Hi guys! I had this written this morning, but decided not to update until now because I was hoping for at least 1 review! Guys, this really upsets me! Why aren't you guys reviewing?! Is it something against my story?

Back to a more pleasant thing, this chapter is SO long. Well, it has to do with the three songs that I put in it... Which reminds me...

Disclaimer:

I don't own PJO or HOO.

I don't own the song Percy sings, Invisible (which is by the Jonas Brothers).

I don't own the song Thalia sings, Amelia (which is by Tonight Alive).

I don't own the song Nico sings, Thanks To You (which is by All Time Low).

Hmm... I think I own everything else...

If you got any questions on anything, send it in a PM or a review!

Enjoy!

Thirteen (Ariella):

I tap my foot impatiently on the floor of the hospital lobby. Where are the boys? Why are they taking so long? I know it's only been a few minutes since I called my brother, but I'm still impatient. I guess it's just one of my many flaws.

"Ariella!" a voice calls from the front door. I turn around to see Percy, Jason and Nico. Nico runs over to me and puts both of his hands on my shoulders. "What happened?"

"Thalia said that she was going to take a breath of fresh air because she was angry and she didn't come back. We looked all around for her and realized her car was gone. We then took a taxi around town and found out from a police officer on the scene that the accident happened on that she was taken to the hospital. A drunk driver hit her when she was driving. She's all right, though. They just took her here for inspection." I explain.

"What room is she?" Jason asks as he approaches Nico and I.

"Third floor room number seven," I inform him. "You guys better hurry. Visiting hours only go for another hour."

Percy nods and he and Jason start to walk away. Percy turns back, "Nico, aren't you coming?"

"I'll catch up," he replies as he lets go of me.

They start walking again and I turn to Nico. "Don't you want to go see Thalia? I'm sure it will mean a lot to her."

"I can't," he says quietly. "Not right now. A lot has been going on recently…"

"Your sister," I reply. "You're thinking about your sister."

"Yeah… I am." He admits. "But now this makes me think about her even more. Bianca died because of me and Thalia almost did too. I'm bad luck and a killer."

"Bianca's death wasn't your fault," I tell him.

"And how would you know?" he replies coldly. "I don't recall you being there. I don't recall anyone being their except for me."

"But you didn't kill her…"

He cuts me off. "Not technically. But it is my fault that she died."

"How'd she die?" I ask him.

"Is that really any of your business?" he snaps.

"No, not really." I respond.

"Exactly."

"I'm sorry. I'm just trying to make you feel better…" I try.

"Sorry?" he cuts me off. "You're just a crazy fan girl who wants to know all about my life. I don't even know why I opened up to you that night in the first place. You probably already put it on your blog…"

"What makes you so sure that I have a Siren blog?" I cross my arms at him. "That's stereotyping."

"How so?" he challenges.

"You're automatically assuming that since I'm a fan of yours that I have a blog about you."

"Well, do you?" he raises an eyebrow at me.

"Uh… yeah…" I reply.

"I knew it," he responds.

"I'm the starter of it and the head of your fan club in America." I inform him. "It's the most popular blog in the US."

"I love how you think I care," he snaps. "Just leave me alone… and leave me out of your blog, alright?"

"I can't do that. The Sirens is a three person band! Not two…"

"I said to leave me alone," he repeats.

"Fine." I dare, "I'll just go visit your cousin upstairs while you won't. Oh, and did I forget to mention that you're the reason why this whole thing happened? Well, you are and you're still refusing to visit her. What a nice boy. Maybe I'll put this on my blog…"

"Do what you want. It's your life."

"Kay, well, bye!" I wave dramatically before walking over to the elevators. I was pretty rude to him, but he definitely deserved it. I was just trying to make him feel better. But whatever. I'm over it.

Percy:

Thalia was able to leave the hospital last night because she wasn't injured or anything. But some weird rumors have been going around because of all the fighting and drama that's been going on. So our manager, David, decided to book us an interview on some morning show to clarify that the band is not breaking up and that everything is okay between us. But now the bad thing is that we need to find a way to pay David now that our father's don't do it.

"That was your cue!" some guys hisses at us. "Go out on stage!"

