I'm still surprised some of you guys are so faithful to this story. I mean, most people would have given up. That does actually mean alot and really helped me going. On that note, let me apologize for not updating this for so long. I've had many, many, many issues come up in my life that I'd rather not get into detail with, and I lost chances to write or lost inspiration. I've been working on this chapter for a while, so reviews and thoughts would be appriciated.

Another reason was because I went back and read the story, and I realized there are alot of continuity errors.

So, some changes are ordered by my dictators.

1) Percy is just going to be in his own cabin from now on.

2) Yeah, Percy knows he's the son of Poseidon. Live with it.

3) Eh... something else. Not sure what.

Luke's warm grip on Percy's hand could be what kept him moving forward, something pushed him. He couldn't let go of the older boy's soft hand.

"Luke, come on, this is crazy." said Percy, laughing.

In his head were a series of thoughts over what the next few minutes could be, but for now the main thing on his mind was the fact that Chiron could either know they were in the forest or eventually find out. But the risk wasn't pulling him back.

"Percy, I don't get any moments with you during the day. It's the evening and, well, I want you." Luke explained.

"Fine, I'll wrap myself up and leave myself at your cabin door."

"Shut up."

Luke stopped dead in his tracks and examined his surroundings. The soft wind blew threw Percy's brown hair. A stream rolled just feet away, which he eyed curiously. What would Poseidon think of this? Well, chances are he already knew, but still, would there be dissipointment? Surprise?

The thoughts were cancelled when a pair of hands grabbed his hips and pulled him forward.

"Now..." began Luke. "What I've been waiting all day for."

The boy's pairs of lips connected. For a moment, the world faded away. But still, Percy stepped back.

"Maybe this isn't a smart idea." he confessed.

A sigh escaped from Luke.

"Percy. Seriously? What are you so freaked out about?"

"It's just, I don't want to make a bad-"

"I've been here for years. And I know how this place works. Stop getting paranoid, it'll be fine." he explained. "Besides, why would I take you somewhere dangerous?"

True. He did have a soft spot for this place at the same time. Him and Luke had teamed up here for capture the flag a few weeks back, which may have had an affect on where they were now. Behind him, the water sparkled. It seemed much... brighter than usual. More calm and peaceful.

"Percy?" asked Luke. He leaned back against a tree, as if he was waiting for something.

"Well, I mean, do we have to just make out?"

"Where else are we gonna do it at?"

"In... my cabin?" suggested Percy.

"Eh... I suppose, but you know, thats a risk." said Luke.

"How?"

"If Chiron found out... we could... well, there will be consequences, I can tell you." Luke told him.

Percy breathed in.

"Alright. We can figure this out later."

"Good."

"Good."

"But," said Luke. "While we are here..."

He pulled Percy close once again and kissed him softly. Their faces, only inches apart, froze in time. The tree behind them ruffled in the wind and through the boys hair. Honestly, it just couldn't get any more perfect. Leaves fell and hit the ground softly around them as Percy moved forward and held Luke tightly.

"I don't want to ever leave this moment." said Percy.

"Percy... you're more than I could ever ask for, you know that? I'm just so... thankful for you. Finally something positive happens in my life."

He smiled at Luke. Obviously it seemed like any comeback wouldn't be better than that.

The two were looking up at the sky, sitting back on the ground.

Night had come, and the stars over the camp shone brighter than the New York City lights, miles away. The air had become signifcantly cooler that it had been just an hour ago, and soft music from the cam hummed in the air behind them.

"What do you think people would say if they found out about us?" asked Percy.

The familiar answer of silence followed.

"I don't know, Percy. It's kinda hard to answer that..."

"But you've come out to someone, haven't you?"

The same answer.

"Luke?"

"I think some people have their typical suspicions, but no real 'coming out', you know?"

"Oh, okay." Percy said. He didn't think much of it after that in depth, but the basic thought remained in his head. Luke? The master at romance (or so it seemed), had yet to come out to anyone? It had never crossed his mind he could be just by himself with this... wow. This must have made life even tougher than before.

"Maybe we should be getting back..." said Luke, sitting up. Maybe a nerve had been struck.

"Alright." Percy agreed, not wanting to start anything with him. Of course, he'd lose.

Luke stood up and held out his hand for Percy, who soon got to his feet. They held hands until the familar lights of the camp rejoined their vision, and their hands suddenly fell back onto their sides.

They stolled like anyone else would, slowly across the grass. Few campers were around, most had either retired to their cabins or were out doing other things. The movement of their feet had stopped once they reached the door to the Poseidon cabin.

"Goodnight." said Luke, smiling.

"Goodnight." said Percy, letting out a giggle.

No kiss. No hug. Not even a "how do you do" kind of handshake. He just turned and left. Percy's hand gripped the door handle, and he pushed his way inside. Why did something so small as saying goodbye matter so much to him?

Percy's POV:

Waking with a start tends to get old really fast, especially when it might as well your 30th time doing it.

I looked around my oh-so familiar surroundings. The fountain, moving fish, original bed frame, everything around me was so familiar, but in my head, it was so different. A part of me was hoping that these visions were just fake. That nothing would really be coming of it, and it would eventually die down. But still, I had that familiar feeling that I was dead wrong.

