AN: Sorry, it's been a while.

To everyone who reads my other PJ story 'Expecting' can you please go on my profile and vote on the poll if you want Percy to go to LA or stay in New York. I'd appreciate it.

Thank you!

Annabeth

A Few Hours Later

A tapping sound wakes me out of my slumber and I sit up and look around my room. I hear the tapping sound again and get out of bed and walk in the direction the sound came from: the window.

I look through the glass and down at my front garden. I can see the stone path that travels from the gate to the white door. I can see a several types of flowers, the twin's football goal, two bikes, Percy and- wait! Percy!

I frown and open the window, forgetting how pale and sick I must look. "What're you doing here?" I ask in a loud whisper.

"Thalia told me you had chemo today. I wanted to come check on you," he calls back.

"I'm fine, really. My dad won't let you in," I call down.

"I know, Thals told me that, too. I'm sure I can find a way up," he grins.

"And how on earth are you going to get up he…" I trail off, remembering that I have a ladder-type fence stuck to the wall that stops the forever-growing rose bush from falling over.

I've wondered time and time again why dad doesn't just cut the annoying bush down even though it is pretty. I guess we can finally put it to good use. "Are you seriously going to risk it?" I ask, glancing at the ladder type fence. What if the wood breaks?

"It's either that or you stay sick in your room all day, bored and on your own," he replies. I guess some company does sound nice.

"Fine. Just be careful. I don't want to be blamed for your death," I call down.

"If I fall and die just tell my mom I love her and give a long speech about how amazing I am at my funeral," he jokes.

"Deal," I chuckle. "Hurry up, though, my dad might hear you climb up.

Without another word I watch as Percy starts to climb up the fence. I go back inside and look at my reflection in the mirror. My face, like I expected, is pale, my eyes look tired even though I feel wide awake and my wig is messy.

Normally, I take the wig off for bed but I was so exhausted earlier that I just left it on. I quickly straighten it up and brush the knots out before brushing off my jeans and top.

I never wanted any of my friends to see me like this: weak and sick but I guess I can make an exception- just for today. Besides, Percy is funny- he'll cheer me up and I don't think he'll mind my horrible appearance.

He and I have got to know each other a lot in the past few weeks. I know a lot about him but I'm sure there are still things I don't know about him. I've learnt that he's a big hit with the girls and I'll admit I've wanted to rugby tackle some of the girls who come near him when I'm around.

I don't know why I get so… so angry when girls try to get his attention. It doesn't work, though; I think it annoys him more than anything.

I go back to the window when I realise he's close to the top. He holds a hand out to me and I take it, pulling him up. "Thanks," he smiles once he's inside my room.

"My dad is going to interrogate you when he finds out that I not only have a boy in my room but that he climbed through my window in secret," I say, smiling back.

"I'll live," he sighs and drops onto my bed. I shake my head, the smile on my face not fading as I drop onto my bed next to him.

I've had boys in my room before like Grover and Nico but that was with the girl's aswell and that was a long, long time ago. This is Percy's first time in my room and I watch his face as his eyes scan the room.

"Nice den," he finally says and I shrug.

"It's okay, I guess," I reply, looking at my silver walls and the pictures stuck on them.

I cross my legs and turn so I'm sitting opposite him on my bed. "Why are you here?" I ask.

His eyes turn serious when he replies; "I didn't like the thought of you being stuck in your bedroom feeling sick and tired and all on your own while you have to go through something as big as this."

I don't know what to say; I'm speechless.

"Thanks," I whisper. "That was really kind and sappy- but I liked it." He smiles and as soon as I see it a smile spreads across my own face.

"Anytime," he replies. "So, when's your next chemo session?"

"Next month," I answer. He nods and his eyes light up and I know he has an idea. "What on your mind, Seaweed Brain?" I called him that a few weeks ago when he called me 'Wise Girl' and the nicknames kind of stuck.

"Why don't I come with you next time?" he suggests. I shake my head, instantly.

"No way. I'll be weak and sick and tired-" he cuts me off.

"I don't care what you look like. You shouldn't care what other people think about you. You are you and that's what I like. You're not like the other girls in school that try to be popular and wear short skirts. You're your own person. Besides, I want to come… that is if you'll let me," he replies.

I sigh. He's as stubborn as I am and he's loyal. Let's just say he's hard to say no to. I look into his eyes that seem to be begging.

"Please," he says in a baby-like voice. I roll my eyes.

"Fine," I finally say. He grins and ruffles my wig.

"Thank you!" he beams and then frowns. "Why do you wear that thing on your head?"

"My wig?" I ask. He nods. "Because I feel weird without it… naked, kind of. My mom had curly blonde hair and I had it before I started chemo. I wanted to be as much like my old self as possible and I wanted to be like my mom was."

"You miss her a lot, don't you?" he says. I nod.

"More than I can possibly say in words. She wasn't just my mom- she was my best friend," I reply. I smile at him. "I think she would've liked you."

"Everyone likes me," he teases, cockily. I laugh.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," I grin.

We sit in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before I say and move so I'm leaning against the headboard of my bed, next to Percy.

Our thighs are pressed against each other but none of us bother to move. It doesn't mean anything and it doesn't make me uncomfortable.

"Are you scared?" he whispers, breaking the silence.

"Of what?" I ask, really confused.

"You know, about there being a possibility of you dying?" he explains.

"When I first found out I will still young, my mom had only died a few years before and I was terrified but as I got older I realised that everyone will die- the only difference is that I may go earlier than most," I reply. He nods.

"Do you think you'll make it?" he asks in a whisper.

"No. My mom was the strongest person I knew and she didn't make it. So, I don't think I will, either."

"I think you can do it. You are the strongest person I know," he replies. "I feel like I've known you forever."

"Me too," I say, looking up at him.

He smiles and wraps an arm around my shoulders. I rest my head on his arm and close my eyes, peacefully.

AN: No cliffhanger, sorry! And sorry if there any mistakes. Review!