ObliviaSparkleberry. That's all I'm gonna tell you...

Hazels's POV

Last night we watched Hercules - it was so fun! Everyone was yelling insults at the TV, and Jason had some of the best Latin swears I've ever heard. They might be something like the stuff Arion says that Percy never wants to tell me. 

Anyway, everyone receives an alarm at eight am, which is super-early for a bunch of twenty-three-year-olds (more like three-year-olds, but whatever) who went to sleep at four am last night, on a sugar high from too much Reese's Pieces. It's Frank's, of course. He forgot to turn it off last night. He's so sweet -

My thoughts are cut off by Jason's yell from across the aisle. "Why is my pillow wet?" He has the bottom bunk and Percy is on top of him. That's a recipe for disaster.

Percy smirks. "Maybe you drool when you sleep."

"Um, no, Seaweed Brain. You drool when you sleep, and that happens to be your drool on Jason's pillow," Annabeth quips. She's probably right, though. I don't hesitate to tell Jason and Percy that, either.

"Ah, blank! Percy, that's gross!" Jason looks disgusted.

"Oooops..." is all Percy can manage. 

Just then Will comes out of the bathroom. I can see from his grim expression he heard it all. "Right, Percy," he starts, "swap with Jason. Your drool is a serious health hazard, and on the bottom bunk you're far less likely to fall out and hurt yourself again." He says it with a straight face but his eyes are twinkling.

There's a loud thump from the girls' side of the van and I look down from my perch on the top bunk to see that a very disgruntled Thalia has fallen off her bottom bunk and is lying, groaning on the floor. It seems she was the only one who wasn't woken up by Frank's alarm. 

"F*cking sh*t, mate," Thalia mumbles, still half asleep. 

"Excuse me," Reyna is doing a good job of faking being angry.

"Sorry," Thalia replies. "There's this Australian hunter called Erin. She's my second in command, Lieutenant when I'm gone, and she's got the most crude Aussie accent. She's so funny, though!" 

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Later that day, the beds are still down. The windows are closed and everyone's napping. Staying up till four and then drinking Will's special modified Ovaltine tends to do that to you (I may or may not have seen Will putting some kind of sleeping mixture in the mugs last night. Fair enough though, we would have been too hyper to sleep otherwise).

I'm sitting drawing on my bunk. Frank wakes up and comes and sits up here with me, and he's so heavy he bends the bunk. I motion towards the couches at the back. He nods and follows me down. 

We're just sitting, talking, his strong hand in mine. We don't realise Leo has woken up until he sneaks up behind us. "Don't be sad!" He's using his silly voice. "You are da tol and smol!"

Frank punches him lightly on the arm and Leo runs off, play-screaming loud enough to wake everyone up.