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[Percy wants to be an Olympian and find love. Annabeth is still trying to decide if using a guy is worth college.]

Pairing(s): Percabeth, a side of (hinted)ThaliaxLuke, Leyna, Liper vs Jasper. MAYBE Beckelena.

Chapter Word Count (including intro): 1,068

WARNINGS: Cussing (not as much as my other fanfics), innuendos on Leo's part, maybe some steamy kissing, mentions of death, *SPOILER* a breakup, AU/Modern-Day. Slight OOC on Annabeth's part and an angry Percy later.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or HoO or any colleges and/or towns mentioned.

A WITTLE BACKSTOWY/AN: In a nutshell, this is basically a songfic to "People Will Say We're in Love" from Oklahoma! because let's face it: Percy and Annabeth are Curly and Laurie and I just can't with them! I'm rusty on the whole "college applicant" thing because I'm not in college or going go be at one for a few

years, so bear with me.

"Sweetheart, they're suspecting things People will say we're in love!"

Annabeth sat down at her tiny office next to her boss, Mr. D. At least I have an office, she thought as she twidled with her pen. She wasn't one for writing on computers.

She was working for a local magazine in California that her mom had gotten started at. It was called, "What's Going on in Olympus?", namely because she was living in the small town of Mount Olympus, California.

She stopped playing with her pen and opened her messenger bag. She pulled out her phone and opened up Safari. Annabeth sighed at the website.

NYU. She just needed a reccomendation from Chiron and Mr. D. and she just knew she'd be accepted. Her mom was Athena Chase after all- or, was. She'd just gotten married again and Annabeth couldn't keep up with all of her mother's husbands.

Annabeth heard a knock her glass door and saw Mr. D. tapping his foot and rolling his eyes impatiently. He wasn't exactly a great boss, but she could've had worse. She strolled over to the door and stuck her head out.

"Yes, sir?" She asked, looking around. "Ah, Anniebelle! Finally! I've been waiting eons! Look-" He was cut off a sheepish Annabeth speaking.

"It's Annabeth, sir." She said. Mr. D. scoffed and continued speaking. "-about your reccomendation letter: we won't be able to write that."

She went wide-eyed. Couldn't write it? Was he being serious? "But, Mr. D, sir, you promised that you or Chiron would write that for me! I can't go to NYU without it!" Annabeth exclaimed. "Mr. D. there must be-"

"Annie, I won't be able to write it because you have done nothing," Dionysus explained. "You haven't written any pieces in Olympus."

Annabeth was shocked. "That's because you give me piece-of-shit news pieces! I mean seriously, you told me to write about the local zoo getting a new duck! A freaking duck!" Annabeth said.

Dionysus didn't look surprised, after all, she was a daughter of the self-rightous Athena.

"Well, there is this one story..." Dionysus stared out Annabeth's window. "And you are the only one here who might be able to get it done... if you're up for it, of course."

Annabeth's face lit up. A story only she could cover?

"Yes! Mr. D. I'll do it! Whatever it is, I'll do it!" She exclaimed.

"You see, my cousin, Peter Johnson or something, is a soon-to-be-Olympian, and he won't give me a story. So, Anna, I need you to get that story," Mr. D. simply said. "And since you're a young, teenage girl I figured he'd talk to you about something."

"Wait- let me get this straight: You want me to interview your cousin? He must be like fifty!" Annabeth said. Dionysus shook his head.

"No, I don't want you to interview him, you stupid girl! I need you to get close to him, figure out everything about young Percival. Date him if you have to; just get me his plans for the future. Olympus needs him," Dionysus cocked his head to the side and smiled a fake-sweet grin. "Do you understand?"

Annabeth nodded furiously. "Yes, sir." She muttered. Dionysus nodded.

"Good, now get out of my office." Dionysus said and waved her away. Annabeth smiled sheepishly.

"Uh, sir, this is my office..." she gestured around the room, hoping he'd get the hint. Mr. D. jumped in shock and left immediately, embarassed.

Annabeth had the whole thing planned out (with the help of Percy's and her's mutual friend, Grover, of course).

He told her that Percy always went to Starbucks after training, so she planned to bump into him and spill coffee all over herself.

Stupid, she knew, but it seemed to be effective. She saw it on Once Upon a Time.

Annabeth contemplate not even going through with the plan when she saw Percy walk through the door. wet, jet-black hair and all. But she was still Annabeth, no matter how moralistic she was.

She popped the cap off of her coffee and walked towards the door. No turning back now, she thought as the hot, black liquid spilled all over her white blouse, making it see-through. What a bad choice of attire.

"Oh my Gods! I'm s-so sorry!" Percy stuttered, staring at her coffee-covered chest. Annabeth shook her head and smiled. "I-it's fine!" she smirked as coffee seeped down her stomach and onto her pants.

"Please, let me buy you a new one," Percy smiled. "Since I spilled your's and all."

Annabeth shook her head. "I couldn't ask you to do that." She said. Percy shrugged and smiled a boyish smirk.

"You didn't ask. I'm offering." He looked at her with puppy-dog green eyes.

"We'll, how about you give me your number and I'll call you when I want that cup if coffee?" Annabeth asked. "I don't like giving out my number."

Percy smiled. "I'd like that." He grinned and wrote his number on a napkin.

Annabeth smirked as she walked out and put her sweater on. Phase one was complete.