"Alright, jeez!" I say before I step out on the brightly lit stage. Nico and Thalia follow close behind me until we reach the couch in which we're supposed to sit down on. So we do.

"The Sirens!" the interview squeals. "I'm so pleased to meet you!"

"We're pleased to meet you as well," I smile at her.

"I'm Debra Colins," she shakes my hand. "No need to introduce yourselves! I already know who you guys are!"

"Hah, yeah." I nod.

"So, these rumors about the band breaking up… Are they true?" she questions us.

"We're actually really glad you asked about that," Thalia answers. "Because we wanted to let everyone know that we are not breaking up. Yes, there's been a lot of drama and fighting. But in Hollywood, well… New York City now, and in just being famous at all, there's always arguments and there's always conflicts."

"That's a relief!" Debra exclaims. "So, Valentine's Day is tomorrow. Do any of you have a special Valentine?"

"Not really," I reply. "There's this one girl that I like, but we're just friends."

"Aww… That's too bad," Debra frowns. "What about you, Nico? You've been awfully quiet."

"I kind of messed things up with the only girl I would want to be with." He admits.

"Well, there's always time to fix it, am I correct?" she questions him.

"No. You're very wrong." Nico responds. "She hates me now."

"How could anyone hate you? You're in the current most popular band!" Debra reminds him.

"I wasn't exactly nice to her," Nico confesses. "I tried to apologize this morning, but I couldn't find her."

"Do you have her phone number?"

"No," he shakes his head.

"That's too bad," Debra says again. "What about you, Thalia?"

"Not anyone this year," she tells.

"No romances? Well, that's got to change!" Debra laughs. I fake laugh too, just to make her feel better.

"So, what are you guys going to sing for us today?" Debra asks us.

"We're all going to sing songs in tribute to my sister Bianca, who actually died recently," Nico informs her.

"Yeah," I nod. "The song I'm going to sing is called Invisible, and it's basically about how even though she's gone now, she's still in my heart and that she's not forgotten because she's always in my mind. It's so often that she keeps me up at night because I keep thinking about her or that I dream about her. It's a duet between Nico and I, but Nico will also be singing another song."

"I'm going to be singing a song called Amelia," Thalia says. "And it's about how I'll never forget her and how I think about her every day, even though we didn't talk much when we were older, but we were best friends as kids. And how she deserves more attention than she actually got."

"What will you be singing, Nico? I bet it means a lot to you," Debra infers.

"My song, Thanks To You, has a different meaning then my cousins." Nico admits. "It's more of like a 'how could you do this to me' type of song. It talks about how her death is my fault and how it is torturing me because of that."

"Well, I can't wait to hear them," Debra smiles. "Now, let's get to the music! Who will be singing first?"

"I am," I volunteer. I love being first.

"Well, let's get you situated!" Debra cheers as she leads us over to the preforming section of the stage. Sure enough, my favorite sea green guitar is waiting for me, along with a drum set for Nico and a bright blue bass for Thalia.

"Well, get singing!" Debra smiles.

"Okay," I say as I pick up my guitar. I turn to look behind me to make sure Nico and Thalia are ready. They both give me a nod to confirm. I then begin to play my guitar and they soon join in, just like we rehearsed. Then I start to sing.

Percy:

`I can feel you all around

In the silence I hear the sound

Of your footsteps on the ground

And my heart slows down

So now I'm

Percy:

I'm waiting for the moonlight

So I can find you

In this perfect dream

Don't think that you can

Hide there in the shadows

Girl you're not invisible

Your all that I can see

Nico:

Somethings changing deep inside

All my hopes are comin' alive

As we're fading into the night

I can see your eyes

So I keep on

Percy:

Waiting for the moonlight

So I can find you

In this perfect dream

Don't think that you can

Hide there in the shadows

Girl you're not invisible

Your all that I can see

Percy:

See the darkness, believe we can make this

All we want is to be

We can stay forever cause when we're together

I'm stuck in this fantasy

I don't wanna leave

And I'll keep

Percy:

Waiting for the moonlight

So I can find you

In this perfect dream

Don't think that you can

Hide there in the shadows

Girl you're not invisible

You're all that I can see

Percy:

And my heart slows down

Cheering erupts from the crowd of people who were watching us. "That was amazing!" Debra squeals.

