I have returned! Sorry it took so long, I had school and stuff. So one of my friends has found this and I just want to congratulate her. Good job, pal! (i won't use her name for privacy reasons) I knew you had it in ya! Not really, I gave her a lot of hints.

Over 1,000 views! That's a big deal for me! Then again, I get overly excited when my mom makes cookies so...

Shout out time!

Obsessivebookdiva: Why, thank you, my dear. That would be hilarious. I am officially hiring you as a director for The Titan's Curse. But I have no say in the movie whatsoever so good luck getting past the security guard! Also, thank you for coming back to read and review every chapter. You have won the Badge of Loyalty! Go celebrate with some blue cake!

radicallestguest: I love ducklings! I've never had roast duck, though.

PURPLE(the friend mentioned earlier): I'm not gonna lie, bro. I was really hoping that you wouldn't find this story. Also, I really hate you right now. All good things must come to an end. But no need for language, kind sir. While my story has a T rating, the comments do not. Thanks for the suggestions, I will take them into account (no I won't ;P)

As promised, this chapter will be really juicy. It will probably spill over into the next chapter. Or maybe I'll put it all in this chapter and have a 5,000+ word spectacular. Nah, I'll make it spill over.

(Before you read this question remember that I am new to being an author on this sight so don't make too much fun of me.) My documents in my doc manager say that they have a certain amount of days in their life. What happens when the document's days run out?

I would love you if you answered that for me.

Disclaimer: I do not own any character mentioned in the story aside from Perry. All characters excluding Perry belong to Rick Riordan.

LET US PROCEED IN OUR JOURNEY!

Perry's POV

The rising sun illuminates the sky and gives a warm glow to my face as I stand near the mast of the Argo II. Festus is not too far from me, snoring-or what sounds like snoring, hard to tell- loudly as he sleeps. I rub my right shoulder with my left hand and try to ease the small pain. Leo was right, it is almost impossible to sleep in an office chair. So that's why I'm out here, enjoying one of nature's beauties.

Should I really be thinking that why considering everything that I've been told about our dear "Mother Nature?"

"Perry, stop," my sub-conscious yells at me. "Don't over think this. Just enjoy it while you can." For the first time since being on this flying ship, I agree with my thoughts. I just need to calm down and take a breather.

A cold wind comes from the North and I wrap my arms around myself. The breeze sends a shiver down my spine. Even with the warmth of the sun, it's still pretty cold considering I'm just wearing an old T-shirt I found in one of the drawers in my room and a pair of shorts that are maybe three inches above my knee. Another breeze blows by and I wrap my arms tighter around my skinny frame, careful not to bring too much pain to my almost healed hand.

Whenever I look at the bandages, I feel dread because I know that when my injury heals, I'll need to leave. Let's face it, I'm too much of a distraction and a bother to be here. Also, half the time I don't understand what's even going on. Everyone else seems to be adjusted to the idea of gods and goddesses, mythology being real, having fantasies as parents but I haven't. It just seems like I'm in a crazy dream and sooner or later, I'm going to wake up back in my hammock in Rome.

The thought depresses me and I don't hear the footsteps behind me slowly getting louder. "You cold?" A voice asks behind me. I turn and see none else but Leo. I shrug off the question as I try to hide my goosebumps. Leo comes up next to me and leans on the railing. "Why are you up so early?" I ask.

"Why are you up so early?" He asks childishly.

"I asked you first," I retort.

He gives me a hand gesture signaling me to answer first. "Ladies first," he says smugly. I give him a small smile. "You choose now to be a gentleman? With no witnesses so I can hold it against you?"

He shrugs innocently. "I have some moments, but sadly, you haven't been around long enough to see them."

"Well, you could be chivalrous now and give me your coat," I suggest even though he isn't wearing one.

"Um, fresh out of those. You can use my shirt though," Leo waggles his eyebrows at me. I laugh at him to hide my embarrassment but I can still feel my face grow warm.

"You never answered my question though," he says after not too long. "Why are you out here so early?" he repeats. I join him by sitting on the railing with my back to the ocean. "Remember when you said that I was lucky that I've never slept in an office chair? You were right," I say to him.

