A/N: Hello there. I updated this chapter because I'm switching to Third Person and adding to my previous chapters. A lot of them were rushed and didn't capture the essence of Rick Riordan's writing, which is an effect I really want to have. PLEASE, PLEASE PLEASE give me suggestions as to how I can make this closer to the writing style of Uncle Rick.

MAGNUS POV

It began on a Saturday evening. Magnus sat there, stiff from sitting still so long. Eventually, he got up, rubbing his butt. He had come all the way to New York to find his older cousin, Annabeth. Annabeth Chase. It had been a while since he had seen her. According to her dad, she had left for New York a few days before he had reached San-Fran.

From there, he made his way east towards NYC. Along the way he had encountered monster after monster. Some of them he hadn't even encountered before. Some kind of giant with one eye, a snake-lady. It was a bit weird. Eventually he made it to Texas thanks to the help of an ironically named Zoo-Animal Transportation Company. 'Humane my demigod butt,' Magnus thought. Once they reached Texas, Magnus released the animals and scared the driver and his partner off by screaming nonsense at them. His time in Boston had helped him learn some different skills. Like scaring people off by acting like an insane homeless kid, or getting enough money to get yourself to New York from Texas. After utilising skills Magnus hadn't used in a while, 'not since Boston,' he thought, Magnus had made up enough money to get to New York. Legally too, which was a bonus. Though, Magnus didn't like being stared at in the bus by everyone for smelling like a petting zoo. Eventually he made it to New York. Home of the Yankees, the inferior baseball team in Magnus' honest opinion. On his way to the Big Apple, he met some Gothic Chick named Thalia.

The Gothic girl told him she was staying near the upper east side. Odin's left eye, that girl was weird. Her sense of style only made it worse. Who wore anything with a dead barbie doll on it? Not to mention the ridiculous bow she kept on her back. 'Probably a hipster,' Magnus thought. At least her choppy black hair was pretty cool. Magnus stood and went to pick up his bag. It wasn't there. Suddenly a feeling of panic flooded Magnus' body, he felt like he could start to drown in his own worry at any second. He cursed in Nordic Speech.

'Smooth move, swag-ness! Definitely letting all that swag show, aren't you?.' He thought to himself silently.

'Boss, cursing at yourself won't help, but 'ey. 'Least y'got me, huh?'

"Sure, Jack. Because I didn't need that money that I would've used to buy my food." Magnus snapped.

'See, now y'gettin' it, boss.' Magnus rolled his eyes and thought about what people do when they come to New York. He had never been to the city and wasn't sure what the general public did while they came to a giant, concrete jungle like this. Buy stuff? Yeah, not happening. He was broke. But Blitz had told him that some weird stuff went on around here. But, considering his trip, Magnus wasn't sure if he meant the kind of weird stuff Midgardians did. But then again, after what he had seen while in New York, he wasn't sure of that either.

There was an hour before dawn and New York was starting to wake up. The soft orange colors of the morning began painting themselves across the skyline. Magnus turned and looked at the taxi that he had come in. It was already leaving, getting the next shipment of tourists. Magnus thought back to the silver-clad Goth who had pointed him in the direction of Annabeth

'She better not be getting in with the wrong crowd. Midgardians can be stupid. Some more than others,' He smirked at his joke. Minutes went by before he decided to do something. Magnus began walking to nowhere in particular. The city was amazing. Buildings rivalling the kind Magnus saw in Valhalla flanked his every side. Though, the trash and litter left on the streets bummed him out a bit.

Magnus' adventure brought him to 34th. Magnus stopped, feeling the sun suddenly be cut off. He turned and looked up at the Empire State Building. He let out a choked gasp, awestruck. This thing was made decades ago, without cranes. It was an amazing testament to the less stupid side of midguardians. It looked like something that belonged in Asgard. Magnus walked to the closed doors A security guard stood inside, eyeing him uneasily. As a homeless kid for a lot of his life, Magnus had grown used to weird stares from security guards, but something was especially off about this guy. His look had an all-knowing air about it. As if he already knew what a kid like him wanted. Not a homeless kid, no. The more... 'weirdo' side of him. Magnus shrugged, walking along the pavement.

'That thing is pretty cool, right boss? Although, If I do say so myself, it's not as cool as me.' There was a pause. 'I don't think I like the way that guard looked at you, boss' Jack said.

