OOOH First Percy Jackson fanfiction! Yeah! After The last Olympian. . . just to let you know. a lot (ALOT!) of annabeth/percy. just the way i like it. just to let you know, annabeth and Percy haven't really dated after that time the had the underwater kiss. so its like the good old times. YAH! except annabeth isn't as mean as before. (it also starts in annabeth's POV.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything (shut up face-rubber-inners!!)

It had been a while since I had seen Percy Jackson. Actually, scratch that. I had seen him, like we had hung out, but he had hadn't been to my boarding school since the beginning of the year. Percy was, my very best friend.

I know what you're thinking, guy best friend? Me being a girl? No. And you are right. I liked Percy, but this whole year I had been a little distant from him, so we sort of just stayed friends.

You should probably know who I am, by now. If you don't, I'm pretty sure you aren't a child of Athena, like me. Yes I know, greek goddess of wisdom, mythology, blah blah blah. I'm a half-blood, a child of a god and a normal person. A mortal. My name is Annabeth Chase and I go to a camp for Half-bloods every summer, to train and get quests. Quests are exactly what they mean, a heroic adventure where you do something heroic and find the truth about something, heroically. Yes, I know, lots of heroics. I had been on 4 quests, which is a large number for just one half-blood. The only one who beat me was Percy. He had been on 5. Well he was part of the great prophecy, so he somewhat had legal rights to go on a bunch of quests. Legal rights? What am I talking about? And now I'm just rambling. . .

Anyway, i was a daughter of Athena. Percy was a son of Poseidon. Not a good match, but we somehow worked it out, becoming best friends. and something more. Gods! Why do my thoughts keep wandering back to Percy? Ugh.

At the moment, I was drawing blueprints of some buildings I wanted to make as I got older, and some of Mount Olympus. Mount Olympus was the kingdom of the gods. It moved where ever the Western Civilization moved. Right now, Mount Olympus was floating on the 600th floor of the Empire State building. My mother, Athena, had told me that she would let me design the new look of Mount Olympus after being destroyed by Kronos, the king titan, who was ultimately defeated by Percy, and Luke. . .

Samantha Raise was sitting across from me in our dorm, leaning back in her blue beanbag chair. Yes, I was at a boarding school , and it was called Sofia Preston's boarding school for gifted children. Now, like all half-bloods, I had ADHD and dyslexia, meaning that I couldn't read well or stand still. But there was a reason for that. The ADHD was our battle reflexes. When ever we got into fighting, we would tense up and our ADHD would kick in, giving us battling power. The dyslexia was for reading, but not english. Greek. Our brains were wired to read Greek, not english. Which is why most of the kids at camp just plan suck at school.

SP was a co-ed school, not that I minded. I already had one guy on my mind. Curse me! I keep thinking about Percy!

I looked over at Samantha, who was writing in her notebook quickly. Sam was here because she could write. Her thoughts were wired for writing. Last year, she won a short story contest here in New York. She places first out of over fifteen thousand kids. That's how good she was. I, on the other hand, was here because of my excellent skill of architecture I had shown at my old school. (I wonder why I was so good at that.)

Sam looked up, noticing my gaze and smiled at me, her brown eyes twinkling.

"Hey Anniebeth, How's your architecture coming along? You are all like, furiosly taking notes, and I'm all like, Buh-BUh! Writing!!!"

Yes, that is how Samantha talks. She is amazing at writing, but when she talks, it comes out all. . . crazy. It's like writing is her element.

I nodded, stifling a laugh and said, "Um, good. I was making a new building called the-"

What I was about to say never came out because there was a knock on my door. Samantha and I hesitated for half a second and the door was flung open. Now, I only allow three people to open my door without me answering. Tyson, Percy's half-brother cyclops, Grover, a satyr friend of mine, and Percy. Now, I doubt Tyson has any idea where I live, and the last I hear from Grover was in Japan, and Percy, well Percy. . .

I didn't finish my thoughts because a soft, familiar voice whispered, "Annabeth."

I looked up to see Percy leaning on my doorway. My heart skipped a few beats as I looked over him. He had grown an inch or two since April, and his black hair was the same length as last time. His face was a little older, with a smile that was lighting up the whole room. His sea green eyes where looking me over, noticing all the little changes from two months ago. He was wearing a regular blue tee-shirt, with blue jeans. The gray reeboks were a little scratched and I noticed his hand was in his pocket.

"Percy?" I said weakly.

Before anyone could move, I jumped up and ran at Percy, enveloping him in a hug, which he took by surprise. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around me and whispered, "We need to talk."

I didn't make any sudden movements to let go, feeling totally welcome in his arms. I felt his heartbeat and he smelled like he normally would, seaweed and ashes. Wait, ashes? What? That got my attention and I let go of him, confused. He ignored my facial expression and walked past me and sat down on my bed. I tried to look annoyed, but it came out as a huge smile, which he gladly returned.

Samantha cleared her throat, looking around at us. I blushed and Percy stood up and said, "Oh, you must be Samantha. Annabeth has told me a lot about you."

She blushed, flipped her dark brown hair, and said, "Likewise."

Percy looked over at me, confused, as Samantha went back to her magazine. He mouthed, what have you said?

I rolled my eyes and mouthed back, Nothing important, just the basics! Jeez, Seaweed brain.

He narrowed his eyes and started gazing around at my dorm. While he was staring at my owl shaped light (birthday present, from my mom, at the age of five.), Samantha whispered, "He's cuter in person."

I felt my face turn pink as Samantha looked over at Percy and asked in her best business like voice, "So, do you like dating Annabeth?"

His eyes widened and he looked at me. I was staring at Samantha yelling, "SAMANTHA! We are not dating!"

She looked at me quizzically, and Percy did the same. "Well then why do you always talk about him? And hang out with him?'

"We-We," I stammered, turning a deeper shade of red, "he's just my friend! Can't he be my friend?"

Samantha looked surprised and said, thinking about it, "No."

I turned to Percy, who was staring at my pillow, trying not to show his red face. "Percy, didn't you need to talk to me?"

His face instantly perked up and he said, "yes I need to talk to you, alone."

He looked at Samantha with a glare,who huffed and walked out of the room.

"I'll leave you two lovebirds alone." She smiled at me and winked at Percy, and disappeared.

The moment she closed the door, Percy's shoulders sagged and he fell back on my bed. I ran over to him, worried.

"Percy? What's wrong? What's going on?"

I laid down next to him, feeling his breath on my neck.

He looked over at me, his face looking sickly and whispered, "We have a problem."

A/N: Yeah, the last sentence, I kinda went all "Houston we have a problem", on you, but I hope you don't mind. Yes this is my first PJO fanfiction, it's going to a lot of chapters, at least 30. I already have it all done, in my head. Anyway, I noticed you just read, so REVIEW!!!!! YEAH, make me happy!!! thank you.

with love and Olympians,

~ExP