"And I swear the look on her face was priceless. She was so confused and even after when she was completely pissed at us and screaming her head off, it was so worth it just for that one moment," Connor was telling my family, much to their amusement. Basically dinner had turned into an "oh-we-missed-out-on-so-much-of-her-childhood-so-w hy-not-have-her-friend-share-every-embarrassing-me mory-of-her" and, no, I was not enjoying even a second of it.

I swear if looks could kill Connor would be dead, having been ripped to shreds and fed to Cerberus, and that's one of my more mild plans.

"Oh my gosh, Brooke, do you remember that time when you were dared to shove that button up your nose when you were like 7, I think?

Yes, even Annabeth had decided to join in on the let's-relive-Brooke's-horribly-embarrassing-childh ood conversation that was going around.

"No," I replied curtly, hoping she would get the hint. Of course, being the genius she is, she completely missed everything I was trying to convey to her. Looks like Connor won't be the only one dying tonight.

"Really? Oh gods, it was so funny, because you couldn't get it out and then a few days later you were laughing so hard that you snorted it into Andrew's soup! He was so disgusted he wouldn't talk to you for the entire week!"

Connor, whom I had managed to keep this story hidden from until now, was laughing even harder now, tears even falling from his eyes, and I knew this would not be the last time I was hearing of this. He was only a few laughs a way from rolling on the floor in complete hysterics. In fact, hysterical laughter could be heard from everyone at the table as they found amusement in every single mortifying life experience of mine that the others could think up to share.

As the laughter began to die down, I said, "So as much fun as this has been, truly so much fun," at this point Connor smiled cheekily and winked at me, "could we please move on to the next topic before this dinner officially goes down into history as the most awkward and embarrassing dinner ever? I'm sure you have about exhausted your supply of humiliating Brooke stories anyways."

"Exhausted?" Connor scoffed. "Darling, I've barely even gotten started."

"Well quit before you fall farther behind," I snapped back, "And never, ever call me darling ever again."

"As you wish, darling," he retorted with a smirk, but one look was all it took to wipe that smug grin off his face.

"Oh, Connie," I sighed, "You are so going to regret that."

Naturally, he glared at me and stuck his tongue out like the two year old he truly was. Everyone else watched our interaction with the kind of amusement often shown to small children.

I knew by this point that the impression I was making on my family was less than stellar. I started with slutty outfits and now I've reverted back to a childlike state. Just great, I know. It was confusing to say the least.

Dinner was finally over, gratefully. I wasn't sure how much longer I could handle reliving those childhood memories I tried so hard to keep buried. I know everyone has their fair share of embarrassing stories, but mine just keep coming and coming, with no end in sight. And of course, there were always witnesses around to capture these moments and use as blackmail material for years to come. That awkward phase that everyone goes through but eventually comes out of it, well, I am perpetually stuck in it.

"Brookie," Connor whined.

"Connie," I whined right back, only for him to shoot me a mock glare.

Percy, Annabeth, Connor, and I were hanging out in the living room. Or I should say, Connor and I were hanging out. Percy and Annabeth were in their own little world and while they hadn't started sucking each other's faces off, we all knew it was inevitable.

When he realized whining wasn't going to accomplish anything, he resorted to his idea of the next best thing: poking me.

"I'm still mad at you know, so I don't think poking me is your best idea!"

Connor looked torn between pissing me off further by making the poking innuendo I knew he was dying to make or resisting and keeping me somewhat happy. Knowing the danger he faced if I were pissed off though, he settled on the latter and replied with a shocked, "Me?! Whatever did I do?" clutching his hand to his heart with mock pain.

"Whatever can I do to make it up to you my darling?"

"How about not calling me darling?"

"But, darl-," a death glare cut him off abruptly, "Brooke, I'll do whatever it takes to win your forgiveness!" He shouted this out as if it were some grand declaration. That was bad enough but what made it worse was that in that time, he had gotten on one knee and clasped his hands together, as if begging me for my good grace.

Percy and Annabeth even snapped out of it long enough to notice the spectacle unfolding before them.

"Connor," Percy said, "Why are you proposing to my sister?"

"Because I'm madly in love with her and I can't bear to think of a day I have to live apart from her," Connor stated plainly, as if it were obvious. "Duh."

"Works for me, just don't expect any help planning the wedding from me," Percy replied, as if this were totally normal.

"You act like that's a possibility. My standards are so much higher than that," I scoffed indignantly.

"Yeah I get it," Connor sighed seriously, to my surprise.

"I was just kidding." Well I wouldn't actually marry him, but… I didn't mean it offensively!

"No you weren't," he sighed again. "You wouldn't want to marry me because then you'd have to be Travis's step-sister."

I laughed. "That's only half the problem. Brooke Stoll is not a cute name."

"Then I guess I'll just have to settle for being your sexy lover on the side when your husband bores you," he said with a devilish smirk that I promptly slapped off. Git.

I have no excuse for taking so long to update but I hope you can forgive me! I wrote this chapter after a review from cupcake5 really gave me the swift kick off my ass I needed, so thank cupcake5! The ending took me a really long time though, so sorry again, but leave a review and tell me what you think!