Magnus laughed. "He probably saw me as a crazy homeless kid. Y'know… Since that's technically what I am." Magnus thought back to his cousin. When he had known Annabeth, she used to wake up early, which irked him. She was always so good at anything even remotely academic. Magnus wouldn't admit it, but he often felt jealous of her ability. Lost in thought, Magnus subconsciously made his way to the address the Goth girl had given him by reading the signs best as he could. 'Upper east side.'

The building Annabeth was supposed to be in was big too, but not Empire State big. Still, it was pretty huge. Magnus' heart raced. Somewhere in this building, Annabeth was there. His favourite cousin, if he was honest. A lump formed at his throat. It was like it was made of stone, so solid he almost choked. Magnus inhaled, his chest bulging and buzzed into the apartment number Thalia had given him.

"Uh, hello?" A guy answered. Was this Annabeth's boyfriend? He sounded old and gross. The kind of voice Magnus expected a teacher to have-. A horrifying thought hit Magnus like a bus. Was Annabeth… Involved with a teacher? Magnus tried his best not to audibly gag.

No… Annabeth was smarter than that. Maybe he was just her boyfriend's dad. 'Or maybe he's just… A babysitter?' Magnus thought hopefully.

With choked breath, Magnus spoke. "Is she here?" He slurred.

Silence fell over the intercom. Even without hearing him say anything, or even having to see his face, Magnus knew the guy was confused. He mentally facepalmed. 'For the love of Valhalla…' Magnus thought, embarrassed. He could feel his face getting red as the flame that burned in his father's eyes. 'Let them all witness my Magnus Swag-ness.' He decided to start again.

"Is… Is Annabeth here?" Magnus paused, before adding "... I mean." There was another pause. Magnus clenched his jaw. After the show he had put on, he felt like a creep. What would the guy think when he saw what Magnus was wearing? Would he kick him out immediately? Magnus didn't doubt it but, as if the Gods themselves had come down and thrown a miracle at his face, (or rewarded him for giving them a good laugh,) the guy chuckled.

"Yeah, she is. I'll buzz you in. You must be freezing!" Magnus felt as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders. Then as if another had been put back on. He had to confront Annabeth now. Anyone who knew her knew that pulling stunts like this made her mad. Really mad. Magnus made his way up the stairs to Annabeth's boyfriend's place and knocked twice.

The guy with the old, gross teacher voice opened up. He had salt'n'pepper hair. The apartment was pretty small. Magnus looked around, there was an incredibly vague smell of stale beer, as if the apartment was formerly occupied by some alcoholic freak. The place itself was clean, but quiet. Not everyone had woken up yet. The man told Magnus that Annabeth was still asleep, and offered him some warm tea. It was a brisk morning, so he happily accepted. While the pot boiled, Magnus began learning about the dude. Turned out his name was Paul Blofis, (which Jack then commented sounded like "Blowfish" Though it turned out Salt'n'pepper didn't hear,) and that he was, in fact, a teacher. He had moved in a while ago after meeting Annabeth's boyfriend's mom, whose name was Sally.

"Nice name," I commented. "Very mom… Ish…" Magnus stuttered. Gods, he could be stupid sometimes. "I mean it's like- I guess… It's just a nice name." Magnus settled with the less weird compliment. The nerves of meeting my cousin after years were getting to Magnus' head.

'Nice one, boss. Very mom-ish indeed.' Jack said.

'Shut up, man.' Magnus thought in return.

After half an hour of talking to Paul, Magnus heard footsteps coming from one of the corridors. Soon, Annabeth stood at the doorway of the kitchen, her eyes half closed. She was wearing a faded orange T-Shirt which looked like it used to say something. Magnus could only make out the word 'CAMP.' Annabeth wore a pair of pyjama pants a size too big as well. She had grown a bunch since the last time Magnus had seen her on that street corner that one time. Her body was toned and muscular, like the warriors he had seen while in Valhalla. Annabeth was kind of like the splitting image of Sif. From what Magnus had heard, anyway. She yawned, and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and when she saw him, her jaw dropped. Her mouth hung wide. Magnus suppressed his laughter. Barely.

"Hey, Annabeth." Her look changed, she stared daggers at him and in that moment, Magnus completely understood that expression in its entirety.

"Magnus..." She said blankly. "Magnus Frederick Chase," Magnus blinked. He hadn't been with his family long but what he did know was the middle names were bad. Very bad. Annabeth continued. "You are incredibly lucky that I don't want to wake up my boyfriend." She said shakily.

'Hey, boss,' Jack began, 'at least blowfish aint' her girlfriend, right?'