Charlie,

"Oh, you have to take this!" my best friend, Emily-Rose, snapped up a pair of jeans from my closet and threw them in my duffle, which was almost full thanks to her.

Emily-Rose and I had been best friends for as long as I could remember. Her dad, Grover, had been best friends with my parents when they were younger, and our moms had been excited when they found out they were pregnant at the same time. Our moms went in labor on the same day. Since I was born at midnight, Emily-Rose was born on May 3rd and me on May 4th.

And, in the last few years, we had done almost everything together.

Including Camp Half-Blood.

It was our second year going, and I was determined that I was going to have a better summer than last year.

Yes, I had fun and everything. But I was always my parents' kid.

My mother was Annabeth Chase/Jackson. She was the co-owner of Mt. Olympus Architectural Company, and she was the architect of Olympus.

My father was Percy Jackson. He was the child of prophecy who won the second Titan War and defeated Kronos, the one who became Praetor of New Rome, the one who fell into Tartus with my mother because he never wanted to leave her, and the one who defeated Gaea.

And my older brother was Noah Jackson. He had gone through his own quests and had earned his name there. He was also now a professional soccer player.

It was hard to live up to their legends, and it got even worse when it accidentally came out that I was most likely the child of the next big prophecy…

"I think I am going to borrow this. Does it go with my hair?" Emily-Rose held up one of the many dresses my grandmother had given me. I was her only granddaughter, and she adored finally having someone to give dresses and shoes and jewelry. But it was also kind of annoying since my closet was filling up with little blue dresses.

Emily-Rose was an odd girl I had to admit.

Her hair was red and curly, and she usually kept it in a black beanie. Her eyes were dark green like an evergreen, and her skin was light green, though you didn't notice unless it was winter or when she blushed because her cheeks turned green instead of red.

I wasn't sure why she looked weirder in our school uniform of a pair of blue pants and a polo, but she did. She looked more normal when she was in her lucky jeans with flowers on the bottom and a tee shirt for whatever nature charity she supported this month.

"Sure," I shrugged, not really paying attention as I threw in another pair of sneakers, and I hesitated with a pack of Slim Jims, "Hey, are you still vegan?"

"Nah, I found out you couldn't have pizza," she popped a piece of strawberry gum in her mouth.

I looked over my list again, and I made sure I had everything for zipping up my bag.

"Breakfast!" my dad called from the kitchen.

"Oooh, Uncle Percy's French Toast," Emily-Rose rushed out of my room and towards the kitchen.

I followed after her, and I saw the typical scene.

My brother moved out a year ago for soccer, and I still wasn't used to it. I kept waiting for him to come out of his room without his shirt as he clumsily made his way to the breakfast table.

Noah was six years older than me, and he wasn't my full brother.

It was a long story, and I knew my parents hadn't told me all of it. But I had most of the important parts.

My parents had been best friends as kids, and they started dating when they were teenagers. They moved in with each other when they graduated college, and my dad was about to propose to my mom when they had a fight. She left, and he went out with his best friend and got a little drunk. My mom and my dad got back together, but everything was suddenly changed when he got a call from his old college friend saying that she was pregnant with his baby.

He broke up with my mom and never told her why. A lot of things continued after that, but they usually skipped to the next part.

"And then your father and I started dating again, and we knew we wanted to have you so much. We moved in together, ready to get married and try for a wonderful baby like you. But, right as your father proposed, we found out that we were already blessed with a beautiful baby girl. And we got married, and, on May 4th, the most amazing little girl joined our family," is what my mom used to tell me.

"Good morning, Charlie," my mom smiled, putting her blueprints away and taking a sip of her coffee.

My mom was beautiful, I had to admit.

She had aged perfectly. Her hair was golden blonde and still long and curly, and she had it in a perfect ponytail today. She was tall and lean, and there were people who spend a fortune on surgery to have a face as beautiful as she did.

Everyone said I looked like her, and I really prayed that I would.

I wasn't ugly.

I had my mother's blonde curls, and I had inherited my father's sea green eyes. I was tall, though I felt short compared to my brother and father. And I had my mother's lips and my father's cheekbones. But I still felt awkward and young.

I was caught between being that cute kid in all those pictures on the wall and being the woman I know I can be, not that my father is up for the latter.

