A/N, this is 100% AU! Pretend they are normal teens in a normal Youth Club or something. Okay?

Percy POV

I playfully pushed Thalia off her seat and took it. It was next to Annabeth's. We started talking about something dumb, with Grover butting in occasionally, and Thalia muttering curses from her spot on the ground. Then this seventh grader, Nico I think, and his friends approached us. They were laughing, and knowing their immature (like we ARE SOOO MORE MATURE THEN THEM! *cough* not *cough*) humor, it was probably perverted or about...

"Hey guys, when you die, does all your poop and pee come out?"

Yep, poop.

"Uhh... I think so. Once I saw a dog run over and it was surrounded by it's shit." Thalia answered, and the kids ran off to God-knows-where.

"It does, when my dog died in it's sleep, we had to-" Grover began, but then Annabeth, who had been suprisingly quiet, interrupted.

"Can we please not talk about this? Like seriously?"

"What's wrong Annabeth? Do you not like dead dogs?" I asked, teasing her. She shoved her hands over her ears, trapping locks of blond in between. Then Grover started chanting,

"dead dogs Dead Dogs DEAD DOGS!"

I joined him, but Thalia looked worried. She tapped me on the shoulder. "Umm, guys, you should stop."

"Why?" I asked, and Annabeth turned away from us. I gently put my hand on her shoulder.

"Annabeth?"

She turned, and I could see the sparkling outline of a tear tracing down her face. Grover stopped laughing and looked puzzled. I wordlessly put an arm around her, and for once she didn't pull away.

"M-my dog died this Tuesday." She said, so quietly that we could barely hear her over the din of children shouting and laughing.

"I'm sorry, I didn''t know..." Grover said, and I could tell that he truly felt bad about hurting her. She gave him a watery smile and sat up, out of my arms.

"It's okay, you couldn't have..."

"I'm really really sorry..." I told her, and tried to fight off this odd, dissapointed feeling I got when she pulled away. She reached up to wipe away the tears. Thalia glared at us, and took the opportunity to push Grover out of his seat.

"HEY!" He protested, but Thalia just ignored him.

"You okay?" She asked Annabeth, and my blond friend nodded. Then we tossed away the incident and pretended that it never happened.

Poor Annabeth. She should have told us. That's all that was going through my head. And then a wiser, often silent voice piped up.

No, she shouldn't have. If she wanted to keep it a secret, then let her. You should be glad that she told you in the first place and didn't runoff to the girl's bathroom instead.

We all continued laughing and talked about The Simpsons and The Middle. That was all most of them remember from tha night.

I remember it as the time when I first felt something for my best friend.

Yes, I know it's painfully short. NO FLAMERS PLEASE!

This is based on a real event. When my dog died in February, I went out with my friends to a thing at Christ teen on a Friday, hoping my Seaweed brain of a friend wouldn't screw things up. He did, and then he realized what he said, and he comforted me. Something changed between us that night, and I just thought that there was no better way to express this memory then to give it to you via our favorite characters EVER! And yes, the poop question was how the whole conversation started. Hard to believe, but it did. :)