A/N: Okay, I'm sorry but this one is kinda, super, really fluffy. So...just hold out okay? The next one is coming soon (I hope, you can never trust me with anything)

Isabelle's POV:

I blinked my eyes open and found none other than Mr. I'm-So-Cool sitting at the foot of my bed.

Oy! What a headache!

"Isabelle!" He smiled, (what game is he playing?) "You're awake."

I gave him the most annoyed look I possibly could without making the I-want-to-punch-you face. Which wasn't very hard, considering my head hurt massively and I really hated him.

His eyes widened as he saw my hand on my temple.

"Here, eat this, it'll help." Tyler held out a spoonful of what looked like jello. But I knew it was ambrosia, the food of the gods.

Without saying anything, I took the spoon from him and swallowed the food in one gulp. And I wasn't surprised that it tasted like my Mom's homemade lasagna, complete with her signature grated parmesan cheese on the top. Whoa, I never realized just how much I missed her.

Anyways, Tyler was watching me the whole time, which was a bit unnerving.

He took the spoon back and as soon as I had finished and put it on the table beside the bed. I looked around, I was in the infirmary. There were a couple other kids, but they were sleeping. No helpers other than Tyler were there, so it was only us two. Great, right?

"What happened?" I finally asked.

"You tell me." Tyler laughed his gorgeous laugh, and smiled again.

Wait, did I hear myself right? Did I just say 'gorgeous'? Whoops, that's probably from the headache, I'm most likely still woozy in the head.

"Seriously, how did I get here?" I asked again.

"I carried you." Tyler said without explanation.

Carried me? What did he mean by carry me? Oh god, what happened?

"Did you touch me?" I demanded.

"What? Of course I did, I mean I had to carry you, didn't I?" Tyler looked bewildered.

I raised an eyebrow. Was he really that naïve?

"Oh," Finally he realized, "OH! No, no, of course not, I'm not that kind of person!" He stuttered. I smirked when his face went blood red.

I was about to make a witty reply, when Chiron came in, Poppy following behind him.

Tyler's jaw dropped open.

"What?" Chiron looked taken aback, "Did the birds poop on me again? Oh, this really isn't professional."

"No." He looked downright murderous. "Would that be Poppy the nymph behind you?"

"Why yes, of course. Have you two met?" Chiron apparently didn't put Tyler's face and tone together.

"Yes, yes we have." Tyler faked a sweet smile, and then the whole world seemed to explode.

"WHAT THE FUCK POPPY?! YOU SAID YOU COULDN'T GET TOO FAR AWAY FROM YOUR TREE AND JUST LEFT ME TO CARRY THIS SACK OF POTATOES HERE! IT TOOK HALF AN HOUR AND I WAS SWEATING LIKE A PIG! YOU LYING LITTLE BITCH!"

"Ahh! Monster!" The kid lying on the bed in the far end of the infirmary shot up like a bullet and was panting, but his eyes were closed. Probably a nightmare.

Tyler turned around slowly, like a predator finally catching its prey. His hands were balled up in fists, and his knuckles were white. His breathing was hard, veins were popping out on the side of his neck, and his face looked like a madman's. Tyler looked like he was going to beat the seven hells out of that kid for interrupting him.

Wait. What? Did he call me a sack of potatoes? BASTARD!

I broke the silence and punched him in the arm, hard.

"AHH!" He cried out with pain, much to my satisfaction.

"What the hell was that for?" Tyler shouted in my face.

"I am not a sack of potatoes!" This time, it was my turn to look like a psychopath.

He narrowed his eyes and glared at me, "Have you carried yourself lately? It's not that fun, and you're not really as light as a feather."

The kid in the corner was forgotten, as was Chiron and Poppy.

"Yeah, all that weight is muscle to kill you with." I retorted.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, children, please," The centaur stepped in, his face pleading with us.

"I'm sorry, but he's just such an ass," I shouted.

"Isabelle," Chiron interrupted, "the ass is a very distant cousin of mine, please do not use them as an insult."

"Sorry Chiron, but I just can't find any other way to express is dicky-ness! And his asshole-ness!"

"Synonyms, Isabelle," I was cut off again, "Sy-no-nyms." Chiron gave an exasperated sigh as Tyler smirked at me.

"Well, it's his fault." I crossed my arms.

"How is it my fault?!" Tyler exploded.

"Hold up, there is a reason I'm here, you know?" Chiron stopped us with his deep voice, "Isabelle, are you well enough to walk?"

"I think so," I swung my legs over the side of the bed and got into a sitting position. Slowly, I lifted myself up.

"Whoa!" Guess my knees felt a little wobbly. And you know what? Well, guess. Guess whose arms I feel into when I collapsed. Yep, none other than Mr. Tyler Avila himself.

He hoisted me up with surprising strength. Suddenly, our lips were an inch apart and I was staring up into his lovely, bright blue eyes.

Did I just say 'lovely'? I didn't mean that, okay? Just saying.

"Here," Tyler said gently (again, shocking) and led my hand to the night stand.

"Um, thanks," I muttered, hopefully my face wasn't as red as it felt.

