A/N: Hey there! This is a little something I thought of when I was taking a look at my book collection and wondered "Hey, why haven't I written a Percabeth fanfic yet?" So, here I give you this!

Enjoy! :D And pleaassse review, you guys!

Percy Jackson was in a bit of a situation. Then again, wasn't he always? Yeah, but this was different. So different.

This particular situation didn't involve your usual hellhounds or Minotaurs, though at this point, he would've much preferred that over what was really happening.

You see, Friday was the upcoming Summertime Festival, and he was supposed to bring a date. Now, this whole debacle was Grover's idea from the start, saying that Camp-Half Blood needed some excitement in their groove- through which Percy had contradicted that everything was fine as it was- and revenge was much needed on the Satyr.

Now, many would think that finding a date shouldn't even be a problem since he was already going out with Annabeth Chase.

Percy contradicted that as well.

To him, it wasn't as easy as teenage movies made it out to be, and much to his chagrin, he'd only found this out when everybody had kept hinting at him to make a move. But he didn't.

Say whatever you want, but believe it or not, he was nervous.

That's right. The Saviour of Olympus was nervous about asking his girlfriend out to a festival.

Now, his ordeal was that he didn't know how to approach the topic to Annabeth, much less ask her the big question.

So, how was he going to fix this? Simple! He was going to give himself time to ask her at the right moment and in the right way. Meanwhile, it was much anticipated by everyone- who at this point knew of Percy's semantics and of the way things usually went for him- that he was most likely going to screw it up enough for a tiny bit of Hades to break loose.

"I really don't see what the big deal is."

Percy stared at his best friend with an incredulous look, tapping his fingers against the table's wooden surface in anxiety.

"What?" Grover replied, looking bemused at Percy, who looked as if he'd just been asked to take his clothes off.

"Are you really saying that? As if all it takes to do it is to just ask her the question?"

"Actually, that's exactly all you need to do, really."

Percy glared at him. "If it were that simple, don't you think I would've done it by now?"

Grover shrugged and continued to sift through his cards. "Well, you're not making it any easier on yourself just by talking about hard you think it is."

Okay, that was… true.

"Then please tell me, Great Warrior of Nature, what do I do?"

"Exactly what you said that you found hard in the first place. I'm all in, by the way."

He set down his cards on the table- which showed a pile of kings, queens and jacks- and gave Percy a proud smirk.

The other boy however, had stopped playing five minutes ago and left his cards astray on the table, faced down for the sake of not giving Grover the upper hand in winning, although now it was pointless.

"You're really not seeing this from my point of view, are you?" Percy asked, ruffling a hand through his hair in part-frustration and part-needing-to-ruffle-his-hair-just-for-the-sake-of-it.

Grover huffed a breath of exasperation and stared out into the view. They were outside the Poseidon's building playing a game of what had been poker, except without the money and all.

The view in the Satyr's direction gave away to the lake beyond, its blue waters calm with peace. Just above came the blue skyline, with the edge tinged in a golden expanse of the sun. Evening was coming soon. Grover could tell in the way the sun was beginning to cast its illuminating rays over the camp.

"Percy, it's not that I don't see from your point of view. I get what you're nervous about." His tone was calm and reassuring. "I think that what you should do is come with a way to ask Annabeth without feeling nervous. It's not like she's going to say no, anyway. You guys are practically the talk of the town over here." Grover's eyes narrowed on a dandelion swaying in the wind along the fields. "It's actually kind of annoying."

At this, Percy laughed and sat up straight. "Thanks, man. And, well, can you really help it? Annabeth and I are famous, after all."

Grover chortled and flung a card in his direction. Percy dodged it swiftly and gave a cheeky grin.

Despite everything that had changed over the years, their friendship was still the same.

The sun was beginning to dip over the lake's expanse, projecting its final rays and illuminating the sky above with a dim yellow, only to spread onto red evening streaks across the overhead void.

Percy had spent much of the evening time down by the lake, sitting alone on the sand and soaking in some relaxation by gazing at the blue waters, jutting rhythmically outward every now and then.

In that time, he came up with a pretty good plan in asking Annabeth to the Festival. High hopes were that it would go into action smoothly, and if not, he'd find a way to makeup for it… hopefully.

In a matter of 21 hours, Annabeth would be back from her summer vacation and be reunited with Percy. Despite feeling like he would throw up any moment in regards to the festival, he was still really pumped to see her again.

She had promised to be at camp a week before vacation was over, and it was all he could do to keep himself restrained, not fly out on Blackjack to steal her, and ruin her time with her dad.

The only good -and also bad- thing that was keeping him grounded was the festival itself.

The fact of the matter was that he knew as soon as Annabeth was back, she would be expecting him to ask her. And oh man, an answer she would get.

Percy smiled at the though of her reaction when he'd show her what he was planning to do.

And in that time, the sun finally dipped over the lake, bringing on the stars that fabricated the dark blue skies above.

As they twinkled like fireflies, Percy sat there and watched.