Hello. Yeah, I'm re-writing this againbut honestly before I didn't have any idea where this story was going. It was doomed to be a cliche and-so-they-went-on-a-quest-and-fell-in-love-in-the-process kind of story. But, I came up with a brilliant [brilliant to me anyway] idea for this story, so I have to make some minor changes. No big deal, really, but it would confuse you if I didn't make these changes. Please, actually read this, because if you don't you're going to end up horribly confused with this story, and the only result for that is about a billion 'what the hell did you do' flames. For the third time, enjoy.

I yawned as I woke up from a blissfully dreamless sleep. I rolled over and opened my sleepy eyes and saw that I would just make breakfast if I hurried. Great, just woke up and now I get to run like Hades to the dining pavilion. I propped myself up on my elbows and rubbed my eyes. I got out of my bed and opened my dresser to grab the first set of clothes I saw (for all of you curious people out there, it was an old Camp Half-Blood t-shirt and black shorts). I got changed and put my converse on before exiting my cabin.

Unfortunately, seeing as I was not a child of Apollo and I had just woken up, the light of the sun was practically blinding. I put my arm up to shield my eyes and began to sprint to the dining pavilion. But, being me, I just had to run into someone. And that someone was Nico di Angelo, someone who, not surprisingly seeing as I was the biggest klutz ever, I literally ran into quite frequently. Like, on a daily basis for the past few months. Weirdly enough, though, throughout all of these unfortunate encounters, we'd never actually spoken more than a few words to each other, four at the most.

Like I just said, I'd never actually had a real conversation with Nico, but either he's a normally moody person or he was annoyed or something, because he was being really, well, annoying.

"OW!" I yelped as I fell down onto my ass. Great sixty-third first impression Cynthia! I thought sarcastically (yes, I am sarcastic even in my thoughts). "Sorry," I muttered pathetically.

He rolled his eyes and said, "Well why don't you put your arm down and watch where you're going? Because seriously this is getting old. You run into me everyday. Stupid Poseidon kids. Er, Poseidon girls."

He muttered the last part, but it was obvious that he wanted me to hear.

I rolled my eyes and got up. "Whatever."

I left him sitting in the dirt, and just before I ran off to the dining pavilion, I turned around and said, "And for the record, I don't run into you everyday."

"Hey Perce, what's for breakfast?" I asked Percy (who else?) as I slid into place at the Poseidon table.

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever you want it to be."

"I know, just making conversation. How's Annabeth?"

He blinked, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks. And by slight blush I mean tomato red blush. "How should I know?"

I sighed and rolled my eyes.. "Oh gee, let's see. How on earth would you know how Annabeth is? Well it couldn't be that you're with her 24/7, could it? Nah. Or maybe it's that if I remember correctly and I was not dreaming, she snuck in at midnight and left at six AM just to cuddle with you, waking me up in the process. I'm guessing that's how you would know."

His face turned a deeper shade of scarlet red and he quickly said, "You were dreaming."

"Yeah, right. And I'm a unicorn from Dandyland."

"Uh, don't you mean candyland?"

"No, you know what I'm like when I have sugar. Are you trying to temp me?"

"No, no!" He said hurriedly, shuddering. I laughed at his response, and at the memory of what happened the last time I had sugar. Percy still wasn't over it, apparently.

"Oh yeah," I said casually, "and i do have one question that won't lead your face to become the color of a strawberry," What? Percy had enough freckles this summer to make him look like a strawberry when he was blushing. " Is Nico normally...moody. I mean, i've run into him a few times but-"

"You know he might be less moody and annoyed with you if you didn't run into him on a daily basis." Percy said, trying to make me blush. Well, yeah I was embaressed that he knew, but I don't blush. Ever.

"Oh whatever Percy. It's just that today he seemed more..." I paused trying to find the right word. "irritable than usual."

"Okay. I care why?"

"Because he's your friend Seaweed Brain.

"Oh right...well i'll talk to him."

"You know, I know just how to summarize you Percy; My brother, the idiotic invulnerable dude."

He just rolled his eyes, which translates to "I have no good response, so I'm not even going to bother trying."