"So, I didn't know you slept over," my father handed us each a plate of French Toast, and Emily-Rose shrugged.

"Actually, speaking about that, I gotta go. I have to finish packing, and my mom wants us all three of her little flowers home before we go to camp," Emily-Rose told my parents, hurriedly eating a piece of French Toast as she rolled her eyes.

Her mother, who was a tree nymph, had referred to Emily-Rose as her flower from before she was born, and she had called the twins that came after her the little flowers, too.

"I can drive you," my mom offered, but Emily-Rose shook her head.

"My dad said he would pick me up-" before Emily Rose could finish that sentence, I heard the familiar sound of Uncle Grover's car honking, "That's him. I will text you later."

Emily-Rose hugged me and slung her satchel over her shoulder, quickly saying goodbye to my parents.

"So, are you already for Camp?" my mom turned to me, unwrapping her hands from the coffee mug to try to stop me from noticing that her hands were shaking.

I knew why she was shaking, and I knew why my father was going into overdrive to make sure that he was a good dad. I knew why my older brother was suddenly more overprotective, and I could tell what was wrong in my family's eyes when they looked at me.

It had been there since I was seven years old. It was my first incident. We were in Bermuda for a family vacation over the summer, and I still remember it perfectly. I had my legs dangling on the edge of the pool, and the moment was perfect.

Then all of a sudden, the almost empty pool began to feel charged. But I didn't notice. I didn't notice the swarming clouds, though people hurried out of the pool for it. I laughed at my brother as my mom made him get out to put on his sunscreen. Maybe it was just to make him mad, but I dove straight into the water. I suddenly felt myself getting pulled down, the force of the water too strong for me, and the water coming together produced sparks. And my blood fought for control of my body.

I screamed with all my might under the water, and I thrashed against it, scared to death. I could feel my blood fighting me, and I heard my parents screaming above, my brother and father trying to die out everything. But then the worst thing happened.

As I closed my eyes, I could see her, staring at me as she twirled around a dagger on a marble sacrificial altar. She would have been beautiful if she hadn't been so cruel. Her hair was black and swept down her back, curly like the girl from Brave. One eye was olive green and the other brown. She was tall and graceful, wearing a sweeping Greek gown. She let out a beckoning wave, and, the next thing I knew, my eyes opened again and the water was fine.

Ever since then, my grandfather had given me special protection the water, giving me blessing after blessing. But then she got with Arachne and came to me in the form of a herd of spiders. She always finds another way to do it, and my parents could no longer keep the secret.

They finally told me that I was the Chosen One, and, while they would never say it, I knew I would have to meet her one day…

For now, I pretended not to know.

"Yup, all packed," I took a big bite of my French Toast.

Kate,

Waking up in your childhood room is something I am still not used to.

When I packed up for college, I was kind of happy to leave my old room. I wanted new memories. I wanted a new life. I wanted to make something new of Katherine Moore, and I knew that getting out of this room would help me.

This room held old memories of slumber parties, fights, tears, and big smiles. This room was my old life before college. This room was the old Katherine Moore, and I felt like all of my progress was suddenly stopping and reversing.

Most people would like being home and hanging out in your old bedroom, and I probably would have if it hadn't been for him…

Noah Jackson.

It was just a name. Two words. He was just a person.

But it wasn't like that..

I had known him since I was three years old.

He wasn't just a part of my life. He was my life.

When we were ten, he taught me the butterfly, which was my star stroke when I was on the swim team. He was the one to get my knees to unfreeze when I walked into my middle school class for the first time and when I walked into my high school class for the first time. He taught me how to drive when I was sixteen. He let me cry on his shoulder when I went through my first broken heart, and I had been there for him through everything, too.

For the longest time, we were family. We accepted the fact that my aunt married his father years ago, and we saw each other as cousins.

But then my older brother, Sam, who was two years older than me and a year older than Noah, graduated high school and started playing soccer.

For a year there, it was just me and Noah.

Something happened that year.

To this day, I still can't figure out what happened or when it happened.

I couldn't even realize it until I was deep to ever escape.

If it hadn't been for his little sister Charlie, I may not have ever realized it.

No matter how much I tried to block it out, I could remember everything.

