Hero again, my favorite people! Wishing everyone a happy Friday! Did I tell you guys that I saw Titanic? Lol, me and my sister were sinking down in our seats when the um…windows got all foggy.

Did I tell you guys that I'm OBSESSED with ATLA (Avatar: The Last Airbender)? Of course not, I'd remember if I did! I heard about the series premiere for Korra, and fell into addiction, again. The story about it? Well, you're just going to have to read this chapter and find out at the end…

Can't wait for the new episode tomorrow, it sounds like it's going to be awesome.

kookiie: First review for last chapter! :D You won't be disappointed with this chapter, I hope.

Anon: Lols! :)

Chapter Eighteen: A Godly Party…Literally II

"You heard me right, Perce." Annabeth said to him while massaging the shaving cream onto his face. She rinsed the razor under the tap and started running it across his face. He started fussing right away. "Oh quit whining, you!" She swatted his hand away when he tried to take the razor back. He huffed like a five-year-old and let him shave his face.

He pursed his lips and managed to finally say something, "You know, if you're trying to persuade me-you're S.O.L." She daintily placed the razor on the counter,

"Fine then, shave your face yourself," She was just about to walk out, he gently grabbed her wrist.

"Wait," He picked up the razor and set it in her hands, "You can shave my face, but honestly…I'm not going to be much help with the outfit."

She sighed, "Alright." Annabeth finished shaving his face. "Now I'm going to get ready. See you at the party then?"

He stood up and gave her a peck on the cheek, "Okay. See you later." She ruffled his hair before leaving the room.

The pavilions for all the competitors were arranged into a very neat and precise order. They were either next to each other or on the other side of a clean cut street. They all were identical, too, and Annabeth's was right across from Percy's. Once she got inside, she stepped into the bathroom. While the bath was running, she picked out a rose-like scented bar of soap to use. She stripped off her clothes, and stepped in.

Annabeth wrapped a towel around her body and started rifling through her suitcase. She hadn't packed for this!

"Caught in a little trap?" Annabeth jumped and turned in the direction of the voice. Leaning on a marble pillar, was Aphrodite.

Her face flushed a hot pink, "Um, n-no. I'm fine lady Aphrodite." Out of thin air, Aphrodite pulled out a ruffled, night blue dress. She tossed it to her,

"Keep it; you'll need it again." Aphrodite flashed a pearly white smile.

"Thank you!" Annabeth ran her hand along the fabric. Aphrodite nodded a couple of times, and faded out of vision. She stepped into the dress, and she wondered what Percy was going to pull together...

Percy kicked his bag and officially gave up. He had nothing decent to wear. He wished he could pull off a white T-shirt with a tie drawn on it. He considered this as a plan B, but for now, he was going to ask a god for a favor.

Running through the streets of Olympus with only a towel on was probably the easiest way to get attention. But that was the complete opposite of what Percy wanted right now. People tried covering their smiles, others didn't bother. Percy ran under an arch that led to all of the Gods' houses. He hunted down the one that was his father's; it had all kinds of amazingly detailed pictures of sea life and shells incrusted into the columns. Two Mermen stood guard in front of the door, "Um…excuse me, do you mind me going in?"

Their tridents crossed together and made a barrier, "There is no entry into Lord Poseidon's villa." One of the Mermen said in an official tone. The other nudged him and mumbled something, he turned a shade of red and spoke again, "I-I'm sorry. I didn't know-but go in, sir."

"Um…it's really okay, dude." Percy tried reassuring him as casual as possible, but the guard just shook his head as if what he did deserved some sort of punishment. He shrugged it away and jogged inside the house, but house was a bit of an understatement. It was a pavilion, like most of the buildings, but there were corridors upon corridors that led to guest rooms, bathrooms, and all kinds of other rooms. "Hello? Dad, are you around?" He poked his head into another room while saying this.

A booming voice echoed through the whole house, "Who's there?" All of a sudden, his dad came into view, "Percy? What are you doing here? You should be getting ready."

Percy looked down and rubbed the back of his neck, "Yeah…about that. I have nothing decent to wear, and I was wondering…" Poseidon started nodding, and randomly started breaking out into laughter.

He was nearly rolling on the floor with laughter by the time a minute came around, "Me? Help you?" He paused to laugh a little more, "You must me joking, please tell me you are, please!" Percy kept a blank face and tried not laughing himself. "Oh. Well this is…." Poseidon trailed off and waved Percy over to follow him.

After walking for what seemed a half a mile, they stopped abruptly in front of a set of double doors. Poseidon set his hand on the wall, and a keypad popped up. "Type in whatever you want, open the door, and it will be there." Poseidon said, setting a massive hand on Percy's shoulder, "I'll see you at the party." He walked away, and Percy heard the front doors shut.

Whatever I want? Percy thought to himself. Percy typed in boxers, black ankle socks, dress shoes, jeans, a white dress shirt, a black tie, and a leather belt. Percy opened the door and right there was everything he had asked for, folded neat and tidy on a shelf. He took them out of the closet and shut the door. Percy stepped into one of the guest bedrooms and took the towel off; after he got dressed, he headed back towards his pavilion. He dug through his bag one final time, and rubbed some after shave on his face. Percy grabbed his letter and stepped out onto the front steps, but a wind picked up the invitation. "No!" Percy howled, and sprinted after the paper.

He shoved through crowds, hopped fences and ran through gardens. But he was too late, the letter wailed over the metal fencing around the perimeter of the city, and fluttered down to the city. Rage built up, he smashed his fists on the posts. "Gods damn it!"

To be continued…

'Kay, so the story with Avatar, is that my sister and I got the first season for Christmas from my aunt. I was so sure of myself that I would hate it. Why? When I was in elementary, I saw the comics in my library and had seen commercials for it. I thought, "Please, that's for complete nerds." Hey, the nerds were the only ones who really watched it. Back to the Christmas thing-now, my sister watched the first season, and continued watching the rest of it on Netflix, while I still knew I would never like it. She finally sat me down to watch it, and that show totally blew my mind! So through the winter, and spring, I would sit around for hours on end watching it. By the beginning of summer, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Where did I get my fix for more? Fanfiction.

I had been on Fanfic' before, but I wasn't really liking it. Now, it's most of my life. :P

That's my rambling for now, sorry!

~iGwyn12