He nods his head and look out to the water. "Ah, yes. The dreaded spinning chair neck cramp, huh? It doesn't get better for a while," he answers. I groan. "Thanks for the information. Now, what about you? Why are you up here so early?"

Leo still stares at the water and simply responds, "Well, you never know how many days you'll get to see so I like to watch a new one start."

I stare at him in disbelief. "Wow, Leo," I say incredulously. "That was really deep."

Leo smiles at the rising sun. "Like I said, I have my moments." I smile and slide off the railing to join him watching the sun rise. My neck is still killing me so I try to do whatever I can to ease the pain- rub the sore spot, roll my shoulders, anything- to no avail. After the sun has completely leap out of the water, Leo notices me struggling to get comfortable. "You okay?" he looks at me.

I try to play it off as not a big deal. "Yeah, just 'the dreaded spinning chair neck cramp.' I don't know how you could stand this every morning."

"Well, I did become a pretty good masseuse if I do say so myself," he announces. He scoots a little closer to me and says "Maybe I could help you..."

The red on my cheeks grows darker as I try to respond. "Uh, no I think I can handle it. I mean it's just a neck cramp, it'll be over in a day." But beside my protest, Leo puts his hands on my shoulders. I freeze under the contact but he starts to rub the pain away. He wasn't lying, he did become a pretty good masseuse. I try my hardest not to make a sound or move, which is really hard with the pain subsiding. After a few more seconds, Leo takes his hands off of me and asks, "Better?"

"Better," I breathe and turn around. Leo is no more than four inches from my face. Now I have goosebumps for an entirely different reason. And we just stay like that for a while, looking at each other. No talking, no jokes, I don't think I'm even breathing. I could spend the rest of the day like this and not even care about what's going on around me. Leo eventually breaks the silence with a simple, "Hey." I respond with a smile."Hi," it barely comes out s a whisper. Before I know it, we're both slowly leaning forward and my eyes are starting to shut. I can practically feel his breath on my lips...

"PERRY! WAKE UP!" a sudden shout rips me away from my dreamworld. The noise was so shocking that I literally fell out of the office chair I was uncomfortably sitting in. The hard floor breaks my fall. "Ow," I groan. My eyes travel up to the smiling face of the boy I was just dreaming about. "Was that really necessary?"

He puts on a fake thinking face. "Kinda. You wouldn't wake up so I guess you were having a dream. I pretty much just poked you for five minutes until I yelled in you ear. But it was fun. What were you dreaming about anyway?"

I stand up and try to avoid his eyes. "How did you know I was dreaming for sure? I could just be a heaving sleeper."

Leo sticks his hands in his pockets. "For starters, you talk in your sleep."

A horrified feeling grows in my gut. I try to play it off coolly. "What did I say?"

"I dunno, something about a 'chivalrous masseuse?'"

Relief fills my lungs and I almost let out a sigh. "Oh, well. That... is what my dream was about. Yep. That's it. Nothing else."

Leo gives me a you-can't-actually-believe-that-I'm-falling-for-th at look. "You had a dream about a chivalrous masseuse?" I nod. And he replies, "Do you honestly expect me to believe that?"

"Hey, no one said I was sane," I sass(1) at him. Leo crosses his arms and a slight smirk forms on his face. "You know, sometimes you act really weird."

I give him a false confused face. "What is this 'sometimes' you speak of?" I get to enjoy his smile for only a few seconds before his expression turns serious. "Have you talked to anyone yet? You know, about... you?"

I bite the inside of my cheek and look at the floor. "I talked to Hazel last night before I took over the control room, but not about me."

"You can't avoid them forever," Leo reminds me. I raise an eyebrow at him. "Since when did you become the all-knowing sage?"

Leo gives me one of his classic grins and shrugs. He holds out a hand for me and says, "Come on, breakfast. You can tell them there." I take his hand and try to force down the blush that threatens to take over my face.

~SS~

"Um, guys?" I say in a small voice that gets no one's attention. Everyone at the dining table is either too busy with their food or carrying on a conversation. Or in Nico's case, suffering through Coach Hedge's recap of the brawls on T.V. a few nights ago. Poor Nico. No one notices Leo and me walking in together holding hands, thank the gods, but now no one will listen to what I have to say, thank the gods for that to. I really don't want to do this but I have to.