Noah kept thanking me for watching Charlie, who was about eleven then, as I tied his tie. When his cell phone rang with an alert that he would be late, he quickly kissed my cheek and the top of my head as he got everything to leave. He thanked me again, and he was off.

That was the night of his senior prom, and I had been asked by a senior. But I had opted to stay home and watch Charlie.

Things were going fine until Charlie popped a movie in the DVD player and I looked on Facebook. My heart stopped beating as I looked at the picture posted by one of my friends, Nick.

I had known Noah's date was pretty, but I had never seen her like this. Her blonde hair was in a perfect bun with a curly strand on each side falling out. Her eyes were as blue as the sea and her teeth as white as pearls. Her dress fit her slim and perfect body perfectly, and she had a Prom Queen crown fixed on the top of her head. She was laughing with Noah, her arm slung around him, and he was smiling…

"Why are you here, Kate?" Charlie asked, and my eyes flew up to her, still shocked by the picture.

"What are you talking about, Charlie?"

"You could be at the Prom right now. At Prom with one of the hottest guys in your school, and you're here with me," Charlie was making a point, and I didn't like it.

"I like you."

"You didn't do this for me, Kate. You know who you did this for…"

Charlie was right.

Noah had asked me if I could babysit his little sister, and I pushed away all of my

And I couldn't stand it.

When he left for soccer at the end of that summer, I hugged him tightly, and I promised him that I would keep in touch. But I knew I couldn't.

I couldn't be like this anymore. I needed to get away from him, I needed to not depend on someone who will always see me as a little sister for my happiness. I needed a new life, and I needed it before I was too deep to do anything. When I left, I thought that there might be a day when we could both just be friends again…

I doubted it would ever come.

I built a life. I made new friends my senior year. I had new boyfriends. I went to college as creative writing major, and I made new friends there, too.

But, in the middle of the night, I still found myself stopping and staring at my laptop, wondering what he was doing. After a while, I caved into the temptation, and I crawled to my computer, careful not to wake-up my roommate, Adriane, and I surfed through Facebook just to see him again…

This morning, I felt an itch to do it again, but I shook my head, sitting up in bed. I slid out of my bed, and I stomped over to my closet as I let out a big yawn. I changed into my sweatpants and a tank top in case my parents got home early so I wouldn't get that look and shake of the head they gave me when they saw me still in my pajamas. Pulling my hair into a new ponytail, I started downstairs.

My brother was getting ready for his soccer game, and he hadn't been here in three months. My parents were up there with him, and I had opted to stay home instead and work on my writing.

I thought it would be nice to finally have some peace and quiet, but it quickly proved to be harder than I expected. This place didn't feel right silent. It needed… noise.

As I turned on the toaster, I went back to the couch where I left my laptop plugged in last night.

I opened my email account, and I smiled wide.

SoccerGuy18.

He was my online penpal, and he was the reason I hadn't lost my mind long ago.

We had an agreement. No real names. No exact situations. And no places.

We both kept to it, and I honestly didn't care as long as I still had him.

To: SoccerGuy18

From: PixarRules4

Almost packed for camp.

It feels so quiet here. I thought it would be nice to spend some time at home, back in my old room with my old stuff. But I can't look at anything and not think about Green. He was there for my entire life…

I don't think I have ever been so thankful that my time at home was up. This was my favorite place for so long…

Anyway, are you all packed for your summer?

-Pixar

I closed my laptop again, and I raced to stop from burning the toast.

Noah,

I took a long shower, trying to wash away the stink of my constant practices.

I had been practicing nonstop for the last two weeks getting ready for this game. When the coach pulled me aside and informed me that Sam and I were going to be his main players in the game, we had gone into overdrive to prepare.

Every morning now, some new part of my body was soar.

"Noah, stop being such a girl! I need a shower, too!" Sam banged on the bathroom door. I rolled my eyes and powered off the shower, reaching for the towel hanging on the rack.

Sam and I had been best friends since I was five and he six. We were both on the same soccer team as kids, and we were both on the same professional soccer team now. He was also technically my cousin after my father married his aunt.

We both shared a two bedroom apartment, and, despite the two bathroom situation, he had always preferred my shower because it had better water pressure.

