Luke Castellan was a complicated guy, I'd give him that.

When Thalia was about twelve years old, she fled from home and met Luke. The pair found Annabeth while they were vacationing with Luke's mother, who had mental issues but was still pretty cool when she wasn't having an episode. They all helped each other and had a great time, but once the vacation was over, Annabeth went home.

Pretty soon after that, Luke and Thalia ran away together, which is one of the first things that made me wonder. Luke's dad was insanely rich, and seemed like a nice guy, making it look like daddy issues wouldn't be a problem. His mom had some mental problems, but, like I mentioned, she was still pretty sweet. His home was nice, too, and much better than his current estate. I just didn't get why he left.

A year later, Mr. Castellan left his family while his wife spiralled into insanity.

Luke had been living in a crusty apartment in Upper East Side, and Thalia was his roommate. That was another thing that I was kind of concerned about. Thalia, age twenty, was currently running around. She was trying to fulfill her dreams, as well as make an honest living. Luke, age twenty two, sat at home on his couch like a potato, from my knowledge. Why? I couldn't tell you. But whenever I mentioned this to either Thalia or Annabeth, they got very defensive.

Speaking of Annabeth, I had no idea that she and Luke had gotten close again. When she moved to New York and reunited with Thalia, she also reunited with Luke. Thalia had oversaw the whole thing, and told me it didn't really go well, and that she had really low expectations for a future relationship. Annabeth was twelve and Luke was nineteen, so that may have had an impact on the situation, but either way the whole encounter was awkward.

"Let's watch Mean Girls!" Silena suggested.

The entire group was situated in my living room, cuddled up with blankets and clutching their popcorn bowls. The di Angelo siblings claimed the loveseat for themselves. Luke was on the left of Annabeth, who was on my left. We were all on the main couch. Grover was by my feet, and Charles and Silena were cuddling on the floor between the loveseat and the couch, which met at a ninety degree angle. Rachel had sprawled herself over Paul's recliner.

I was scrolling through Netflix, and the group couldn't seem to come to a consensus.

"No," I berrated. "I'm not paying for that."

Silena blew a long, straight stand of her black hair out of her face. "Fine."

"What about a nature documentary?" Grover suggested.

Rachel shook her head. "I hate those things. They make me feel guilty." She brushed her hands over her freckled arms, wiping off imaginary dust.

"How about a cartoon?" Bianca timidly mentioned. "There's a lot of good Disney movies."

We all nodded and began scrolling through those. We eventually decided on Hercules, and chose The Jungle Book in case we wanted to watch more.

"That's so inaccurate," Annabeth mumbled, referring to our tier one selection.

I smirked at her. "Sorry, Wise Girl. Feel free to correct the movie as we watch."

"I would have done it without your approval," she stated smugly.

I chuckled. "I would imagine."

We all made sure we were comfy before starting the movie.

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The second movie, The Jungle Book, had just finished and almost everybody was asleep. Nico conked out before Hercules even met Megara, and Bianca followed shortly after. Grover was passed out about halfway through Hercules, and Luke went down as we were starting The Jungle Book. The young couple on the floor fell asleep somewhere around the start of The Jungle Book, and Annabeth slumped onto my shoulder when it was halfway finished. Rachel and I were the only ones still awake.

"That was pretty fun, huh?" I stated.

She nodded sleepily. "I'm surprised I didn't fall asleep. I barely got any last night."

I frowned. "Why? Nightmares?"

"Yeah." Rachel sighed. "I wish I could figure out how to make them less realistic, or vivid. I don't even know why I get them most of the time."

I nodded. "Yeah, because usually they'd be caused by, like, stress, or an anniversary. But they are very random, typically, right?"

"Super sporadic."

I glanced at the clock. It was almost four o'clock.

"What do you want to do?" I asked her.

"I'm pretty hungry," she commented.

Our food stash had completely depleted. The popcorn vanished almost instantly, the chips not far behind. Grover finished off the dips himself, using both the chips and popcorn. Silena and I had scarfed most of the cookies down ourselves, and they were all gone. The candy supply had disappeared as well.

"We could make something. Are you good at baking?"

She dramatically shook her head.

"Great, me neither! Let's go bake some cookies!" I cheered, still keeping my voice down.

Rachel laughed.

I maneuvered myself off of the couch, gently setting Annabeth's head on a pillow. Rachel smirked at me.

I rolled my eyes. "Come on."

We got out the ingredients and set to work. Since our kitchen was kind of an open plan, and was directly next to the living room, we tried our best to stay quiet, although we had several minor laugh attacks whenever we'd mess up.

For instance, as we were first mixing the dough, Rachel was looking at me strangely as I explained the game plan.

"I'll finish up mixing the dry stuff," I told her. "You can start the wet ingredients. So get the oil, water, eggs, and vanilla - what?"

Rachel was smiling really big, and her eyes were kind of watering as if she was holding in a laugh.

"Did I say something?"

She finally burst out in a fit of giggles.

"You have some - you've got a bit of flour - " She could barely breath at that point. "There's flour all on your face!"

I glared at her playfully. "That's what was so funny? Wow, Rache."

"It's just really bad placement," she explained, still grinning. "Come to the bathroom with me."

I followed her skeptically. She flipped the lights on and I looked into the mirror. I couldn't contain my laughter. I had flour running all along my forehead, as well as in my hair. I must have ran my fingers through it at some point. There was also a large portion of flour concentrated along my lip, giving me either a stark white mustache, or making me appear...never mind. I had a flour mustache, kids!

After a moment trying to get a hold on our laughter fit, Rachel put her hand in my left shoulder. She stared at me solemnly through the mirror.

"Want to talk about it?"

And we were submitted to laughter again. I think Rachel even snorted a few times, making me gasp for air.

"This is quite the fashion look," I commented sarcastically. I ran my hands through my dark hair and pouted like models typically did.

"Oh, yes." Rachel nodded. "The pure white against the pitch black, woo! Never seen anything like it, and I say that with confidence."

I smiled at her.

We made our way back to the kitchen and finished the cookies off, trying to keep our voices down.

After we put them in the oven, we decided to go sit back down in the living room. As I plopped into the couch, I saw Annabeth's eyelids flutter, slowly opening.

"Hey," I said quietly.

"Hi," she grumbled sleepily. "What were you doing?"

I smirked. "Rachel and I decided to bake some cookies."

She raised her eyebrow. "And I'm still alive? Why isn't the entire building in flames?"

Rachel laughed. "She knows us well, Percy."

I smiled. "Yeah, she does."

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Aww. We've got all sorts of cuteness in the chapter! A little bit of Percabeth fluff, a tiny bit of Charlena (is that Beckondorf and Silena's ship name?), and even some Perachel (ew) action. I personally love when Percy and Rachel joke together, they are very sarcastic together!

Please comment and vote if you enjoyed! I hope you did!

P.S. I didn't really edit/spell check so feel free to point out mistakes:)