Doodles

Summary: "Why would she carry around some old notebook?" What happens when Percy finds Annabeth's notebook? Acts as if Mt St Helen's kiss never happened, first kiss.

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO.

Percy's POV

"And see, if I can just get rid of these pillars, then there will be more room, but also increase the risk of..." I lost interest at "pillars." By then I was just staring at her hair. Shiny. I guess she noticed I wasn't listening.

"Percy!"

"Oh, um, what? Yeah, it looks great Annabeth!" Obviously she didn't buy it.

"You're such a Seaweed Brain." She rolled her eyes and laughed. "Well I gotta go. See you tomorrow?"

"Uh, yeah, bye!" And she walked out the door.

A minute later I realized she left her backpack. I opened the door and looked out, "Annabeth?" Not that I really expected her to be there. She had probably sprinted back to the Athena cabin by now.

I was bored. I picked up Annabeth's backpack, which I hadn't returned, and opened it. Dunno why, I felt like it. After all, she was my best friend, it's not like there would be anything private in there. I found a few blueprints, a hairbrush, a pencil, and some water. See, nothing important. Well in my opinion at least.

There was one more thing. "Why would she carry around some old notebook?" I said aloud. Then again, this is Annabeth we're talking about.

I opened the first page to find a drawing. Wow, I didn't know she could draw like this. It was really good. But who was it of? I felt for split second jealous, but shook it off. Why was she drawing some guy? Wait...

It took me a moment to realize it, but.. The drawing was of me.

Well, what? We are best friends...

I turned the page and saw another picture. It appeared to be of me again, hugging... Annabeth. I closed the book. Maybe I shouldn't be looking at it. But I couldn't stand not knowing what was in it. So I opened to the next page. Not a drawing, a list. Looked interesting. It took me a few minutes to read it, because Annabeth's scrawled writing and my dyslexia did not go well together.

"1: He's cute when he's nervous."

Huh? Who's cute? Who does she think is cute?!

"2: He has pretty eyes."

For the second time, who has pretty eyes?

"3: He has a cute smile."

More information on who "he" is, please?

"4: He does stupid stuff."

Oh, well that really helps narrow it down! Catch my sarcasm?

"5: He's my Seaweed Brain."

Huh? My mind was spinning. I heard a knock on the door. Assuming it was Annabeth, who came back for her backpack, I freaked. But I had to see what came next... I turned the page to see an unfinished drawing, of me and Annabeth. Her arms were wrapped around my neck, mine around her waist. And our lips were pressed together.

I had forgotten about the someone at the door. I shoved it back in Annabeth's backpack, and quickly zipped it up. I quickly put it around where it was before. I opened the door and, as expected it was Annabeth.

"Hey, Seaweed Brain. I forgot my ba-"

And I kissed her.

Giving her the backpack, all I said was, "Here you go, Wise Girl."

And closed the door with a stupid smile on my face.

Annabeth's POV (a few minutes earlier)

Crap! I left my backpack in Percy's cabin. Quickly jogging back to the cabin, I realized that, being Percy, he might look at my stuff. Crap. Crap.

I knocked on the door. When it finally opened, I was standing before a madly blushing Percy, which was rather cute.

"Hey, Seaweed Brain. I forgot my ba-"

I wasn't able to finish my sentence.

He kissed me.

And all I could sense were his arms around me, his lips against mine.

It couldn't have been more than a few seconds, but the kiss felt as if it lasted forever and not at all at the same time. I could see his lips moving and feel my backpack in my hands again, and then he closed the door. With his signature stupid, perfect Percy smile.

He is such a Seaweed Brain. But he's my Seaweed Brain.