"Gods, Aunt Annabeth knows that you stink. She raised you. You don't have to shower for hours for her," Sam pushed past me to get to the shower, and I had to bite my tongue.

Sam and I told each other everything. Well, almost everything.

I had kept one little secret to myself.

If I would be trying to look (or smell) good for anyone, it would be for that.

His younger sister, Kate.

I hated how I felt for Kate.

She had been like my little other little sister. I had been there for her through everything, and she had been there for me through everything. I had always loved her, and we had always been close. But, until my senior year of high school, I had never felt anything more.

Now I did.

Much more.

My time away from Kate (the time where she had done everything but lock me in another room away from her to avoid me) had made me miss her. And, somewhere in my misery, I found that it wasn't just a little crush on Kate. I loved her…

I loved her more and more by every day.

And the last two years had resulted in what felt like Kate had ripped a part out of my heart and held it for ransom.

I closed my eyes tightly to block out that thought, and I went to my bedroom.

I had gone for the bigger room while Sam went for the smaller one with the great view over the city. My step-mother had decorated my room with my favorite colors, green and blue. She had made the room look like my age despite how I had been afraid that she would make it like I was six, and she had even tracked down my first soccer ball and put it on a display next to a bunch of family pictures.

Annabeth…

My father had been best friends with her since he was twelve, and they started dating when they were sixteen. They had been through everything imaginable, and they had been ready to get married when they were about twenty-three. As usual when people move in together, they fought and had a big fight. She left for a while, and my father went out one night for a drink with his buddies, where he preceded to get completely wasted. That was when my mother, JoJo, came in.

After that, they agreed never to speak of it again, and my dad and Annabeth got back together. Then my dad got a call, and he left Annabeth. Nine months later, I was born.

My mom had majority of custody of me, though she was never a good mom. My dad got the majority custody of me with me spending one week a month with her when I was three. With the help of neighbor, Christine, I helped Annabeth and my father get back together.

A year later, I had a little sister, Charlie, and they were married.

Annabeth became my real mother, and I loved her as such.

I still loved my birth mother, though we were even less close now. She was in California, and she had been since I was eleven. When I was fourteen, she became wife number two to Henry Alexander, Annabeth's ex-fiance, and I had to admit they were a good match. They were always trying to look younger, be hipper, and go farther up the ladder of fame. And children weren't exactly their thing.

I was changing into a pair of sweatpants and my lucky tee shirt, throwing some laundry from the floor into my laundry basket, when Sam banged on my door.

"We're going to be late for practice!"

"Practice isn't for another hour!" I yelled back, running a towel through my soaking wet hair.

"For extra practice! Gods, this is the big game!"

This was the big game.

Sam and I both wanted to work for Manchester United. We knew we could do it, we just had to do this right. And we were almost there. This game could determine our future.

"I'll be out in second," I walked over to my laptop, which was blinking with a new email.

To: SoccerBoy18

From: PixarRules4

Almost packed for camp.

It feels so quiet here. I thought it would be nice to spend some time at home, back in my old room with my old stuff. But I can't look at anything and not think about Green. He was there for my entire life…

I don't think I have ever been so thankful that my time at home was up. This was my favorite place for so long…

Anyway, are you all packed for your summer?

-Pixar

I smiled with my new email, and I began to type back a response.

To: PixarRules4

From: SoccerGuy18

All packed, and everything is already in my roommate's car.

Quiet sounds great compared to here.

I can't even get a shower without my Nat banging on my door telling me we'll be late for a practice that doesn't start for another hour. And it doesn't help that Dianna will be there, too.

I cant decide if I am excited or not.

Well, I better get to practice, good luck.

-SoccerGuy

I pressed send.

As part of our deal, Pixar and I never used real names.

So Kate became Dianna and Sam became Nat.

"If you do not get in the car right now, I am driving off without you," Sam opened the door, leaning on the doorframe.

"Will you calm down?"

"No."

"Fine," I got up, picking up my gym bag as I followed him.

As I strapped into Sam's jeep, I couldn't decide what I was more nervous for.

Seeing Kate or the actual game…

Here is it! If you hadn't read You've Got Mail, this is a sequel about their children of You've Got Mail. I have tried to make it where you can read this without needing to read You've Got Mail, but it might be easier.