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Also, I do mention Harry Potter briefly in this chapter so I wanted to just say that I don't own that either.

I realized that not all the songs will have a chapter because the playlist keeps getting bigger and I plan on making this story long, but not huge so on the last chapter when I list all the songs on the playlist, not all of them will have had a chapter.

Anyways, this chapter's song is: It's Only Life by Kate Voegele.

There are some chapters (like this one) where I can't really find a song that fits, and then there are some chapters that there are too many songs to choose from. Oh well.

I'll shut up now because I know you want to read the story and not hear me babble on and on about stuff.


"At the next red light, we make a right turn." My dad said, looking down at the map while my mom drove.

"Okay Jason, I know, you told me two minutes ago. I have a good memory you know." My mom snapped. She was clearly tense and nervous. Mom always liked taking control and not being to things twice so her snapping at dad wasn't unusual, it was how she was sitting. Her shoulders where tight and every inch of her body looked stressed.

"Fine, I'll be quiet, just tell me if you want directions." My dad said. He is such a trooper when it comes to mom. Mom might just be the moodiest person ever, and all dad does is just apologize. He never yells or raises his voice to her, no matter how much she gets upset. He is really the perfect husband.

We drove in silence for a while. I looked at the trees go by. The houses seemed to get bigger and bigger every house we passed. We finally pulled up to big black iron gates. They opened after about a minute, and we drove along a very long driveway until we pulled up to a house. And this house wasn't just any house. It was the largest house I've ever seen. Okay, scratch that, the White House is bigger, it's the second largest house I've ever seen.

My school friends always told me I had the largest house (well, apartment at least), but you could easily fit 20 of my apartments into Percy Jackson and Regina Rhodes' house.

Mom parked the car and we all stepped out. She shot Layla and I one last inspecting look before we rung the doorbell. I could hear it ring through the whole interior of the house.

"Don't worry Lillian, I've got it." I heard someone, most likely Percy, say. Suddenly, the door swung open to reveal Percy Jackson fully dressed in Bermuda shorts and a polo shirt.

"10 minutes early, I wouldn't expect any less of Annabeth Chase." He said as opened the door wider so we could all get inside.

"Yeah, well, I guess some things never change." She said, looking down at the floor. He was right, mom was never lat, and she never was on time either, only early.

"Well, thanks for coming over! Sorry the house is such a mess, just with the divorce… well, things have been split." He said pointing to the blue tape that was exactly in the middle of the house.

"Thanks for having us. We never expected our trip to be this exciting, or that we'd see an old friend on Annabeth's." My dad said stepping in the foyer.

"Sorry Dad! I know you said that you wanted me ready twenty minutes early but ten minutes is okay" A young boy that looked about Layla's age started as he skidded into the room. This had to be Troy, his son. He looked almost just like his father, bright green eyes, and jet-black hair. I always noticed the similarities between them in the photos, but I never realized how much Troy looked like a mini version of his father.

"It's okay Troy, just listen to me more often." Percy Jackson said patting his son's shoulder.

"That's not what mom says. Mom always says don't listen to you're father. Which person am I supposed to listen too?" Troy asked with a sweet and innocent smile.

"Me, because you look more like me and I'm the father. But we'll discuss this later, we have guests." Percy Jackson said out of the corner of his mouth. "Troy, I would like you to meet my old camp friend Annabeth Chase and her family. This is her husband Jason," Percy Jackson gestured towards my dad. "And these are her daughters Ally and Layla. Maybe you could show them your room, the game room, or maybe the movie theater."

"Movie Theater?" Layla squeaked. She was sharing the same thought as me. A movie theater in someone's house! Oh my gosh!

"Yeah, we have a bowling ally too, but that's on mom's side and none of Daddy's guest can go on her side." Troy piped up. "Want to go watch a movie?"

"I'm sure they would love to." My mom said, shooting me a glance.

"Okay Troy, I'll come get you when dinner is ready. Have fun!" Percy Jackson said as he pushed Troy off in a certain direction and Layla and I followed obediently.

I looked around the house while listening to Troy and Layla start up a conversation.

"So, how old are you?" Troy asked Layla.

"I turned ten last September, how old are you?" She asked, I could tell she was about to begin to interrogate him. She gets that from dad. He's a lawyer, so he always asks people tons of questions about themselves until it freaks you out a bit, and Layla does that too. Eventually I'm going to have to stop her, but for now, I'll just listen.

"I turned nine in October." He said, I could tell his confidence sink. He was younger than the two of us, and he was the boy and he lived here so I could tell he felt like he should be at least older than Layla. Ah, men (well, in this case boys).

"So that means that you're in 3rd grade?" Layla said, doing her quick thinking.

"Yeah, and what grade are you in?" He asked, now leading us down a flight of stairs.

