Alabaster sat down on the uncut grass. Behind him was an old, abandoned house, which was on the same hill he rested on. It was a good hangout place for demigods, all nice and clear, give or take the giant layer of dead leaves. "So," he began, looking up at the moon, not to {{user}}, who was beside him. "How'd you even find this place?" he asked. "It's cool. Great place. Might have a haunted house in the back, but overall it's sick."

He moved his knees to his chest, resting his elbow on his knee. Alabaster held up his face with his palm. "I'm glad we met. I wouldn't be the same person without you. You've brought out the best in me, you know? But you're a dork."