So, CHAPTER 20! WOO HOO! SHAZAM! And, as I am writing this author's note, I'm watching Lilo and Stitch. Stitch is just plain awesome. Lilo is cool too. She is an avid user of voo doo magic. Favorite line is next.

Stitch: ALOHA!

Captain Gantu: You're vile! You're foul. You're flawed!

Stritch: Also cute and fuffy!

*Captain Gantu is currently being thrown out of his spaceship window by Stitch.*

Ah, I love that line...Off topic. But I am planning on doing an important chapter in Tristan's POV for Chapter 21, so this is a chapter leading up to it and clears it out. Bye!

-SAVE THE NARGLES

I was not at ease, things were tense with mine and Piper's friendship, but at least we were in Texas now. But I realized that our friendship is pained, but I think both of us want it to become more. Maybe it also was that we were getting closer to the place where my life fell apart. Still, feeling VERY stressed.

I drove though El Paso when Piper woke up. She smiled and yawned as we passed though.

"Mornin'." She said, as she rn her hands though her hair. Her hair grow fast. It was only to her chin when we started our road trip. Now it covered her neck and was really curly. When it was choppy and short, it was really straight. Changing hair type, must be from her mother. She pulled it into a ponytail and leaned back. Her hair was glossy in the sunlight.

"How are you?" I asked. Yay for stupid question.

"I need to start keeping watch. I feel guilty for leaving you like this, being a chaffur, me being treated like a princess."

But she is like a princess, to me. But she acted like she was nobody. She was clueless. Ironic, in't it? It is usually me.

We killed time in the car. I felt thankful for this time, I was almost dead many times, now it is less danger than it ever was before. But there are the memories, the scars, and that gods-damn tattoo. It all adds up to feeling nearly dead on the inside. But things are burning down with me and Piper, and the question is that will we have devolved feelings for each other, or the stirrings will fade.

I looked at her again. She was looking out the window.

"Piper..."

She spun around.

Her eyes...they were amber, reflecting her dark hair, stunning, like a cat, but better. Her dark curly hair framed her face perfectly. But something felt off. It felt off this whole time. The smile. It was not true. She was covering up something.

"What?"

"What do you mean?"

"What are you thinking about, Piper?"

"Nothing."

"I know you too well."

"I don't want to talk about it."

I left her alone, but those amber eyes told me something, that she was lying. But all people have secrets. there are the ones you keep, and the ones kept from you.

"It was a dream." She said quietly, after a while. Her eyes were still amber.

"That is all the explnation I need." I told her. "Now, We won't be pushed around anymore we'll be a force you cannot ignore we'll be an army for Dumbledore! For Dumbledore! We must unite so we can fight turn the battle around times running out its time to shout! Voldemort is going down!" I sung in a falsetto voice. Piper cracked up.

"Is that from A Very Potter Musical?" She asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"I thought you hated musicals."

Dang, she has a point.

At that moment she burst out laughing.

"HEY! Just because I am a demigod does not mean that I hate the Internet! Plus, I saw it before I knew I was a demigod."

"Why then?"

"It makes fun of Harry Potter. I HATE Harry Potter! Which Nyssa talks about all the time. Mostly about the castle though. But she also won't shut up about that STUPID ELF!" I complained. I hate elves.

"You don't like Dobby?" Piper asked with a hurt look on her face.

Dang, everyone likes the stinking elf and cried when it got stabbed and the famous Harry Potter buried it. But I really hated Harry Potter because he was never a sidekick. Not the sidekick, like me. I probably would be Neville anyway. The one, according to Nyssa, that always gets picked on.

"I don't like elves overall, being compared to one." I told her quietly. I did not really care being called an elf; it was true.

"I know that. You just don't like Harry Potter because he sounds like he sound so much like Jason in the point of view of the readers. He really is nobody to most of the world. Like all demi-gods."

Wait, what?

"You understand. You do."

We did not talk for the next 60 miles.

I stopped at a gas station, so we won't be stuck in the middle of the desert without gas. She went inside to get a bag of chips. But I still felt uneasy. I felt as if I was having a Romeo and Juilet affair. That I loved her, but it was not allowed. I needed a confession.

I quickly grabbed her backpack from the back seat and opened one of the zipper pockets. I pulled out a small phone, which was off. I turned it on. A picture of her and Annabeth popped up as the back-round. I quickly went though her contacts and found the number. I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and wrote down the number.

Piper was walking out, and I stuffed the paper and pen in my tool-belt. I turned off the phone and stuffed it in the bag. Piper waved to me and I walked out of the car for my turn to clean up. I cleaned up really quick and then ran to the payphone in the back and pulled out the paper. I put the change in and slowly dialed the number...

...and that is how to write a chapter while watching A Very Potter Musical. I'm an idiot for doing so, but I will have a FANTASTIC chapter for you next time. It is kind of obvious what will happen next, but I DON"T CARE! Gee, what is with me and capital letters today? Oh, well... But I will update soon! Oh and 140 reviews please. I am lowering the bar. I can't have THAT high of standards! That would be ridiculous!BYE!

-SAVE THE NARGLES