)

Oh, and there's some Chris/Clarisse fluffy-ness in here. I hate how people think that Clarisse doesn't have feelings... She's probably one of my favorite PJO characters.

This is Tuesday, by the way, and the mortals leave on Saturday.

~I'm just a line breaker, don't mind me...~

3RD PERSON- SWORD SHED

Clarisse and Chris were sitting on the floor of the sword shed, taking inventory of the weapons.

Clarisse broke the silence, "Your mom doesn't like me."

Chris mentally groaned. 'Of course, she'd bring this up.' Chris' mother was a socialite, and a trophy wife to her new husband, Johnathon. Mrs. Rodriguez's idea of the perfect girl for Chris to date was a polite young lady, who had manners, and came from money.

Clarisse wasn't that. And that's what Chris loved about her.

Chris knew that lying and flattery wouldn't get him anywhere with his girlfriend, "Um... Yeah. She has this picture in her mind of me dating a millionaire's daughter or something."

She nodded and said gruffly, "And I'm not one."

Chris reached for Clarisse's hand, "So, what? Why do you care what my mother thinks?"

Just because Clarisse didn't show it, didn't mean that she didn't have insecurities just like any other girl. She knew that Mrs. Rodriguez didn't like her, and for some reason that bothered her.

Clarisse sighed, "Why do you even like me? I'm not nice, or pretty, or girly."

Chris squeezed her hand, "I don't just like you, babe, I love you. And you're nice to me, and to the people you care about. I don't want a girly girl; I like my women fierce and violent. Clarisse, you're beautiful, stop doubting it. We've been together for what, three years? I wouldn't still be here if I didn't love you."

He pulled her up from the ground, leading her out of the shed, "Come on, let's go on a walk."

~I'm just a line breaker, don't mind me...~

IN THE POSEIDON CABIN WITH THE MORTALS

Sally was typing up her latest novel, not even noticing the chaos going on in the cabin. Bobby and Matthew were running around, kicking luggage, and scattering belongings. Karen was accusing Frederick of forgetting to pack her makeup bag, and Alisa Rodriguez was complaining loudly about Clarisse, telling anyone who would listen about a girl she was desperate to get Chris to meet.

Suddenly, Paul, who was trying -and failing- to take a nap, sat up in his bed, yelling,

"ENOUGH. Bobby, Matthew, go run around somewhere else! Mrs. Chase, I'm sure Mr. Chase didn't mean to forget your make up, but we're at a camp, you look fine! Alisa, please, stop complaining about Chris' girlfriend. If he wants to date Clarisse, that's his business! Now, I'm trying to go to sleep, so please just go bother your children if you can't be quiet!"

Sally, shocked by her husband's outburst, raised a questioning eyebrow. Paul just shook his head, sighing, and lied down in the bed.

Matthew and Bobby sat down on a bed, looking in the drawers of the nightstand beside it, deciding that if they couldn't run around like demigods on caffeine, they'd snoop around in Percy's stuff.

Inside they found dozens of pictures. Some of Thalia, Nico the Stolls, Lexi, Percy's parents, but mostly; Annabeth. There were pictures of her kissing Percy, smiling, sticking her tongue out at the camera, studying, dancing, and even one of her eating cereal.

The boys flipped through the pictures, trying to decide if Percy was either a stalker, or just loved taking pictures of Annabeth. They preferred the second option.

"Dad!" Matthew called, "Come here!"

Mr. Chase walked over to his sons, "What?"

"Look at Percy's pictures. Almost all of them are of Annabeth," Bobby called.

Frederick flipped through the pictures, laughing occasionally. He'd never seen his daughter look so happy. Some of the emotions portrayed in these photographs, he'd never witnessed.

Sally came walking up behind them, "What are you loo- ...Oh," She smiled. Percy was obsessed with taking pictures of Annabeth. Once, she'd asked him why, and his reply was,

"Sometimes I need something to remind me that it's all real, and not some elaborate dream."

One of his walls at home was plastered with pictures of his friends, camp, Tyson, but mostly Annabeth. It was a strange cross between creepy and cute.

~I'm just a line breaker, don't mind me...~

Connor was sprawled out on his bed, dozing in and out of sleep. His mother had been nagging him ever since she'd seen the state of the Hermes cabin. She was neat and orderly, and Connor... Well, Connor and Travis were not. At all.

A loud knock on the door awoke Connor from his slumber, and he fell of his bunk, the floor muffling the loud "OMPH" that came out of his mouth.

Connor scrambled up, wiping some drool off his face, quickly opening the door. He was surprised to be met with the face of one Tate Burke.

Connor straightened up, "Mr. Burke! Um... Hi."

The older man chuckled, "Hello Connor. I'd like to talk to you about Lexia."

Connor gulped, he'd been dreading this all week, "Sure. I'd invite you in, but it's really messy... We could go down to the arena."

Tate nodded, following the curly haired boy down to the arena. As they sat down, Connor sighed,

"So, uh... What about Lexi?"

Mr. Burke smiled, "Do you love her?"

Connor nodded quickly, "More than anything."

"Why do you love her?"

Connor now had a dopey grin on his face, "Her laugh, and she's smart, funny, seriously beautiful, and she's just... Lexi. She's so proud of who she is."

The corners of Tate's mouth twitched, "Sounds good to me. How'd you two meet?"

Connor snickered, "Travis and I had just pranked the Aphrodite cabin. She came up and started critiquing us, and telling us how we could have made it better."

~I'm just a line breaker, don't mind me...~

"Leo..." Reyna sighed, "You should've known that pranking the Athena cabin wouldn't end well."

Leo had been freaking out, ever since Chiron had left his punishment in Annabeth's hands. Knowing Annabeth, she'd wait until he was most vulnerable, then attack.

"I know... But the opportunity was too good to pass up! I'm flipping out, Reyna!"

Reyna grabbed his hand, "Chill, Flame Boy. You're smoking."

Leo examined his arm, which was indeed smoking.

"Besides, there's a small chance that Annabeth might not kill you. Do something to get on her good side... Build her a laptop! She was complaining about how slow Daedalus' had gotten!"

Leo's eyes lit up, and he ran out the door, giving his girlfriend a light peck on the way out.

~I'm just a line breaker, don't mind me...~

A/N: Urg. This is short too.

GIMEE IDEAS. It's only Tuesday (In the story), and I need about 3 or 4 ideas per day!

Like, I'm not kidding. I have officially lost all ideas I had. This is going in it's own weird, but slightly entertaining direction, and I'm just kinda going with the flow.

I need funny, random things that happen on a day to day basis. And I need you to explain what you mean. Some people have PMed me saying: You should do a quest.

Or, 'A monster should attack.'

I'm kinda slow... I need more details and motivation. :)

Enough complaining.

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I love you guys,

Lexia