Percy and I talked about lots of stuff over lunch. About what we wanted to do with our lives, where we would travel, I found such enjoyment of just being in his presence.

"Hey Annabeth if you want you can come and help me with my little sister."

"Why is she a wild child?"

"They wildest of them all"

We had a small argument about who was paying the tab, even though I hadn't brought my wallet.

We got back onto his motorbike and drove home.

Instead of stopping at my valve we drove straight to percys cabin

His drive way wasn't as hidden as mine. A large tree stood close to it and the dry grasses rattled in the sea breeze.

We pulled up and both hopped off.

"When should your sister be here".

"In a few minutes maybe".

We both walked inside. I had only been to Percy's place once and that was for pancakes.

The house was a bit more open than mine with a large open window leading onto the beach.

Also his bedroom and living room were separated.

Altogether his house is nicer than mine.

Percy went into his kitchen and began to but a jug on the stove top.

"Tea or coffee?"

"Coffee please. So Percy what's your sister name".

"It's Estelle Jackson-Blofis"

"She is your half sister"

"Yeah my mother re- married".

"Do you like the guy?"

"He makes my mom happy and has been hood to us both so he is fine by me."

The crunching of a car pulling up on gravel both startled us.

I had been focusing so deeply on Percy that everything else seemed faded.

"That's Estelle". Percy jumped up and ran to the door.

I stood to follow him. Suddenly I felt a light nausea wafted over me, my balance felt wrong but I shook it off and went to see Percys sister.