"4th." She said proudly. ""Have you had any tests yet?"

"Yeah, we've had some spelling tests, as well as some grammar ones. Oh, and we get quizzed on our times tables." He added with confidence. I remember learning my times tables, wow, I wish I back in third grade and not learning how to graph linear equations.

"Well, in fourth grade you a lot of tests in every subject, so be ready." She said, as he nodded.

"In ninth grade you get tons of homework, tests, projects, and quizzes daily. And you guys think that you're life is hard." I muttered to myself a little to loudly because they heard me and shot me a glance each.

"Anyways, what grades do you get on tests?" Layla asked, folding her hands over her chest.

"I got one B the other day! Dad was so proud! But otherwise I usually get C's and D's. Dad says it's because I'm dyslexic, that means" He began only to be cut of by Layla.

"I know what dyslexic means, I'm dyslexic and I still get A's." Layla said, sticking her head in the air as to show her triumph.

"Layla! Don't be mean!" I said, I had to stop the conversation before she tore him to shreds; she tended to do that sometimes. "So Troy. I'm sorry about your parents getting divorced." We were now in the basement and were walking through a room with a billiard table in it.

"It's okay. It's actually funny to watch Mom and Dad try not to look at each other. Well, Dad doesn't so much, but Mom does. She always stares at him when she thinks that he isn't looking when he is. It's also cool how I'm the only able to use everything in the house." He said with a devilish smile.

"The tape?" I asked.

"Yeah, Mom and Dad can't cross over into each side. The people who clean the house can go on each side but they can't use my parents' stuff. Only do I get to do whatever I want on each side. It's so sweet!" He said as he led us through a room that I guessed was the movie theater. It had a large screen, chairs that looked like the ones in the movie theaters, a wall filled with DVD boxes, and a popcorn machine to complete it.

"Wow." Layla said as she spun herself around the room to make sure to look at everything.

"You guys have like every movie!" I said as I scanned the wall. Every single one of my favorite movies was on this wall.

"Yeah, we get all these free movies from the academy because mom's a member." He said as he sat down in one of the seats. "You guys choose a movie, I've seen most of them."

"You choose Lay, I don't particularly care." I said as I walked around the room until I came across an empty class box. "What was in here?" I asked Troy.

"Oh, mom's Oscar was in there but when they split the house she took it back when Dad got the movie theater." He replied like it was no big deal that his mother had gotten an Oscar. When we were little, Izzy and I used to watch the Oscars and pretend that we got them too. I even remember when Regina Rhodes got her Oscar.

" Ooh, can we watch Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone?" Layla asked as she pulled the movie off the shelf.

"Sure, if you want." He replied as he got up and took the movie from Layla and loaded it into the DVD player.

We all sat in the front row and began to watch the movie. I've seen this movie dozens of times, so I could practically recite the lines to some of the scenes.

"It's not leviosa, it's lev-io-saaaa." Ron said to Harry, when I realized I had to go to the bathroom.

"Hey, where's the bathroom?" I asked.

"Mmmwehovetonsjutlokround." He replied with a ton of popcorn in his mouth. Instead of asking again and getting another un-audible response, I decided to go look for one on my own. Plus, I could've sworn that I saw a bathroom upstairs when we were coming down here.

I managed to find my way out of the basement quickly enough, and found the bathroom faster than I thought I would. I could hear the adults talking about the economy when I walked by.

I heard my dad's phone ring while I washing my hands. "Excuse me, I have to take this." I heard him say to Percy Jackson and my mom, as footsteps got louder to the bathroom. Once he walked by, I walked out.

I was halfway to the basement when I could hear my mom and Percy Jackson's conversation.

"Annabeth…" Percy Jackson began. "It's been so long. Too long."

"Percy, don't start this." My mom said, I could tell she was trying to say it sweetly, but couldn't help but have it be a bit harsh sounding.

"It's fate that we're back together. The fates wanted us to find each other again." He said. Fates? What on earth is he talking about?

"They just wanted us to be friends again Percy. Our lives have changed. You live here, and I in New York. And I'm married, Percy. Marriage, you know, the bond between to people."

"I know what marriage is Annabeth, I just got out of one." He said sighing. I peeked my head into the room that they were in. His head was resting in his hands, and my mom was playing with her hands as she always did when she was nervous. "Annabeth, what happened to us?"

Cliffhanger! Sorry, but I just had to. I know you hate when I do them, but what fun would it be if I didn't do them? Anyways, if I get a lot of reviews (like more than last time), I promise to post another chapter tomorrow. Because the more reviews I get, the more inspired to write I am.

Anyways, I'm very curious what you thought of this chapter. This chapter actually gave me a lot of trouble. I re wrote (like, completely changed it) it three times before I was satisfied with it.

Hm… I think that's all I have to say now. Review please! And thanks so much for reading!

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