Snap Shots

Chapter 1

Making It Up

"Give up, Seaweed Brain?" Annabeth teased. Her blonde hair was dipping from her messy ponytail falling into perfect curls and her mischievous grin reached her stormy grey eyes. Her hand was gripping a dagger tightly pointing it directly at me while her other hand reached out for the flag.

I smiled. She wasn't going to win that easily. "Well, now that I think about it, you need to work on your technique, Wise Girl."

With that said, I swung Riptide, knocking the dagger out of her hand and tackled her to the ground. I chuckled lightly. "You should know by now that I don't give up easily."

I snatched the flag and made a show of my excitement. Annabeth simply glared at me. She hated losing, absolutely hated it, and my dancing didn't make it any better.

"Oh, shut up, Percy! You win one of thirty games. Enjoy the victory while you can because I won't go easy on you next time," Annabeth stated. From the five years I'd known her, I had learned Annabeth was the most competitive camper in Camp Half-Blood. She was also the smartest by far in my opinion. I don't know how I would've survived without her.

"Next time? Are you sure you were going easy on me, Wise Girl? You were pretty tough," I teased which earned me another nasty glare from Annabeth.

"Don't start," Annabeth warned. "I could cut you open and make you beg for mercy." Her stormy gray eyes locked onto mine.

"True. That doesn't mean you won this time," I said.

Annabeth opened her mouth to shoot another threat at me but was interrupted by the campers' excited yells.

"Way to go, Jackson!" Clarisse exclaimed from behind. The rest of the team trudged down to celebrate and congratulate me. This made Annabeth even more furious. The Stoll brothers and Malcolm reflected Annabeth's frown. They obviously weren't used to losing either, especially to me: Percy Jackson.

"No dishes for us, tonight!" Will exclaimed.

The cheering continued for a while before Annabeth spoke. "Oh, alright then! You don't have to brag about it. Let's see if you're jumping next time!"

"Oh, lighten up, Annabeth! I could make it up later, you know," I said, wiggling my eyebrows at her.

Annabeth gave me a nasty glare before her frown turned into a small grin. She laughed lightly and gave me a light shove. She grabbed the edge of my shirt and pulled my ear next to her lips. "You bet you will, Seaweed Brain," she whispered.

"I think I'm going to puke. Get a room, Jackson!" Clarisse teased.

"Glad that isn't us," Clarisse said, pointing to Annabeth and the rest of her team.

Annabeth had look of rage and hatred. She hated washing dishes. Her hair was standing on end and her arms, legs and clothes were dripping wet from a few moments ago. Travis Stoll had slipped and dropped the bucket of water on her head. Let's just say Annabeth wasn't too happy about it.

I nodded. "I wasn't made to wash dishes," I stated.

"Me neither," Clarisse said. "You should help that girlfriend of yours, Jackson. She doesn't look happy at you."

I stared at Annabeth as she scrubbed the dirty dish. Her brow was burrowed lightly and her lip was pouted lightly.

"Nah, she'll get over it. I don't want to be a klutz and make her wash all the dishes again," I said.

Clarisse frowned. "Annabeth could kick your butt to the next planet, Jackson. Making her wash all dishes again would make me attend your funeral."

I laughed. "True. That doesn't mean I can't defend myself."

Clarisse rolled her eyes. "Defend yourself? Look, I'm glad we won and everything but today was just luck and you know it. Annabeth is usually the victor and you're usually the one on the ground begging her to take mercy on you."

I looked at Annabeth's direction again. She had gotten up and had place the dishes on the table, releasing a sigh of relief. Her eyes met mine. She smiled at me and raised her eyebrows.

She was totally going to make me "make it up."

Annabeth pressed her lips lightly to mine making my head dizzy. Her hands were pulling my messy black hair from the roots, pulling me closer. All thoughts fled from my brain when Annabeth was kissing me.

After Annabeth and her team of campers finished washing the dishes, she had dragged me behind my cabin and said I need to "make it up." I, of course, didn't object.

Her fingers were lightly scratching my scalp making me even less conscious of my surroundings. My fingers were tracing light patterns on her back. To my disappointment, Annabeth pulled away and placed her forehead on mine. I could feel and smell her minty fresh breath on my face.

"Your breath smells like mint," I said.

Annabeth opened her eyes and smiled at me. "You're so cheesy, Seaweed Brain."

"Well, it's true. My breath smells like Tyson's in the morning," I said.

She laughed lightly and scrunched her nose. "Remind me never to kiss you in the mornings," she said.

"That won't be a problem," I said. "You should know I wash my teeth twice a day which makes my-"

Annabeth placed a finger on my lips. "Stop talking." She pressed her lips to mine once more giving me chills. I placed my hands lightly on Annabeth's waist as she dug her fingers into my hair again. I loved Annabeth's taste. She tasted better than my mom's blue food.

"So did I make it up?" I asked, tracing the contours of her face with my fingertips. She was breathtakingly beautiful.

Annabeth's eyes met mine. "Yes. Yes, you did." She tugged my head down to meet her lips and I was lost into her once more.

A/N: Thanks for reading! This is the first one-shot. I plan to make a handful of one-shots surrounding Camp Half-Blood campers. It will mostly be Percy and Annabeth but some other characters will show up. They won't be in any order so some might be from The Lighting Thief or The Son of Neptune or in those two months Percy and Annabeth were dating before he disappeared. This one-shot clearly takes during those two months Percy and Annabeth were a couple. Once again, thanks for reading!

P.S. The cover for the story is by the amazing artist Burdge-Bug. :)