(Adrien and Becca are around 10)

It was a pretty nice day. 

I had just found out I was a child of Poseidon, met my two step-brothers, Tyson and Percy, and found out my best friend, Bridget, was also a halfblood. Plus, it was an extremely sunny day out. 

This sounds like a perfect day for things to go wrong. 

And things did go wrong... but also a form of right. 

I was walking to the volleyball court to get in a game with a few of my brother's friends. Grover Underwood, Annabeth Chase, and, of course, Percy Jackson himself. But, something made me stop. Something super heavy and crashing into my skull. I fall on the dusty ground and practically eat the dirt. Feet run up behind me as blood drips down my temples. 

"O-Oh, no!" A voice shakes. "I'm so sorry! So sorry! I didn't mean to hit you! I was aiming at Freddie!" I mumble non-sensical words into the ground until I'm flipped over. A boy with curly brown hair, dull green eyes, and tan skin. 

"Way to go, man!" Another boy of whom I now as Freddie exclaims. "You killed the Poseidon kid! Percy Jackson's little sister no less! Way to go, idiot." 

"She's not dead!" The other boy panics. "You're not dead, right? Dead people don't breathe." 

"I-I'm not dead," I mumble. "Get me to the infirmary." 

"O-Of course," the other boy mumbles. "Freddie! Help me, please!" 

"This murder is not on my hands!" Freddie yells back. 

The boy yells back, "PLEASE THIS IS JUST AS MUCH AS YOUR PROBLEM AS MINE-" 

At that point, I completely blacked out. 

When I woke up again, I'm in the infirmary. Not my favorite place to be at camp, but whatever. Standing at the side of one side was Will Solace with an unamused look, and at the other side was the same young boy looking quite guilty. I look from one side to another. 

"Will...?" I mumble finally looking just at him. "Why am I here?" 

"Thank the Gods you're awake," Will sighs in relief. "That idiot on the other side threw a wrench at your head and knocked you clean out." 

"I-I'm sorry!" The other boy says when I look over to him. "I didn't mean to do it! I was aiming at Freddie and-" 

"But, you still did it," Will sighs. "I told her brother. I would start running out right now." 

"C-Can I just have a few minutes?" The boy says. "To apologize and stuff." 

Will laughs a little, "I'll give you a few minutes but her brother won't. So, make it quick." He walks away. 

"Gods..." The boy slaps his hands on his face. "I'm so sorry. I really didn't mean to do it. I'm such an idiot." 

"Whoa, whoa," I sit up slowly. "It's okay! It really is. You're fine-uhhhh..." 

"Adrien," the boy answers. "Adrien Sterling. Son of Hephaestus and local idiot." 

I laugh, "you're a funny guy, Adrien. I'm Rebecca Amia. You can call me Becca." 

"Alright, Bec," he smiles, "it's nice to meet you. Can you make sure your brother doesn't kill me?" 

"Not in my right mind to convince him not to," I wink, "I'll put in a good word, however." 

"Well, uh..." He smiles. "Can we at least be friends, Bec?" 

"That could be arrangeable," I nod. 

Adrien smiles back.

"YOU ASSHOLE HOW DARE YOU THROW A WRENCH AT MY SISTER-" 

"I gotta go, Bec! Bye!"