I look over to Leo and raise my arms and try to pretend that I tried. Leo sees through my obvious lie and gives a loud whistle over to the other demigods and Coach. All eyes turn on him but he immediately points to me. The six pairs of eyes jump over to me and I feel like I did the first day I came on this ship; terrified and confused.

When I don't move at first, Leo gives me a gentle shove to get me going. I start off timidly. "Uh, guys, I just want to say... I'm sorry for not telling you about me and... lying to you... and making you trust me and everything. I wanted to leave this ship the second I woke up but you guys said that I had to stay- but I'm not saying that it's your fault! It's my fault for being a bastard and I'm sorry and I'll leave really soon and-"

"Perry," Jason interrupts. "Calm down. We aren't asking you to leave, and what you are isn't your fault. It's not anyone's fault."

I sigh and mumble "It's my dad's fault. And my mom's fault." I throw my hands up in exasperation. "Ugh! Why did she have to like him so much? Why couldn't she just fall in love with someone, I don't know, in the same species?"

The room falls quiet except for the sounds coming from Leo as he tries to make something out of scrap metal from his pocket. I look around the room and see the awkward expressions on all of their faces. I take a deep breath and exhale loudly. "Sorry I flew off the handle. I have the worst parents ever."

Jason lets out a small chuckle. I give him a half angry/half confused look. "What?"

"I think I might have it worse," he says through a smile. I cross my arms and say, "Prove it."

"Well, my mom was a crazy movie star who gave me away to a 'stranger' when I was a really young kid. And I'm pretty sure my dad slept with every woman in ancient Greece."

Nico joins in. "My dad is literally a living hell and my step-mom turns me into," Nico shudders, "flowers."

"My dad makes wars when he's bored," Franks says. Piper then joins he conversation. "My mom was so busy with other guys she had to be forced to marry the ugliest god on Olympus." She turns to Leo and says "No offense."

Leo simply shrugs and puts his scrap metal back in his pocket. "None taken," he replies. We all pause for a moment until small laughs break out in the room. Everything is put to a stop when a very confused satyr asks, "Wait, what's wrong with Perry's mom?"

Well all look at him incredulously for a minute before Hazel says. "What do you mean? Weren't you on deck the night she fell into the water?"

Now Coach gives us the same look. "Don't any of you cupcakes listen? I've been watching the wrestling channel every chance I get. Tell me what is going on."

My eyes immediately dart over to the baseball bat next to coach's hand. My brains brings up the memories of when we would have a few unwanted, easy fix, flying guests and he would spare no time trying to beat their brains out. I slowly start to walk backwards and take shelter behind Leo. The rest of the room must share my concern but Nico steps up and says "Um, Coach, why don't we go into your room and I can explain this all to you."

Coach Hedge, eager to make it back to his beloved television set, doesn't argue and starts to head toward the door. Nico follows behind him and mouths the words "Lock the door" to us all before he too disappears into the room.

~SS~

That night...

Aside from all of the confused shouting and accidentally taking a bat to Nico's arm, Coach Hedge took my parentage really well. He only tried to beat me once before everyone had to hold him down while I hid behind Leo and explained I wasn't a threat and I won't interrupt his t.v. shows. He's shunning me, but it's better than having him slug me in the head.

The day seemed shorter than it usually is. I'm lying on the deck watching the stars while Leo points out several constellations to 're lying close together and our hands are almost touching. "And that one," Leo points to another dozen dots, "is Orion's Belt."

"How do you know so much about stars?" I ask, not taking my eyes off the sky.

"I've slept under the stars a lot, ya know, with always running away and all." I nod. I understand where he's coming from. I probably would know the constellations too if I hadn't been so focused on whether or not I would be slaughtered by a beast that night.

"Leo?"

"Hmm?" he responds, still looking for more figures in the sky. I gulp down my nervousness and ask, "Why do you spend so much time with me?"

