The Last Olympian

suddenly you’re everybody’s best friend.
    Slowly, the dinner crowd trickled away. Some went to the campfire for a sing-along. Others went to bed. I sat at the Poseidon table by myself and watched the moonlight on Long Island Sound. I could see Grover and Juniper at the beach, holding hands and talking. It was peaceful.
    “Hey.” Annabeth slid next to me on the bench. “Happy birthday.”
    She was holding a huge misshapen cupcake with blue icing.
    I stared at her. “What?”
    “It’s August 18th,” she said. “Your birthday, right?”
    I was stunned. It hadn’t even occurred to me, but she was right. I had turned sixteen this morning—the same morning I’d made the choice to give Luke the knife. The prophecy had come true right on schedule, and I hadn’t even thought about the fact that it was my birthday.
    “Make a wish,” she said.
    “Did you bake this yourself ?” I asked.
    “Tyson helped.”
    “That explains why it looks like a chocolate brick,” I said. “With extra blue cement.”
    Annabeth laughed.
    I thought for a second, then blew out the candle.
    We cut it in half and shared, eating with our fingers. Annabeth sat next to me, and we watched the ocean. Crickets and monsters were making noise in the woods, but otherwise it was quiet.
    “You saved the world,” she said.
    “We saved the world.”
    “And Rachel is the new Oracle, which means she won’t be dating anybody.”
    “You don’t sound disappointed,” I noticed.
    Annabeth shrugged. “Oh, I don’t care.”
    “Uh-huh.”
    She raised an eyebrow. “You got something to say to me, Seaweed Brain?”
    “You’d probably kick my butt.”
    “You know I’d kick your butt.”
    I brushed the cake off my hands. “When I was at the River Styx, turning invulnerable . . . Nico said I had to concentrate on one thing that kept me anchored to the world, that made me want to stay mortal.”
    Annabeth kept her eyes on the horizon. “Yeah?”
    “Then up on Olympus,” I said, “when they wanted to make me a god and stuff, I kept thinking—”
    “Oh, you so wanted to.”
    “Well, maybe a little. But I didn’t, because I thought— I didn’t want things to stay the same for eternity, because things could always get better. And I was thinking . . .” My throat felt really dry.
    “Anyone in particular?” Annabeth asked, her voice soft.
    I looked over and saw that she was trying not to smile.
    “You’re laughing at me,” I complained.
    “I am not!”
    “You are so not making this easy.”
    Then she laughed for real, and she put her hands around my neck. “I am never, ever going to make things easy for you, Seaweed Brain. Get used to it.”
    When she kissed me, I had the feeling my brain was melting right through my body.
    I could’ve stayed that way forever, except a voice behind us growled, “Well, it’s about time!”
    Suddenly the pavilion was filled with torchlight and campers. Clarisse led the way as the eavesdroppers charged and hoisted us both onto their shoulders.
    “Oh, come on!” I complained. “Is there no privacy?”
    “The lovebirds need to cool off!” Clarisse said with glee.
    “The canoe lake!” Connor Stoll jeered.
    With a huge cheer, they carried us down the hill, but they kept us close enough to hold hands. Annabeth was laughing, and I couldn’t help laughing too, even though my face was completely red.
    We held hands right up to the moment they dumped us in the water.
    Afterward, I had the last laugh. I made an air bubble at the bottom of the lake. Our friends kept waiting for us to come up, but hey—when you’re the son of Poseidon, you don’t have to hurry.
    And it was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time.

TWENTY-THREE

WE SAY GOOD-BYE, SORT OF
    Camp went late that summer. It lasted two more weeks, right up to the start of a new school year, and I have to admit they were the best two weeks of my life.
    Of course, Annabeth would kill me if I said anything different, but there was a lot of other great stuff going on too. Grover had taken over the satyr seekers and was sending them out across the world to find unclaimed half-bloods. So far, the gods had kept their promise. New demigods were popping up all over the place—not just in America, but in a lot of other countries as well.
    “We can hardly keep up,” Grover admitted one afternoon as we were taking a break at the canoe lake. “We’re going to need a bigger travel budget, and I could use a hundred more