Hello! This is my first Fan Fiction, so please just go with the flow!

I do NOT own Percy Jackson. How sad, right?

(Thalia POV)

I sat, tapping my foot anxiously. No way could this be happening. It just...couldn't. Gods, I live in such a messed up world. I bit my lip as Percy walked out of the throne room.

"Well," I asked with some impatience, "What did they say?" Percy looked at me with those green eyes, the ones that I had so stupidly fallen for, gotten kicked out of the hunt for, and was probably never going to see, ever again.

"We...we..." stuttered Percy, "We have to become immortal, Uncle said if we were going to... we had to be...married. I'm still completely confused about it, myself, so, I'm going to go and think about it." No way, we weren't going to be incinerated, instead something almost worse. Then again...we had did what I had hoped we would never do. We kissed. My father found out, and look, time caught up with itself. I swallowed and followed Percy to Camp Half Blood, about as shaken up as he was. WE were just sentenced to get married and to become immortal. Well, this can't just be happening, there, there must be a catch or something. I sighed; life could be so difficult sometimes. Percy, after all, was grieving after he had seen Will Solace putting his lips all over Annabeth, and she told Percy, "I'm sorry, I was going to tell you..." I had to comfort Percy somehow, and instead, we wound up making out.

Well? How was it? Did it suck? Please give me feedback! I'm lost without it!