Leo looks surprised and hesitates for a moment. He turns to face me and my black eyes make contact with his deep brown ones. "Because you're my friend," Leo answers simply. My heart drops an inch or two. I'm his friend. Nothing more, nothing less. "Oh," I say, trying to hide the disappointment in my voice, and turn back to the night sky.

"What's wrong?" Leo asks beside me. I shrug and answer "Nothing. It's nothing."

Leo supports himself on his elbow and brings his head over mine. "Perry," he says in a mock parental tone. "You tell me your problems right now, young lady, before I have to get Coach to beat them out of you."

I crack a smile. "Tempting but no. You're not my dad, Leo." My smile fades and I let out a small sigh.

"Is that what's bugging you?" Leo says in a soft voice. "Your parents?"

I let out a huff in annoyance. "No. I hate them. I'm trying to erase them from my memory but I keep having to bring them up," I complain. It's true. They obviously didn't want me in their lives so why should I let them be in mine? I see that as something they don't deserve.

"Okay, so what is bugging you seriously?" Leo says, unconsciously moving closer to me while he adjusts his position. I put on a fake thinking face and answer "Right now? There's this Latino kid who won't leave me alone."

Leo smirks. "And he'll stay here unless you tell him what's wrong with you." I smile up at him and keep my lips together, determined not to give him any information. Leo moves in closer, this time, apparently, he knows what he's doing. "Was it something I said?" he whispers.

My lips part a little because it suddenly becomes very hard to breathe. Even though I don't want to give him any information, my body turns against me and I nod my head. Leo advances and inch more, close enough so I can feel the warmth of his breath and smell the smoke coming from his ears. "Are you going to tell me what it was?" he asks in the same tone as before. I'm suddenly thankful that I'm lying down because his voice turned my legs to jelly and I don't think I'd be able to stand. I shake my head voluntarily, now unable to speak at all.

"Then how and I supposed to know?" Leo asks, starting to close the gap between us. My eyes flutter shut and my stomach almost explodes from all of the butterflies as I hope for what could happen next. I can feel his hot breath on my lips and the warmth from his ears, he's so close. But right before our lips touch, I feel him pull away and his presence over me disappears.

I open my eyes and see that Leo is sitting with his back to me. I sit up and crawl over to him. "I'm sorry," he starts. " This is so wrong. There can't be anything between us. I'm sorry."

I sit next to him. "Why, Leo? Why is this wrong?" Leo stays quiet and avoids eye contact with me. He's hesitating to answer me. I stare a him and wait. MY eyes go wide when realization strikes. "Is it because I'm a Siren? Because I'm a monster?"

Leo looks over to me. "What? I didn't say that-"

"But you were thinking it, weren't you? You don't like me because I'm a beast," I say as tears threaten to spill from my eyes.

"Perry, stop putting words into my mouth. I just... don't want you to get hurt."

"I'm not taking that as an excuse." I don't care how he reacts, I need to get this out, just to let him know. "Why does it matter if I'm a Siren? I-I like you, Leo. Kind of a lot. It shouldn't make a difference if I'm half Siren or not. It doesn't matter that we're friends, why should it matter if we're something... more?" Leo looks away and stays too quiet for my liking. He's thinking something, but he won't tell me. I have a horrible felling what it could be, and I don't like it. "Leo, look me in the eyes and tell me why we can't happen."

Leo hesitates, his fingers smoking with nervousness. He swallows a lump in his throat and faces me. He almost looks heartbroken. Through a shaky breath he says, "I don't want you because... you're a Siren's bastard."

I don't wait for anything else. I run back to my cabin, tears falling like a thunderstorm, and slam the door shut.

A/N: CLIFFHANGER!

Longer chapter yet! Over 3,000 words!

So I've been reading some of my earlier chapters and I have concluded something. My new chapters aren't as good. I am so sorry for that. I hadn't even realized it.

(1) That was for you, buddy (purple). You asked for sass and I delivered sass. No more for you.

Okay, so I started and caught up with Sherlock and I think I'm broken. Just thought I should share that with you guys in case you wanted to know why my writing is similar to a three-year-old's who just learned how to a keyboard.

Sorry for any pain caused, yada yada yada...

BYE!