Yay, first PJO oneshot!

Title: Dear Annabeth...

Rated: T for cute, marshmellowy-fluff Percabeth and references to sex.

Summery: Inspired by Akon's "Right Now (Na Na Na)". NOT a songfic. When Annabeth and Percy get into a fight, she leaves for a month to San Francisco with her father right up until Percy left her a surprising email. After TLO

Author's Note: So, this fic was mostly to get rid of my writer's block. Writer's block just plain sucks, doesn't it? *sigh* Well, I guess that's it other then....

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians OR Right Now (Na Na Na)/Akon. *Sniff, sniff*


*Annabeth's POV*

So, here I was, laying in my bed in my tank-top and shorts, thinking about Percy Jackson. Just the thought of him made my heart skip a beat; when I hear his name, I become lightheaded.

I was completely and utterly in love.

Too bad that I completely and utterly hate him at the same time.

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Percy and I were walking on the beach, something we did quite often since it was both our favorite place to go. Our hands were intertwined and my heart felt like it was about to explode, the liquid slowly coming out of my skin wasn't sweat -- some might think it was, though, since it was about one hundred degrees outside -- it was my brain that had turned into mush and is now bursting through my skin, making all my thoughts jumbled and on one person alone.

Percy Jackson. My...boyfriend.

It still made me shiver with joy every time I thought about it, though I look and sound like a lovesick teenage girl.

But, hey, give me some credit; I am!

We sat on a tree branch that had fallen to the ground in the huge windstorm that had come just a week ago, bringing the paranoid people into a frenzy.

I leaned against Percy for balance, feeling like I might pass out from the slight contact alone. I closed my eyes, thinking back on how ridiculous I had been lately, and then thinking of how it felt so good to be ridiculous.

The thing is, Percy and I are eighteen. And, like quite a few eighteen-year-olds, we had had sex.

We both knew we loved each other and we both knew that we were ready for anything that came our way: engagement, marriage, making love -- that's how I like to refer to our actions.

We had made love.

Both of us knew that if Athena found out, she would have Percy's head.

And that is what our argument was...somewhat about. Well, not really.

Percy and I were just talking, enjoying the moment, if you will, when he brought up Rachel. Rachel was still a touchy subject with me. I was her friend and I respected her more than I did, but it still made me...jealous when he brought her up. She could give him a normal experience, he knows what it's like to be a normal teen.

But what really crossed the line was when he told me what she had done.

"I think Rachel...still likes me," he had said, hesitant.

"What makes you think that?" I asked, my face buried into the crook of his neck, trying to cool my brain-mush.

"She...well, she...," he made a face, trying to find the right words.

"Did she tell you?"

"Well, no. She...showed me."

My head snapped up and looked at his face. "What do you mean she "showed you"? Showed you what?" I demanded.

"She....well, she kissed me." Percy looked ashamed, yet relieved to get it off of his chest.

"When?" I asked.

"What?" He turned to look at me.

"When?" I repeated.

"About a month ago."

"And you're telling me this now?" I was furious. I was outraged. I was...was...murderous.

"I was thinking of how to say it. How to tell you. I know she's still a touchy subject."

I stood up, outraged. "And you just let her?"

He stood up as well. "Of course not! I wanted to tell you so we would have no secrets from each other. I want to talk."

"You wanna talk?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Alright," I pursed my lips. "How was she?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, how was she? Was she a good kisser?"

Percy's face flushed. "I don't know. I wasn't paying attention."

"Oh, right, okay. So, there was a hot girl kissing you, and...you weren't paying attention? Right, okay."

"I'm serious!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.

"Okay, so she kissed you. And I assume you kissed her back."

His eyes widened. "Of course not!"

"Is this the first time?" I asked. "Are you gonna tell me some other stories about you cheating on me?"

Percy's eyebrows came together in anger. "I have never cheated on you!"

"You're avoiding the question," I pointed out.

"What question?"

"Is this the first time?"

His face flushed again. "Since we've started dating, yes."

"So was she good?" I asked again, unconvinced with the other answer I had gotten.

"She's...different," he muttered.

I let out a sharp exhale. "Is she now? Because I heard that you weren't paying attention!" I snapped. "Well, then you can go make out with your new girlfriend!"

I turned and walked quickly away, leaving a stunned Percy behind.

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My computer blooped, startling me out of my flashback and indicating that I had a new email. I looked at it. It was Percy. I had thought that he gave up on me; he hadn't emailed me in a week. I usually just ignore them, but I decided to just read this one.

I sighed and opened it.

My dear Annabeth,

I can't lie, I miss you much (along with my mom. But I bet she doesn't miss making love with you...unless you're having some secret affair I should be concerned about....=P). I want you to come home. I haven't done a thing with you gone. My mom thought that I had slipped into a coma for the first week. My strength is washing away, along with you. You need to come home.

You may think that you are home. But you're not. My home is where my heart is, which is in San Francisco. Now, even you know that San Fran is very far away from New York. Therefore, I'm very far away from my home.

I want to go home.

Either way, it's going to happen.

So, please, reply. If you don't want to come back to me, I'll go there if you need me to. I want you. I wish you would be with me forever.

If you'd accept, I would like to be with you forever, with a certificate saying that you are mine alone. No one can have your heart or your soul.

It's a suggestion, a plea. So, please. Marry me?

With love forever,

Percy Jackson

a.k.a. Seaweed Brain.

(Although it's too bad it can't be filled with seaweed since it's only filled with you.)

My hand was covering my mouth. I realized my hand was wet. I was crying. I had just been proposed to. After being gone a month, he still loved me and wanted me.

I noticed something at the bottom of the page.

P.S. Rachel is out of my life completely. She is gone. She has gone to a boarding school in Florida. As far as I'm concerned, I never want to see her again.

P.P.S. Where would you like our wedding (assuming you say yes)? I was, personally, thinking Paris. You know since it's so...architectual. I just made that up, just if you were wondering :) which you probably weren't.

I smiled and slowly dragged my mouse to the "Reply" button at the bottom of the screen.

Dear Seaweed Brain,

I also cannot lie, I miss you terribly (I miss it, too. Haha. Nice try, Sally =P I'm not gonna have an affair. Never in my life.) I want to go home as well. This isn't the best experience I've had. My father thought, as well, that I had slipped into a vegetative state. (A coma =P) I feel...incomplete. I want to be with you so badly.

No, I am not home. If home is where the heart is, we need to get together. My heart is stuck there with you wherever you are.

I also miss my home; in your arms. (Damn, does that sound corny, though true.)

Yes. A simple yes. There are many freakishly gooey things I could say. Things worthy of Aphrodite herself, but I'm afraid I don't want to say them over email. We can wait 'till the honeymoon =)

Love,

Annabeth Chase

a.k.a. Wise Girl

P.S. You didn't have to do that. Unless you're just saying that and she left in her own freewill. =) It's the thought that counts.

P.P.S. Paris is perfect. Beautiful, too. And I love you're new word. It's cute; just like you :) (Except it's architectural. Just pointing out =D)

I clicked "Send" and leaned back in my chair, content.


So, how was it? Did you like it? Review and leave a comment? Would you like me to continue? I want it to be a threeshot so. . . . Reviews would boost my self-esteem and I would finish faster!