The next morning is what you would call typical. Campers started their daily activities, getting their physicality in before the dawn even completed. But of course, the only thing on my mind at this time was Annabeth. And good, of course. Good food. So, my trip to the mess hall was better than usual. This morning, my legs weren't shaking, I wasn't in a fear of what was going on around me. If anything, the dream last night had soothed me. I felt... pleased. Like I could do anything I needed to do. But once again, Annabeth came into my mind, and that thought quickly diminished.

I couldn't be mad at her for her reaction. That would just be idiotic. Everyone suspected she had feelings for me, heck, it even crossed my mind quite a bit. And by that, I mean almost every time I thought about her. But I just hoped she could forgive me just for not being what she wanted. But of course she had excellent timing.

"Hey." said a familiar voice, behind me.

I turned to face her. Her golden hair was dropped down under her face, and she looked a wreak. Almost as if she had just rolled out of bed, onto the floor, down a hill and into the lake, then cleaned up into the shower and failed to do her hair after. Or just messy.

"Hey..." I said back. I scooted over to make room for her, but she sat on the opposite side of me instead. I wonder if she did that on purpose.

"So, are we finally going to talk?" I asked.

She just nodded.

"I think we need to." she said. "Do you want to start?"

I guess I should have started, but I really wasn't sure what I was supposed to say.

"Why should I start? I'm not the one who freaked out."

"But you're the one who's-"

"Don't say it." I told her. She was silent for a second.

"I'm sorry." she said. "But I don't really know how to deal with this without things going wrong..."

"Yeah, I get it..." I told her.

"What do I do, Percy?" she asked me.

"Maybe accept me and shizz?" I suggested. Casually, of course.

"Look, I'm all for the 'Somewhere over the rainbow' support, it's just... this is a hell of a lot on me, Percy. Zeus knows so."

I couldn't disagree with her there. This entire situation had to be a lot on her. I mean, everyone rumored that she had feelings for me, around the camp, around the camp fire, around the camp mess hall, around the camp lake... either I was into gossip or I really needed to get out of this camp more often.

"But you're still my best friend." she said. "Can you accept that, Seaweed brain?"

"Sure, but where does that leave us?" I asked her.

"I need time to think..." she explained to me.

My response was silence. Annabeth was best friend, but still... she needed time to think? What was there to actually think about? Whether or not she even wanted to be my friend anymore? How I was a disgrace to the gods or something? Who knows. Maybe even in Poseidon's eyes, I was... it was even to difficult to think about.

"Think about what?" I asked. Maybe it came out a little more forceful than I had anticipated.

"Well, I mean, what to do, Percy. Having a gay person as a best friend is really odd-"

"Odd?" I nearly yelled. "I'm the same guy, Annabeth! Why can't you see that? Is your head empty or something?"

Uh oh. I knew right off that bat saying that was a mistake. Her eyes went from wonderfully gray to full of rage. If I didn't know any better, I'd be ducking on the ground and crawling away, because it looked as if she was going to strike me. She pulled out her knife from her back pocket and, in seconds, was in battle position. NEVER insult a child of Athena's intelligence. This would be a good example as to why it never gets you to good places.

"Come on, Jackson, fight!" she screamed at me.

"Look, Annabeth-"

And just like that, I was lying on the ground with blood spewing from my cheek. I didn't even realize it until I could see the puddle forming on the grass below me. I pulled myself back up, filled with rage myself. I didn't care if other campers were even taking notice or not, but she really upset me. The water from the fountain next to us began to rise, and in seconds, struck Annabeth, sending her flying back onto the grass.

"Don't mess with me, Annabeth! I told you-"

Out of no where, I was caught in her grip. She threw me on the ground and pointed her knife right at my neck.

"How about you don't mess with me, huh?" she said.

She walked away as I gave her the most hateful look that came to my face.

"Come on, Annabeth!" I said, getting up from the ground, following her. She didn't even look back as I called her name.

"Annabeth, please!"

"PLEASE WHAT?" she screamed in my face.

"STOP ACTING LIKE A CHILD, MAYBE!" I screamed back. "You and I both know that you're full of anger right now."

"Yeah, directed at you. Maybe it's better if we didn't talk, Percy."

"What?"

"My mother hates your father. We need to keep it that way."

And just like that, she walked away. No goodbye. Not even a wave. I stood there, alone, watching a soaked Annabeth walk back to her cabin. I turned around to see quite a few campers surrounding us, looking down at me with disappointment or excitement. Once I got to me feet, I simply stomped off to my cabin. Today was not the day to take any of their speeches on how to be a good camper.

On arriving, the door slammed behind me, and I fell onto my bed and screamed as hard as I could, the sound echoing around the room.

Tears began to drop from my cheeks and soak the blankets under me. My wrists lie in front of me, marks where they had been cut in battle and even, though I'm certainly not proud of it, by myself. Life recently had been a killer. There was nothing left to do now but wait for her, and even wait for more answers from the one he had been waiting for.

Sorry if you all find this chapter so short, I'm building it all up for the next chapter. Thank you SO much for staying with me guys, it's been difficult recently, and I do want to get back into the next story. Next chapter will be amazing, I promise. :)