Philby's pov

Philby was confused. He was perfectly open to the idea of being the child of a greek or roman good. Except for the fact that it meant one of his parents wasn't his real parent. Who it was he wasn't sure. That was why he had stayed below deck when the ship had landed. Annabeth had told him that due to their age they would be probably claimed almost instantly. He wasn't ready for that. That would be absolute proof. He wasn't ready for that. So he stayed in the ship.

It felt like forever until someone realized he was missing. Willa had come back to find him and ask what was wrong. He felt touched that she cared. He had confided in her. she was so easy to talk to. She listened without interrupting and when he had finished she didn't try o give him any advice. She kenw him well enough to know that wouldn't help. She just sat with him silently. Her mere presence was comforting.

After a while she spoke up. "You cant hide in here forever." she said quietly. He looked into her deep brown eyes. It surprised him to see genuine concern in them. Concern for me? He wondered. Does she really care? For some reason the thought sent a warm tingling feeling throughout his entire body. Sighing he looked away. "I know." He told her.

She stood, offering her hand to help him up. He smiled and took it. "I do believe you have a camp to come see." She said. He grinned at her and they walked hand in hand up onto the deck.

Charlene's pov

Charlie was confused. the source of her confusion was none other than Terrance Maybeck. First he jumps off a flying war ship to save her from drowning, then turns around a few minuets later to flirt with her sister. Yes, the horrible hag Drew was her sister. as if that weren't already confusing enough she now had to deal with the fact that she was adopted. With Piper's help she had called her mom and asked her.

Mrs. Turner had admitted that Charlene was in fact adopted. Charlie had always just assumed her mother had reverted back to her maiden name when her father had left them. now she learned that there had never been a father. It was shocking. the foundations of her existence had been torn out from under her.

She didn't know whether to be mad or not. Right now she was just numb. She decided to focus on something other than boy problems and mama drama. The fact that the magical makeup wouldn't be removed, nor her magically styled hair be mussed. When she had opened her suitcase (she had been at a sleepover) all of her clothes had been changed to various shades of pink. She even tried to borrow from some of her siblings. The moment she put something on it turned pink.

Finally after a solid thirty minuets trying to find a non pink outfit she gave up. She flopped down onto her bed and screamed into her pillow. It turned pink. She glared at it. Then she realized how stupid it was to glare at a pillow. She got up and stormed out.

Angry tears welled up as she ran angrily away from her cabin. They threatened to spill from her eyes, blurring her vision. She wiped furiously at her eyes with a fuchsia handkerchief she had found in the pocket of her salmon colored jeans. She knew that even if she cried her makeup wouldn't smear or run, her face wouldn't become blotchy and pink, her eyes wouldn't even turn slightly red. No she would stay perfect. That just made her want to cry more. Why? She didn't know.

She wasn't watching where she was going. She was looking down hoping not to be noticed. That was why she ran into someone. To be specific the very someone she had wanted to avoid. "Hey! Charlie! Where are you going in such a hurry?" Charlene sighed. "Go away Terry." She said. keeping her head down. "Hey, no need to be frosty. Whats wrong?" He reached out to touch her cheek. She pulled away.

"I just want to be alone." She said turning away from him. "We don't always get what we want." He said, reaching out and grabbing her arm. "Get off of me!" She wrenched her arm out of his grip and whirled around to face him. Angry tears streamed down her face. Maybeck took a few steps backward, clearly surprised by her outburst.

"Ch-Charlie? Did I do something?" He asked. She wanted to tell him, yell the truth to the world, confide in someone. She couldn't the words stuck in her throat. How was she supposed to tell him. She couldn't exactly slip it into casual conversation: "Weathers very nice today. Oh yeah, I'm adopted, I have a huge crush on you, seeing you flirt with my sister made me want to rip her in half and feed her to Chernabog, and every article of clothing I put on turns pink, Hows life?" She instead kept crying.

As if by instinct he approached her once more. Cautiously. When she didn't protest he hugged her, patting her back and stroking her hair, letting her cry into his chest and ruin his shirt. She wrapped her arms around his neck, cling to him as if he were a rock in the middle of a raging ocean, it wasnt too far off either. Right now he was her rock. He didn't know that. If he had known he wouldn't have flirted with Drew. He would've known how much it hurt her to see that. At least she hoped so.

Great. Now she'd gone and made herself cry again. It was true thought wasn't it. He'd never like her. Nope, everyone thought she liked Finn. She had, once, not anymore. Why would he waste his time on someone who he thought loved another guy. It was a lost cause. But he was hugging her. Because he's a good friend and you're crying and acting generally weird. She shook her head to clear it. No use crying over it. She let go of Maybeck and wiped her eyes. "Sorry." She muttered. "I should just go now." Before he could say anything more she was gone. running in the other direction.