Soooo…I decided to fix up this story—it has potential, methinks, it's my first fic ever, and I'm quite sentimental of it! It's cute but skeletal. And despite its imperfections, it has fans! Wow. Don't know how it happened, but it did. So here you are: Modified chapter one!

Disclaimer: yeah, I don't own PJO. Like dude, I wish I did though! Some things would be a bit different if I did…

"Rachel, sweetheart, I'm heading off to work now, kay? Go wake up Percy so you're not alone by yourself," Percy's mom tells me as she grabs her bag and heads out the door. "Bye Rach!"

"Goodbye! Have fun at work," I call, smiling. Yeah. Right. Fun at work?

I look around the apartment, yawning to myself. It's nine o'clock. That's a decent hour right? Now, why shouldn't my darling best friend experience it with me? I head toward Percy's room and rap gently on the door. "Percy, you seaweed butt!" I call softly. "You up?"

No answer.

I smile to myself and turn the doorknob slowly and silently. I then slip into his room, as ninja as I can muster.

Sure enough, there's Percy snuggled up in his twin-size bed. His dark hair juts up and out in every direction, sort of like a drunk porcupine...I find it endearing. Heh. Sue me. His fingers are curled into fists near his face. I watch his closed eyes, searching for signs of REM, but there isn't so much as a dim flicker behind those eyes. Kay…this must be a very gentle procedure….

I glance about, as if some creeper has snuck into the room while I had my back turned. Suuuuure. As my gaze skips back over to my victim, my eyes fleetingly fall upon a photograph. Waaaaait a second, hold the phone! Was that a flash of blonde I saw? Ewww…blonde's my least favorite color! I swivel back to look at the monstrosity framed upon Percy's wall.

Percy with his tanned arm around…Annabeth. Grr! Since when does Annabeth have a higher place of value in Percy's tightly-packed, highly-sought-after heart? It's hard to get in, let me tell ya, but I thought I had a reservation. Excuse my repetition, but GRR! I frown to myself. It was extremely apparent that they liked each other. I didn't stand much of a chance. Psh…not like I care. I mean, aren't I the amazing, the magnificent, the glorious ORACLE? That silly little boy should be worshipping at my feet! Hmph. How ungrateful.

Oh shut up, me.

I lean in close to him and hover above his ear. I caress my fingers across his face, making him wiggle in his sleep. Ha! Even when unconscious he's ticklish! "Percy!" I shout in his ear, not sparing his eardrums.

He jolts up. "What the?"

"Oh good, you're up!" I say innocently, a smirk on my face, as if I hadn't been the one to scream in his ear and make him wake up.

He grunts. "Yeah, what a surprise," he yawns, and pushes his sleep-ridden legs over the side of his bed to sit next to me, yawning all the way. I'm keenly aware of the fact that he only has pajama pants on, no shirt.

He has a good six-pack coming in, not gonna lie. I guess that's what you get for training so hard at camp. I bet none of the girls totally crushing on him at school have seen him without his shirt. I sure hope not at least…that'd be weird.

Percy looks down at himself and grins. "Sorry Rachel, I didn't realize what I was wearing…or not wearing…you might want to avert your eyes. Exposure to such hotness might cause you to blow up."

Well then. Mr. Cocky, much…mmm hmmm (Yeah, that was a sassy mmm-hmmm, by the way). "Oh is that so? Thanks for the warning, Perc."

Percy screws up his face. Wow, Percy, that's attractive. "Gods, Rach, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that? You make me sound like some bag you just got at the mall or something! Very un-macho"

I roll my eyes. "Perc, my darling. Whoever do you need to be macho for right at this moment?" I bat my eyelashes teasingly at him

Now Percy rolls his eyes. "Oh shut your butt."

I stare at him until he looks at me. I wag my finger at him, adopting a hooty-snooty doctor-y tone. "Technically, Percy Pie, you cannot shut your butt. And even if you could, such an action would not apply to this situation. My mouth is what you would like me to shut, I believe. Am I correct?"

I look expectantly at him but he doesn't respond. Finally he just lies back, "I'm going back to bed."

"Wow Percy. Mature," He makes an exasperated "Argh," sound. "So…have a good dream?"

"Mmm. Yeaaaaah, I suppose."

"So….what was it?" He's silent. "What was it about? Blue ice cream and cookies? I can see how that would be a good dream, especially if your mom made them! Sorry if I woke you up before you could finish your azure ice cream sundae! Although…if that was it, why wouldn't you just say that?"

Percy smirks. "Ha ha ha. No, it wasn't about food. No, it was about…" He pauses. "…Annabeth…" I shudder inwardly. Of course it was about Annabeth. "…And me and you."

That shocks me a tiny bit. I whirl my head round to stare at him. "Annabeth, you, and me?"

Percy smiles slightly, clearly amused. "Yup."

"Well, isn't that random? Uh, how? What? What happened?"

His smile has grown. "It was…a very good dream. All I'll say is this, though: you and Annabeth were actually friends."