His hands stayed on my waist for another couple moments. They felt surprisingly warm and protecting. Okay, now I'm just going to tell you beforehand to dismiss any comments like that.

Tyler suddenly realized that he was still touching me and quickly retracted his hands. We stood there awkwardly looking at each other with Chiron inspecting us with narrowed eyes.

"Come along, children, we need to discuss a few important matters," Chiron finally said. He didn't seem to notice anything and just walked out of the infirmary, motioning for us and Poppy to follow.

And all the way to the Big House, I was holding onto Tyler's arm to steady myself, you know, as a support. No other reason. No other reason at all.

Tyler's POV:

Um . . . so I kind . . . um . . . maybe . . . held onto Isabelle longer than I should have. So . . . she got up and fell . . . and I did the most natural thing . . . I caught her . . . and then . . . I guess I kind of . . . got lost in her eyes? I don't know . . . I'm blaming the teenage boy hormones.

Anyways, Chiron led us to the Big House and we sat down in front of his desk as he had his legs compressed into the wheelchair.

Okay, let me explain something. I still wasn't used to this whole demigod business, so his room kind of freaked me out.

"WHAT'S THAT?"

"WHY IS IT STARING AT ME?"

"OMIGOSH IT'S GROWLING!"

"HOLD ME ISABELLE!"

"HOLY SHIT!"

"NOW WHAT IS THAT?"

"CHIRON YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU WERE THAT OLD!"

"WHO'S THAT IN THE PICTURE AND WHY DOES SHE HAVE RED EYES?''

"YOU CAN'T TRICK ME! THAT'S NOT BAD LIGHTING!"

"SHE ACTUALLY HAS RED EYES!"

"AHHH!"

"AND GREEN SKIN!"

"CHIRON WHY DO YOU HANG OUT WITH THESE KINDS OF PEOPLE?!"

Yeah, that basically sums up my experience with a centaur's personal business. And Chiron wasn't too happy about me insulting his eighteenth cousin thrice removed. Whoopsidaisy.

And guess what? Poppy had a nervous breakdown from my screaming. Again, whoops.

It went a little like this:

"Poppy, please, just breathe."

"Please, Poppy, you need to calm down. Tyler isn't going to hurt you."

"TYLER SHUT THE FUCK UP IMMEDIATELY! CAN'T YOU SEE YOU'RE GIVING POPPY A HEART ATTACK?!"

"Poppy, stop shaking, everything's going to be okay."

"DO ME THIS ONE FAVOR TYLER! YOU OWE ME!"

"CHILDREN! QUIET! IMMEDIATELY!"

So once Poppy and I recovered from the whole situation, we sat down in chairs in front of Chiron's desk.

The aged centaur tried to calm down by breathing, and once he had, Chiron turned to Isabelle.

"Isabelle, Poppy tells me that some monster gave you a most peculiar message. Would you mind sharing it with us?"

She jerked her thumb in my direction. "Why does he have to be here?"

Chiron sighed, "Well, Poppy also told me that the creature included Tyler in his message."

I smirked and leaned back in my chair as Isabelle glared at me.

"Please, Isabelle, I have a feeling that this is very important."

"Fine." She huffed, "That monster thing just said that Tyler and I have special powers and we have to demonstrate it for that god Erebus. That's basically it."

Apparently Isabelle wasn't processing the words she was saying.

SPECIAL POWERS?

WHAT THE FUCK?!

I mean, yeah, I have the power to influence girls with a wink, but I'd hardly count that as special. Oh don't get me wrong, I'm a special person, but special powers? I don't think so.

"Special powers?" Chiron leaned forward in his chair.

"He didn't really say anything else but told me to give you a warning that if we don't go there and demonstrate our powers, something bad is gonna happen." She shrugged.

"HOW THE HELL CAN YOU BE CALM ABOUT THIS?!" I stood up so quickly that I knocked over my chair.

"Why do bad things happen to good people? Why God, why?" I muttered.

"Tyler," I thought Chiron was going to say something really comforting, but I guess he doesn't roll that way, "It's 'gods'. In the plural, meaning there's more than one."

"Sorry," I rolled my eyes.

He turned away all the while giving me a disapproving look.

"Isabelle, dear, could you please elaborate more on these 'special powers'?"

"I told you Chiron, all that monster thing said was to go to his master Erebus." She shrugged again.

The centaur rubbed his temple and gave an aggravated sigh, "Very well, you both may go. Poppy, you stay here, I need to speak with you."

Okay. I'm not kidding when I say we bolted out of there. We were literally out there in half a second. And when she was just a few steps in front of me outside of the Big House, I reached out and grabbed her arm.

"Tell me what really happened." I stared into her eyes.

"You heard me back in there, that was it." Isabelle tapped her foot impatiently.

"I don't believe you." This was the most serious I had been since I stepped foot into Camp Half Blood.

"Seriously, Tyler. Do you really think I would trust you more than I trust Chiron?" Her gaze was left unwavering for a second longer before she broke free of my grasp and jogged off towards the cabins.

Well, Isabelle did have a point there. But still! If that monster thing was talking about me, then I should have the right to know!

ARGH! SHE'S INFURIATING! WHY DOES SHE HAVE TO D-

Oooohhhh, I gotta go pee!