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Plan B

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I wrote it on a sticky-note and and attached it to her bookmarker.

It's a friggen complicated linear-string-theory that I had to ask Chiron, Blofis, my maths teacher AND Hermes to help me with. Took me FOUR WEEKS to get them to work out something complicated enough (I'll be honest, Math... not my best subject, so I wasn't any help). Even after I managed to wrestle a decent-looking equation from them, it all looks like gibberish to me and I'm just hoping Annabeth won't discover some fatal flaw in the maths-problem.

Although, just a quick note to self, Hermes was a bad choice for answers. He was as sensitive and subtle as a Clarisse's threats. Not very.

Well, the answer to the trignometric-parabola-questio-thing would be a 'less than three'... and it was hard enough to convince all four of my 'mentors' that it was for a art project and not a ... love note project...erm.

Well? I couldn't say Science, since... well.. since when is Love is not scientific. Ever.

But still, even with all the effort...

She never noticed.

She literally opened the book, took the bookmarker and dropped it next to her.

Without noticing.

For a child of Athena she has the observational powers of Polyphemus.

I'm not sure how to approach this whole set-up now.

I mean... I had it all planned out. Note, confess, boogie! ... or, hopefully, kiss.

And now?

Am I supposed to skip to Plan B?

Did I have a plan B?

"Percy?"

I'm sure I did... maybe I saved it on my laptop at home...

"Hey!"

No... I wouldn't... I know it had something to do with Blackjack (the horse!... of course..), flowers, an Iris message and a pineapple.

"Your head is going to overheat from all that thinking!"

What on EARTH was the pineapple for? ... a salad? A snack beforehand? To spell out her name? How'd you do that with circular-

I'm not sure why... but it feels like I'm floating again. Back in rivers of San Fransisco, where the river meets the salt. The soft gentle caress of the waves as it keeps me drifting over the currents like I'm made of air. I probably am. It's sunny and warm and delicious and soothing and loving and gentle...

When Annabeth finally draws back, no thoughts come to mymind. Not one. She knows it, and it makes her smile.

"Thanks for your letter ... " her blushing just made my heard pound louder.

"It's... am... okay..." I stutter for a while before stand up and kinda meandering out towards the stables in a daze.

Blackjack's more than happy to see me, but it's all coming in through a thick, fluffy, cottom fog that I don't mind hanging around me. The world just dissapeared into the background while my lips kept on tingling.

And then, it hit me... what the pineapple was for...

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