GO FORWARD AND BE EATEN.

GO BACK AND REGRET IT FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE.

NOT MUCH OF A CHOICE, IS IT?

This is mostly a filler, but it's hard to write depressing stuff when your in a good mood.

Hazel stomped into the fifth cohort.

"Frank," she called," my times up. It's your turn."

Frank looked up from the book he was reading, Everything to Know About Every Animal.

"It is not, you still have fifteen more minutes, and if you don't hurry back, he'll come in here looking for us."

"Please Frank, as a favor to your girlfriend; please take your turn early."

"Hazel," he said seriously. "I love you, but know amount of begging is going to make sit through an extra courter of a hour of Percy telling each and every second he's spent with the girl I'm now begging to think was a saint to put up with him."

Hazel sighed in defeat. Neither she nor Frank would have ever used the adjective, talkative, to describe their best friend, but that was before they had asked about Annabeth. Hazel had been a little annoyed that Percy had told Frank about his girlfriend and not her, and was surprised that he hadn't mentioned her before if she was all he remembered. Her annoyance and surprise had evaporated when Percy explained that the only reason he had told anybody about her was to see if she was there at camp, and upon learning that she was not decided that the best way to keep the few memories he had of her was to not tell anyone else until he found her. Then she had made the mistake of asking, since she would be there in a little while, what she was like. So he went off, telling them everything, the way she frowned and bit her lip a little bit when she was thinking, the way her eyes always changed different shades of grey when her moods changed, how they sparkled when she was happy, how she always kicked his butt at capture the flag and kissed him when he did something stupid and for luck before a battle, all the way down to exactly how many freckles she had, and her interest in architecture which he could not for the life of him understand, but liked to ask her questions about so she would start rambling and he could zone out and listen to her voice, and then she would get angry at him for not listening, but in the end she'd just laugh at his stuttered apologies and kiss him again . . . and so on.

At first Hazel thought it was very sweet and was a bit amazed he could love anyone so much. No wonder he had refused all those other girls. It also made her a bit sad, because learning about Annabeth made her realize how little she and Frank really knew about their friend outside ofCampJupiter. Then she started to get a little tired. She really wasn't interested in every little detail. But Percy just would not stop. And when he had started telling them everything that had to do with her from the moment he met her, Hazel realized that anything short of being rude or Annabeth coming, wasn't going to be able to get him to stop. Under normal circumstances, she would have been thrilled to hear what had happened before she and Frank had met Percy, but he talked so fast, you could only catch random snatches.

Hazel and Frank had tried to talk Dakota, Reyna and even Octavian, into listening for a while, but they had all said the same thing: He's your best friend and you asked him.

So they had decided to take turns, switching off every hour until that blessed moment when Percy's clearly amazing, and like Frank said, saint like, girlfriend came to relive them of their burden.

"Come on Haze, it can't be much longer," Frank said, putting a comforting arm around her shoulders, "Just fifteen more minutes. Then hopefully they'll have come and I won't have to take the next shift."

"If I pay you will you do it?" Hazel asked, her voice slightly muffled because she had turned her face into his strong shoulder.

He laughed and kissed the top of her head.

"Sorry, I don't really count cursed jewels an adequate payment for giving up precious moments of sanity.

Suddenly, Percy poked his head around the doorjamb.

"Hey, where did you guys go? I was just telling you about . . ." his voice trailed off and he blushed as we looked at him, "Ah, umm, well, I'll just, uhh, leave now " he mumbled and he backed out muttering, "If they wanted to be alone they could've told me . . ."

Frank and Hazel looked at each other.

"We should have tried that a long time ago."

"It would have saved everyone a massive headache," Frank agreed, and leaned down to kiss her.

Then Percy burst back into the room, and ignoring the situation entirely, grabbed them both by their hands and dragged them outside crying happily, "They're here! They're finally HERE!"

"Yep," Frank muttered, "definitely a saint."

This tecnically happens before my other two, but it was necessary to my immediet health. By the way, if Leo catches on fire every time he gets excited, what's gonna happen when a girl finally kisses him? That'll be interesting to see.