I had exactly 2,318 views on this story in the past few days. Holy actual flip… just what are the difference between visitors and views? Are visitor's people who keep rereading or does the server recognize them?

AND MASSIVE BIG THANK YOU TO Finwitch1 for the idea with the blueness.

Dragongirl: OMYCHUCK I NEEDED TO SEE THAT MANY REVIEWS! I LOVE YOU! GET AN ACCOUNT! I WILL PUT ARES IN! ANY OTHER SUGGESTIONS or how he could do it?

Anyway, I hope you are all doing great

(if you wan to talk about anything I'm here.)

Also this is going back to the first few chapters with Frank watching Percy's IBC and the Arctic. Also I know penguins aren't in the Arctic. I do not care.

Percy shivered slightly. He was standing on top of a massive snow drift, his back to the sea. Blackjack skittered in front of him, Annabeth holding desperately onto his mane whilst setting up a camera.

Man, its cold boss. The black horse whinnied. Percy held back another shiver and nodded.

'Yup. And before you ask,' he added quickly 'I do not have sugar'

Blackjack closed his mouth with a huff of breath that crystallized in the air.

"Argh, Percy. Tell your horse to stop!" groaned Annabeth, tugging gently on his mane and tried to force the camera down into the packed, white earth.

But Percy wasn't listening. He had turned around and was staring out to sea, his hands in his hoodie pockets, shoulders slumped slightly, the cold, harsh wind whipping his long-for-a-boy hair across him face. Annabeth paused, looking up at her boyfriend. He looked like a god, surveying his subjects. She smiled slightly, remembering the day years ago where he had turned down godship for her. Blackjack had stopped jumping and stood docilely next to her. Then the serene moment was over when Percy jumped into the air and tumbled down the drift, snow spraying up. Immediately, Annabeth dropped the camera and forced her frozen finger out of the horse's mane. She took off running, her Converse dragging her down, soaking her feet. She panted up the drift, looking desperately for Percy.

She saw him straight away, his blue hoodie contrasting with the glistening snow. He was crouched next to a small figure. A child? Great. She fell, getting closer. Then she saw the figure wasn't a child, it was a penguin. Oh Gods, this was even worse. She plodded over to Percy, who was wrapping his hoodie around the little bird. She sighed, squatting next to him.

"Percy," she spoke softly. The penguin's beady eye regarded her, then cuddled closer to Percy. Mocking her."

"Percy, penguins don't feel eth cold." Percy looked at her. "But he's cold!" he protested. Annabeth sighed, standing. She stamped her feet, feeling the cold seep through. Without looking at her, Percy poked her foot, evaporating the ice. She smiled. Percy was a good boyfriend, even if he put hoodies on penguins.

"Steve." Percy exclaimed. Annabeth frowned down at him.

"Annabeth…" she said confused. Percy shook his head.

"Steve the penguin." He replied.

Annabeth rolled her eyes. She bent down again and poked the penguin. It looked at her.

"You cant keep it."

"Him. And yes I can."

"Penguins don't live in America."
"This one does."

"Seriously."

"Yup."

She sighed. There was a loud splash and they all looked up to see a man in a Hawaii shirt in loud colors. Percy jumped up, almost knocking over 'Steve' he threw his arms around him while Annabeth and Steve looked at each other.

Steve made a penguin sound.

Annabeth made a penguin sound.

Steve tried to slap Annabeth with a flipper.

Annabeth pushed Steve over and walked over to the embracing father and son.

"Poseidon." She nodded respectfully.

Said god wrapped her in a hug.

She threw a look at Steve. This fell as Poseidon wrapped the blinking penguin in a hug.

Steve made a rude penguin gesture.

Percy giggled.

Annabeth sent another glare at him.

He stopped laughing and slowly bent and scooped at the snow. Annabeth grinned and fell into a crouch, gathering a handful of snow. She didn't pack it too hard; it had to explode on impact.

She threw it. She had started this, not the ridiculous Seaweed Brain.

His eyes widened, icy fragments sliding down his 'California' T-shirt. He grinned wickedly and readied his. Just as it left his hand, she ducked and another snowball soared through the air and hit Percy's snowball, annihilating it. Percy's mouth dropped open

"Daaaa-" another lump of snow wedged itself in his mouth. He pushed it out, letting it drop.

"It is on Old man."

Needless to say, you do not antagonize a god whilst in the middle of a snowball fight.

Filler whatever. Its longish. Right, story time, we had a RE assessment (Religious Exercises, about God etc) and this IDIOT called Amara was asking questions. Now I don't like her. She DOES NOT STOP ASKING STUPID QUESTIONS AND ACTS LIKE A PETULANT FOUR YEAR OLD. NOT A FUNNY CUTE ONE, THE ONES THAT YOU WANT TO STRANGLE WITH YOUR BARE HANDS. UGH. And she asked "When you do number D, do you write one paragraph or two?" first off, the teacher had explained this before. I will leave you lot to figure out the other thing that is wrong with this.

Ugh.

Fez.