A/N: Thanks for the wonderful review I got on the last chapter! Next chapter, here you go!

Chapter 3, Adéles POV – Problematic prom date. And did I mention the friends?

So, let me present this problem for you; you have a date to the prom, but there's NO WAY he can pick you up and take a epic photo in a house you have suffered for years. And if you shall come to his place, well, his mom, half-brother and stepfather would be there. Not a great way to start with on a first date, even though that first date is the school prom.

But, I had to admit, I was looking forward to see his family. Yeah, maybe I'm kind of suicidal. But when I knocked an apartment door in Manhattan, there was a couple of seconds I just wanted to take the subway straight home and miss the whole prom. But, I couldn't just leave Ella on the stage, all by herself.

The door opened, and in the door appeared a women with long, brown hair and with eyes exactly like Percy. She was pretty, and had this aura of being good.

"You must be Adéle!" She said, smiling friendly. "Just come in, Percy is ready in a minute."

"Thank you, Ms. Jackson." I replied, and also returned her smile. I stepped inside the door, and followed her into the living room. But when I saw what waited me in the living room, I almost ran for the door I just come from. There was this huge guy there, two meters tall almost, but of some reason he didn't seem much older than a 10 year old out from his expression. And… sometimes it seemed like he had one eye. But as I blinked, he had two eyes again. Nerves, I told myself.

A different man raised and stepped against us. A middle-aged man I recognized from English class in school. Poor Percy, having his teacher as his stepfather.

"Good evening Mr. Blofis." I said, defeating the urge to stand up and prepare my homework for handing in.

"Just Paul outside school, Adéle." He said, also smiling and lead me to the sofa, and he and Sally, Percy's mother exchanged happy glances. They surely had been talking about me. Next to me in the sofa, there sat an unexpected man. He looked like a older copy of Percy. That's all I need to say, I believe.

"Hello, I'm Percy's father, Poseidon." He said, as he smiled slightly amused and surprised. So, he wasn't the only one in the family called after some Greek. And not the only one who seemed surprised of seeing me.

"Like the sea-God," I said, remembering. "Eartshaker?"

"You're absolutely right." He said, and I became slightly confused. Then as I sat there in silence, there was suddenly voices heard from the hallway.

"What are you doing here?" I heard Percy say.

"What does it seems like we're doing here?" Someone else said. Annabeth. No way.

"I'll say what it seems like.." He threatened.

"Relax Seaweed Brain, we're saving the girl." Another voice said. Oh, Thalia to? Awesome…

"From what?"

"Not saving, just… keeping an eye of things." Grover said. My evening seems shining brighter and brighter. That was sarcastically, if you wonder.

"Hello, Adéle!" Annabeth said as she lead the group, including annoyed Percy, in to the living room.

"Hi, Annabeth…" I said, trying not to sound depressed. Percy looked up, and smiled sheepishly when he saw me. "And Thalia and Grover… hi." I continued as the persons appeared in the living rom. Suddenly, an exited voice roared from behind me and made me jump.

"Friends!" The huge guy bellowed as he ran forward to hug them. Things got stranger and stranger.

"Annabeth, Thalia, Goat-boy!" I stared at Percy.

"Um, this is my half-brother, Tyson." I nodded slightly.

Tyson turned around and looked at me. For a moment, I was a little scared, but he just came forward to me and smiled.

"Pretty girl in Calypso's dress!" He laughed and gave me as well a bone crashing hug.

"Careful, my boy." Percy's father, Poseidon said. I didn't understand a thing. If Tyson was his, why was he here with the rest of the family, with Percy's stepfather? There were so many things I wanted to ask him, but clearly, I wasn't allowed to have some alone-time with my date tonight.

I looked up at Percy again, and noticed for the first time that he did look handsome in a suit as well as in normal, high school clothes. And in his hands was a corsage. A beautiful, almost shining flower that seemed to be made out of pure moonlight.

"We'll be waiting in the car," Grover said finally, pulling the girls out again after hasty goodbyes to the grownups.

After a little awkward silence, Ms. Jackson pulled out her camera and smiled at us.

"Come on, I need pictures of you!"

I shoot a glance at Percy, who seemed to want to sink deep down in the floor and never reach surface again. In clear words; he looked exactly like I felt. Embarrass.

"Mom…" He started, complaining.

But she only waved his hands away and pulled me up of the coach to stand beside him. I didn't exactly felt like the Queen of England as I stood there in front of his whole, though funny mixed, family.

Percy handed me the corsage, and though my hands shivered a bit, I managed to not ruin my dress. It looked very nice to my mother's dress actually. The dress was cream-white, made in Greek style. Not a "inspired" copy, but it really looked like a dress you could be seen in two thousand years ago. I had only made small changes to it, like making it a little shorter, giving it a more modern edge. I had also braided my caramel-colored here for the occasion, and along with the wonderful corsage, I think I could pass as a Greek girl. Maybe I even looked like my name sister, Calypso?

The thought made me smile, and Percy, while blushing and making me blush, smiled back.

So, when the pictures was taken and everything was done, we finally made it out of the door. Just that, in the car, Grover, Thalia and Annabeth was waiting for us. Happy moment.

"So, did the pictures get nice?" Grover asked. Both Thalia and Annabeth was scowling at me.

Percy shoot him an irritated glance and got behind the wheel. Other than that, he ignored him and turned to me.

"So, what was all that about dress rehearsal?" He asked.

"Oh, I and Ella are going to perform tonight." I looked down.

"Cheerleading? Splits and short skirts, Am I right?" Annabeth asked irritated.

"No," I said defensibly. "We're going to sing." I noticed Percy's surprise.

"I didn't know you sang." He said.

I shrugged.

"What are you singing?" Grover asked.

"Can't say, sorry. Ella is going to go crazy if I do." I explained.

He nodded, completely willing to accept the "Ella going crazy" part.