Annabeth hunches over her desk. She'd been working on this project for the past few months. It's her sweat, blood, and tears mixed in with a huge amount of lost sleep. Finally, she rules off, and the blueprint is complete. "Percy? Where are you?" Annabeth calls out to her boyfriend. It's 11 pm, and a school night, but Percy refuses to leave.

"Mmmhph. I love your pillow. Are you done? It's been ages and I'm bored." Percy complains. He stumbles out from the dark of her bedroom, hand over his green eyes. "MMMPHHH! Why is it so bright?! Apollo must've visited. Jeez."

Annabeth smiles. "Percy. It's 11 pm. My lights are on, that's all." Percy shakes his head.

"No, Annabeth, Apollo must've been here. I mean, he still hasn't. I mean he is here right now." He stumbles over his words and Annabeth laughs. "Annabeth. He's behind you, RIGHT NOW." She turns, and is greeted by Apollo's beaming white teeth and his, well, literally shining aura.

"HELLO THERE MY DEMIGODS. MY NAME IS APOLLO AND I AM HERE TODAY." Apollo grins. Both demigods look shellshocked, and believe it or not, they've felt the real sensation of being bombed. Annabeth recovers quickly, leaving Percy behind in the dust with his jaw wide open.

"My lord Apollo. How can I be of assistance to you?"

"Athena wants your education to continue in a regular high school. Poseidon requested for you to be in some mortal one. Ah- here it is," he rifles around in thin air before yanking a sheet of paper and passing it to Annabeth. "Goode High School," Apollo proclaims. Only then does Percy wake up.

"Wise Girl! That's mine! You can meet all my friends and help me with homework, and meet my… oh gods." His voice falters.

Poof! A shower of pink sparkles and confetti explodes in Annabeth's and Percy's faces. "My dears, you are just so adorable! Positively delicious! Edible, really." A clipped British voice cooes.

"Aphrodite?" Percy and Annabeth chorus. Now, Annabeth has had many, many, many, encounters with the Goddess of Love. None of them had been pleasant. In fact, Annabeth had grown to hate Aphrodite, even if she was the ancient Olympian, the oldest of them all. "What do you want?" Annabeth's voice could cut through butter.

"Percabeth is progressing agonisingly slowly, dont'cha think? I mean, you barely even kiss. It's just talk, talk, talk, all the time. So I've come up with an idea!" Aphrodite beams. Apollo sniggers.

"I'm staying for the show. Might get interesting. I could even write a haiku about it. Percy and Annabeth, wait no, that's 6 syllables. Perce and Annabeth, even though they are demigods. Hmm, worth writing." Apollo drawls, and then it changes to pondering. Annabeth grits her teeth.

"You were saying, Aphrodite?"

"Right!" The goddess changes from a tall blonde British woman in a business suit to her normal appearance consisting of: long flowery pink dress and curling brown hair. "I'm going to release particles of a special spell I'd thought up with the help of Hecate, and you guys are my test subjects!"

Oh my gods.Annabeth curses in her mind. Again. Not another one of her tricks. She sighs. Percy seems confused. "Particles? What particles?"

'The ones drifting in the air right now, moving in your body."

"Can I still swim?" Annabeth groaned inwardly at Percy's question. Percy, come on.

Annabeth?

Percy?!

OH MY GODS. OH MY GODS. ARE YOU SPEAKING TO ME TELEPATHICALLY? This is so cool! We can go around pranking Connor and Travis back for years!

Percy. This is in no way good.

Whaaaat? No, it's good. See, now we don't need to talk!

Precisely.

"Toodles! Love ya! Mwah!" With another cascade of pink and roses, Aphrodite leaves, along with Apollo. Percy and Annabeth commence an awkward staring contest and finally, Annabeth clears her throat.

"Percy. Let's just go to sleep. Maybe Athena can help us solve this. We'll go to her in Mt. Olympus tomorrow."

Okay, but can I have a cookie?

Annabeth laughs. Percy was kind of cute in that way, she guesses. She likes the way his green eyes twinkle and the way it feels like looking at the sea when you looked at his eyes.

I know, right. I feel the same way when I look into the mirror everyday.

Oh shush, Seaweed Brain. This is what I meant when I said this isn't good. Your ego is big enough already- just go to sleep.

They go into the bedroom, and crash onto the blankets. It's not really an issue for them anymore, what with dating and having been best friends for years. 5 seconds later, the room goes quiet and Annabeth begins to sink into sleep.

Annabeth? Are you there?

Of course I'm here. I'M RIGHT NEXT TO YOU. I'M HOLDING YOUR HAND.

Oh. Right.

Another 10 seconds pass.

Annabeth?

WHAT?

Just wanted to say I love you.

Oh. Love you too. Now good night!

10 minutes pass, and Percy is twitching in his blanket. The events of that night block out the terrifying memories of tartarus, and Annabeth sleeps peacefully next to Percy.

Annabeth? I'm hungry.

It's a surprise Percy survives Annabeth's wrath.