Charlie Jackson's P.O.V.
"You can do this, Charlie" I encouraged myself, looking at my reflection through the mirror. I was staying in Camp Jupiter for the next couple of weeks, as an exchange of Camps (you know, some Greeks come to San Fransisco, some Romans go to New York). I wasn't nervous about the exchange, I mean, I used to live in New Rome with my parents and my siblings, but then Mom got this really cool job in New York, drawing drafts and planning to redecorate some temples and sanctuaries back in Camp Half-Blood, so we move back. Closer to Grandma Sally and Grandpa Paul. And, of course, Grandpa Poseidon and Grandmother Athena.
Oh, you haven't guess it yet?
My name is Charles Lee Jackson, son of Perseus Jackson and Annabeth Chase.
Kind of a big Legacy, uh?
"I'm confident, you can-" My failed attempt to boost up my confidence was cut by a knock on my door. You see, greeks couldn't get used to the idea of living in Cohorts, so when we visit, we have our own Big House, separated in wings were you can find Legacies and Children of the gods. I live (right now) in the Legacies' wing "Who is it?"
"It's Sammy!" I panicked at the sound of that voice. I quickly started to clean around my room, picking up my laundry and hiding all my comic books and making my bed and stuff. I was ready in less that five minutes.
"Hey, Sammy. What's up?" I greeted her when I opened the door. I guess I didn't pull off being cool, because she giggled at my face.
"Well, nothing much..." she shrugged her shoulders and pulled away from her face a rebel brown caramel curl "I was kind of bored and I wanted to see if you were busy..."
"No! I mean..." I blurted out, rubbing my neck, nervous "Please, come in" I opened the door completely, so I could let her in. She walked around, inspecting everything with her hazel eyes, courtesy of her Mom.
"What? No posters, no video games, no nothing?" she teased me. I shrugged and sat on my bed.
"That's more of Luke's style" I admitted. And, it was true. My older brother, Luke, was more rebel than me. Luke had Dad's personality, while I had Mom's. Bianca was the mix, though she doesn't get in much troubles as us.
"I have a confession" she surprised me, sitting next to me, and playing with her fingers "I wasn't bored. I need help" she mumbled, like if she was afraid to say it. I grabbed her tiny and delicate hands on mines and held her.
"Sammy, you can tell me anything..." I assured her. She met my eyes and nodded.
"OK, here it goes..." She took a deep breath before saying anything "IkindofbeenhavingtroubleswithmygreekclassesandIwashopingyoucouldtutorme,butthenIrememberedthatyou'll-"
"Wow, wow, Sammy!" I chuckled, trying to relax her "You're talking faster than Morgana when she does a spell" That helped her to crack a smile "Again, but this time, slower..."
"I kind of been having troubles with greek and, um... I need a tutor" she finished, hiding her head in her hands, like if she was embarrassed of asking for help.
"And, you thought of me?" I checked, just to be sure.
"Of course!" she looked up, making me blush "You're smart and nice, and funny, and you have patience with people, not to mention we know each other since diapers and..." I kept blushing at every single word she said. The fact that she spoke so highly of me, meant a lot "What do you say? Would you help me?"
"Are you even asking me that?" I smiled at her "Of course I'll do it!!" She squeaked in excitement and hugged me tight.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!!" she chanted, while I hugged her, red like a firetruck "I'll make Mom and Dad to pay you-"
"Absolutely not" I refused to her, leaning her back.
"But, Charlie-"
"No 'buts', Sammy" She giggled at me "What?"
"You said 'buts'" I rolled my eyes at her.
"You've been spending awful lot of time with Tío Leo and Samuel" I concluded, shaking my head.
~oOo~
Ding, dong!
"Could someone open the door, please?!" Sammy screamed from inside the house. I sighed, checking my watch. Unlike my Dad, I usually arrive ten minutes before the hour.
"Who- Charlie?!" I looked up to see a man I haven't seen in years.
His black hair was cut the military style short. His brown gentle eyes were widen in surprise to see me. His facials were defined, but you could see the years of service in them. He wasn't wearing the normal uniform or toga, he was in khaki shorts and a loose shirt, barefoot. Understandable, it was his house.
"Hi, Uncle Frank" I greeted him. He groaned and shook his head.
"One time. You get the visit from Tyson one time and they never let it go!" he complained. I chuckled at him "Please, c'mon in..." He moved out of the way, so I could walk in "So, what brings you to my humble home?" 'Humble'? The house is three store tall, with two gardens and a swimming pool and a stable! Being Praetor has its perks...
"Well, Sammy asked for a favor..." I trailed off, nervous.
"With her greek lessons?" he guessed. I nodded "Well, she's in her room, probably making a fuss over you being here-" Uncle Frank's eyes widen again, and shuts his mouth.
"S-Sammy's been talking about me?" I managed to stuttered, shocked. Uncle Frank looked caught unguarded, but nodded.
"She has a kind of a crush on you... Please, let her down easy..." he suggested, patting my shoulder.
"What if I don't want that?" I said, with all the confidence I could mustered "What if I, um, reciprocate the feelings?" Uncle Frank raised an eyebrow, curiosity over his features.
"You like Sammy, Charlie?" he stated, serious. I blushed, but nodded. Here goes nothing... "Well, I guess it's better that what I hoped for" UH?!
"Excuse me?!"
"Look, as a father, no one will be good enough for my baby girl... But you're as close as I can get to a gentleman for her" I blushed at his complements "But, don't even doubt for a second that you won't get your podex kicked if you even think of hurting her"
"I wouldn't expect you to do any less, Uncle Frank" I smiled at him, before he gestures upstairs, to where Sammy was. I sprinted up, with a new found confident.
That's how I met Samantha Zhang's Dad...