I cock an eyebrow at him. Nice dream, dude. "Not to be unsupportive of this dream of yours or anything, Perc, but, umm, wow."

Percy sighs. "Gods, Rachel, won't you please, please tell me why you two don't like each other?" How dense can you get?

Yeah right. Like I'm going to say "Oh fine! I hate Annabeth and she me because we are both utterly in love with you and view each other as a threat!" Mmm hmm, no. What I do say is this: "Well, let's just say there's something major that we do not agree on." Technically correct. That major something being which one of us Percy should fall in love with.

Again, Percy heaves a sigh. "Gods, girls are so…I dunno, but why can't you just put your differences aside?" He's agitated, I can tell.

"It's not really something," I say, "That we can just put aside and forget about, Perc. Believe me." I jump up, and grab his hand, hauling him up. "Come on Perc, forget about it for now, and let's go get some breakfast."

Percy nods and willingly starts to walk, still holding my hand. I keep hold of his hand until we reach the kitchen (which is way too close to Percy's room for my taste), and I open his fridge, as if it were my own...it pretty much is. I then go to the freezer, upon finding no inspiration in the fridge.

I note all the fruit within and ask Percy if he wants a smoothie. With a shrug, he says "Sure, thanks."

I laugh. "Don't be silly! It's your fruit!" I grab the fruit and set it on the island counter, then go back in, searching for whipped cream, sour cream, yogurt, ice-cream, something to that creamy effect.

He smiles and sits on a black stool in front of the island. He shows me where the blender is and then I get out two cups and spoons. I have been to Percy's house enough times to find those myself, I mean, seriously, this place is pretty much my second home. Actually, my first home. Let's just say I'm far more comfortable than at my "home."

Percy shouts to me over the roar as soon as I stuff two scoops of vanilla ice-cream, a glop of sour cream, and some frozen mixed berries in the blenda then press the crush button. "So…what'cha wanna do today, Rachel?"

I turn off the blender and bear it of its lid. Smiling at Percy, I pour an uneven amount of delicious fruit smoothie into each of the cups. I, of course, take the larger and hand him the smaller portion. "Here ya are, sir, bon appetite!" I pause a second, thinking. "Oh, I dunno…catch a chick flick? You loooove those!"

"Oh," he pretends to look pained. "Sure…my favorite!"

"Ha. Don't try to hide it, Percy. I know you secretly enjoy them. It's okay, we're both girls here, just admit it!" Punch in the arm…thanks Percy, thanks. We banter as we finish up the smoothies. About movies and gushy chick flicks, and prices and good seats. We had drained our smoothies, so we clean them out in the sink then set them in the dishwasher. We are both happy right now, and this whole Annabeth crap is only a tiny buzz in the back of my head.

I laugh. "Okay. So," I insist. "Movies." Percy sits down on the soft office computer chair. I sit on him, shifting to find a comfortable position on his lap. "Ungh," he grunts. "Oh, man up!" I advise him. We pull up a movie schedule and I weasel him into a potentially-cheesy-but-in-a-good-way new chick flick just out in theaters.

We race each other to the front door, and I'm proud to say that I won! Sure I pushed him into the carpet halfway there, but it was still a really close call, so I count it as fair.

In response to my totally fair push, he burps in my face. Oh, my knight in shining armor! He is such a gentleman! As lady-like as always, I slobber all over my finger and chase him, trying to give him a wet willy. Of course I catch him, tackling him. He protests, but I stick my wet finger in his ear and he laughingly cries "Ew!" We're laughing so hard, we can barely breathe.

I feel a shadow fall over us, and Percy and I both look up in unison to see an angry, balding man in black.

"Oh hi, Mr. Drews," Percy says sheepishly, untangling himself from me.

"Percy Jackson." growls the angry man; steam nearly coming out of his ears. "I would advise that you and your little…friend get away from my door before I call the police! You are disturbing my palates!"

Picture that alarmed, grossed-out music they play in movies as I notice that the black thing the chubby man is wearing is something tight and stretchy. I looked away before I can soak in the details. I nearly barf at the horrid image. Percy and I get out of there fast.

"Crap, that was scarier than a monster!" I exclaim as we burst out into the warm New York air. Percy shudders. "I know! At least you can kill a monster."

We walk to the theater, talking and laughing all the way. We see a bunch of girls from school, and their death glares just make me laugh harder. Oh they wish they were with Percy instead of I. Ha…as if, wanna-be's!

Believe it or not, we make it through the movie without incident. Wow, that sure was a first for Percy…especially during a dreaded—and yes, it was cheesy and cute—chick flick. I actually think he enjoyed it nearly as much as I did. He just wouldn't admit it.

Okay, so I mixed the first two chapters and made the whole thing IN MY OPINION, better. Now YOU tell me! Puh-leeease review! If there are any spelling or grammar mistakes—especially in tense, I changed it from past to present tense—then please tell me! Thank ya much, you guys rock!