"Thanks," I smile.

"So, who's going next?" she questions.

"I am," Thalia answers. I start to play my guitar and after a few moments, she begins to sing.

I think about you every single day.

And every time I see your face, I wake.

And it brings me to tears.

We hadn't spoken in years.

We were close when we were young and naive.

We grew up and we learned other things.

You'll always be sweet 16.

And you will always be perfect,

you'll always be beautiful.

Our hearts, will never forget you.

You didn't belong here,

and it's become so clear why heaven called your name.

I miss you, and it still feels like I know you.

I've got pictures of us side by side to show you.

But it feels like I owe you so much more.

And you will always be perfect,

you'll always be beautiful.

Our hearts, will never forget you.

You didn't belong here,

and it's become so clear why heaven called you name.

And it just doesn't seem right, was it really your time?

Are we dreaming?

We'll never let go of you.

Wish you were here, but it's becoming clear,

that Earth's just not the place for an angel like you.

For an angel like you.

You meant so much to so many.

I'm not quite sure how to do justice to you

if they're ready to say goodbye.

I know I'm not.

You made the news and the paper for days and days,

but it hardly seems fair.

The whole world should know your name.

I want them to know your name.

And you will always be perfect,

you'll always be beautiful.

Our hearts, will never forget you.

You didn't belong here,

and it's become so clear why heaven called your name.

And it just doesn't seem right, was it really your time?

Are we dreaming?

We'll never let go of you.

Wish you were here, but it's becoming clear,

that Earth's just not the place for an angel like you.

And now we, must let you move forward.

Our love lies with you.

Our souls fly with you, Amelia.

"Once again," Debra grins. "Amazing… But why would you choice the name Amelia?"

"It's Bianca's middle name," Thalia informs her. "And thanks."

"So, we saved the best for last, I assume," she cooes at Nico.

"Assume what you want. It's not my choice what you want to assume." He replies.

"Aha! Nico, you funny boy! Now, let's hear that song of yours!"

"Alright," he says and we start to play our instruments. Then, he starts to sing.

Thanks to you

Thanks to you, I'm moving on

Chasing out my skeletons and the troubles they have caused

And all thanks to you

I'm turning over the pages in this book of revelations about self-medication

But there's this ringing in my head (who said it was gonna be easy?)

As the ghost of you hangs over my bed

Thanks to you, I'm not myself

I'm all strung out, that much is clear

And I'll spend my whole life-time with your life-line wrapped around my throat

Thanks to you

All thanks to you

Thanks to you, I've lost my touch

I struggle to find the sense in making sense

And giving a semblance of a f***

And thanks to you, for all the nightmares

There's not a night that I sleep quiet and complacent without my medication

'Cause there's this ringing in my head (who said it was gonna be easy?)

As the ghost of you hangs over my bed

Thanks to you, I'm not myself

I'm all strung out, that much is clear

And I'll spend my whole life-time with your life-line wrapped around my throat

Thanks to you

All thanks to you

But there's this ringing in my head, as the ghost of you hangs over my bed

Thanks to you, I'm not myself

I'm all strung out, that much is clear

And I'll spend my whole life-time with your life-line wrapped around my throat

Thanks to you

Thanks to you

Thanks to you

Thanks to you

"Wow!" Debra cheers. "That was fabulous! I think we've got three new hit singles that are going to be top charts on the radio!"

"I hope so," Thalia replies. "It would mean the world to us, especially after our harsh break up with our fathers." Whoops. I forgot to mention that.

"I'm so sorry about that," Debra frowns. "But you kids are being so mature about it! I mean, you're still preforming, you're still continuing what you do. What great role models."

"Thanks!" I smile.

"Well, thank you three for being here. But before you go," she turns to the audience. "Give it up for The Sirens!"

They cheer wildly and my ears begin to hurt. "Thanks for having us," I manage to say over the fit of screams. We then walk of stage. I say it was pretty successful; it proves to our dads that we can make it on our own and it ended all that Nico, Bianca, and Thalia drama. I guess good things do happen to everyone.

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