My stomach grumbled and I suddenly remember why I was even at the dinning pavilion in the first place.

Food.

"Strawberry banana with extra banana smoothie and two slices of ham, pineapple, and bacon pizza." I said.

"What?" Percy replied.

"I wasn't talking to you," I retorted.

"Then who in Poseidon's name were you talking to?"

"My plate and cup."

"Why?"

I looked at him. He had to be kidding. "How else am I supposed to get my food, Seaweed Brain?"

"Oh." He replied, obviously feeling dumb. Well, he should. Because he is. "Well, don't call me that."

I smirked. "You like it when Annabeth calls you that." I then proceeded to make kissy noises.

Yes, I'm immature. Get over it.

"And," he continued, "you shouldn't eat pizza for breakfast."

I just ignored him an spent the next ten minutes eating in silence. I love pizza. When I finished I got up and said, "Later Seaweed brain." To which he replied, "Later Seaweed Brain Jr." with a smirk. I scoffed and walked off in a huff.

Cynthia Rule #247: Percy is not allowed to nickname me Seaweed Brain Jr. Ever.

But, seeing as Percy's invulnerable and the Hero of Olympus, there's not much I can do about it. Stupid Seaweed Brain.

"Hey Cynthia!" I heard someone scream and I turned to see my best friend Lyra Solaris waving frantically from the Apollo cabin.

I waved back and ran over to her. With a mocking smile and a small laugh I said "Hey shortie!"

Just a tip: She's fourteen and 5'2. I'm thirteen (fourteen on August 13th) and four inches taller than her.

She folded her arms over her chest and said, "Yes, I know I'm short now. So get over it and stop laughing."

"Hmm, I could, but I won't. Until you grow, you are officially shortie."

She just rolled her eyes.

When it became apparent that she wasn't going to say anything, I said, "Was there any specific reason you called me over? You seemed pretty excited."

She immediately perked up and started to laugh. "Oh, oh yeah. Oh my gods Cynthia, it was so funny. You should have been there!"

"What," I asked curious.

"The Stoll brothers. They pulled the most genius prank on the Aphrodite cabin!" She replied. "They spray painted a Mango gold and wrote "for the prettiest" on it. The Aphrodite cabin went frantic and started ripping each other's clothes and smudging their makeup. It was so freaking hilarious!"

I rolled my eyes and laughed a bit. "You would find that funny."

"No," she said. "That's not the funniest part. The Aphrodite cabin found out it was a prank by the Stoll's and now all of Connors clothes are three sizes too small, no matter how big they originated, and Travis has permanent make up all over him. And I mean PERMANENT. That junks gong to takes months to get off."

I laughed for real. "Okay, now that's funny."

She smirked. "You would find that funny."

"So did you." I pointed out.

"Touché."

I stared at her and she asked, "What?"

"Since when do you use words like touché?"

"Since never, it just popped into my head."

"Uh, kay. Don't we have archery now?"

"Yeah, we do. Race you there!"

"No, wait!" I called, but she had already started running. I already told you how short she was, but let me tell you something else: that girl is freaking fast. 5'2, maybe. But what she lacks in altitude, she makes up for in speed. I started running after her, but it was hopeless even if I'd been the one with a head start.

She won.

"Hurry up, slowpoke!" she yelled at me.

When I got there I said, "For your information, I am NOT a slowpoke. You're just a fast poke."

"Same diff dude."

"You know, I never got that saying. If it's the same, then why would you say same diff? I mean, come on, it makes absolutely no sense."

"Whatever," Lyra replied

"And for your information there IS a difference. You're just fast, I'm not slow!"

"I thought we came here for archery, not to argue." She pointed out.

I sighed. "I know. I just don't like being called slow."

"And I don't like being called short."

"But you're short and I'm not slow. There's a difference."

She sighed. "Why don't we just do some archery?"

"Sure, why not." I said.

So, for the next hour we did archery. It was fun. We did a competition. Lyra won. And yes, I'm being annoyingly simple on purpose. You gotta love me though, right?

Right?

So, like I said, not a lot of changes, a bit more dialogue, a bit changed dialogue, and it's longer. That's it.