Hey readers! So I've had this idea for a while, so I hope you like it! I don't do long author's notes because I think they take away from the actual content of the story, just so you know. DISCLAIMER: I, soul61, do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians. That genius, Rick Riordan, does. R&R PLEASE!

ONE

'PERCY JACKSON'S POV'

So, I defeated Kronos and his army of bloodthirsty monsters and titans, restored order on Olympus, and got the girl. You'd think I could get some peace and quiet, right?

Wrong.

You see, after the war, that girl and I sort of started to get stressed out. Who wouldn't, though? Camp Half-Blood, refuge for any demigod, was a hazardous construction zone due to the fact that new cabins had to be built. Not to mention all of the newly claimed demigods pouring in at every second of the day and night. Yeah, so camp wasn't so peaceful. Of course, Olympus was almost the mirror image of what camp was like, minus the new half-bloods. After all the damage caused by yours truly, the gods and goddesses needed major redecorating. And who, may you ask, was at the smack dab middle of all of the mess? That girl. And me, of course, but mostly that girl. You know, the daughter of Athena? Blonde curly hair? Intense gray eyes? Likes to talk about architecture? Oh come on! Fine, I'll tell you who she is. Her name is Annabeth Chase, and she's my girlfriend.

After that amazing underwater kiss, we thought everything would be smooth sailing from there. Boy, were we wrong. For Annabeth, reconstructing the most famous place in all of Greek culture was a dream come true. For me, not so much. I was forced to tag along on all of her little "business trips" and pretend that since I was in love with Annabeth, I was in love with buildings. Don't get me wrong, though! Annabeth's greatest flaw, hubris, was definitely not a flaw in this case. Her sketches of the different shrines and mansions for the gods were so amazing that they made the Eiffel Tower pale in comparison. But don't tell her I said that. I'm supposed to be angry with her at the moment.

Anyway, me and hard work don't always get along so great. For one, I'm diagnosed with ADHD, making it very hard to stay focused, which, as Annabeth says, is vital when constructing. And the Dyslexia would be a problem, if I had to read the instructions Annabeth had typed up. But why read when you could have an angry daughter of Athena yelling at you to "Stop being such a Seaweed Brain and put the statue of Apollo by his flat screen!" Which brings me to our dilemma. I was starting to get seriously annoyed with her constant bickering, and she was starting to get seriously annoyed with my inability to think things through. With Annabeth, though, I don't think she was starting to get annoyed, she'd been dealing with that since the day we met. So, there we were in Aphrodite's new and improved mall that she would be calling a home, already starting the day off with a nice discussion.

"Percy! Stop messing around and help me finish this closet!" Annabeth's muffled yell came from the depths of the massive space. I groaned.

"Annabeth, this is going to take forever!" I complained. "Can't we just go see a movie or something?" Everywhere I looked I saw something pink and glittery. Aphrodite's closet literally looked like a unicorn threw up in there. The endless rows of dresses and shoes lined the white walls, making it look like one of those stylish homes a Hollywood actress would live in, except this was only the closet. Annabeth and I had been working on this for days and we weren't even half done.

"No!" came the muffled reply. I groaned, again, louder this time so she could hear it. "Percy, this is my dream." Annabeth's head popped up from a pile of designer dresses, her blonde curls frizzy. She stood up, brushing glitter from her orange camp t-shirt and faded blue jeans. Her gray eyes zeroed in on me, annoyed.

"What? Designing pillows?" I picked up a pink, frilly couch pillow and tossed it at her. She caught it and set it down carefully on a love seat, also pink. She stared at it for a moment, sighed, and turned back to me.

"Look, Seaweed Brain, if you don't want to be here, then leave." She glared at me so fiercely, Thalia Grace would have been proud, and I could feel my will to keep arguing crumble. "I can do this by myself." She said half heartedly, glancing at the pile of dresses disdainfully. That's the problem with daughters of Athena. They always have a strategy, even if it means playing with your emotions. So don't ever let your guard down if you're ever around one of them. If you do, you'll find yourself stuck on Olympus, stocking Demeter's pantry with boxes of Lucky Charms. But I couldn't help feeling sorry for Annabeth. I mean, she finally had her dream job, only to have me mess it up. I felt like a loser.

I looked up, about to say sorry, and saw Annabeth already back at work, a look of determination on her face. Now, I'm not the one who goes and pickpockets everyone he meets, or loots candy stores when all of New York is in a timeless sleep, but times like these, when you have a daughter of the war goddess angry with you, call for drastic measures. So, that's when I made the decision that a son of Hermes would have approved of: I decided to steal from a goddess. I wandered over to a box of glittering jewelry and studied it carefully. The necklace had to look great, but not too girly. So I picked up a heart shaped necklace the size of a quarter and blue green in color. Perfect.

"Hey Wise Girl! I've got something to show you!" I called to the pile of dresses. Once again, Annabeth popped up, her eyes narrow with suspicion.

"What is it?" She said, hesitating.

I grinned. "It's for you!" Curiosity overpowering, she stood up reluctantly and strode to where I was standing. "Here, turn around." I instructed her.

"But-"

"Just turn around."

"Fine." She grumbled and turned her back to me. I took the necklace and put it around her neck. I swept her princess curls aside and clasped the small metal clip in the back. I stepped away and admired my work.

"There." I expected her to smile and say thank you. But, of course, it didn't quite work out that way. She looked down at the small heart and frowned.

"Percy"she said slowly, as if she was doing everything she could to keep calm. "Where did you get this?" This was the hard part.

I gulped and thought hastily of the name of some jewelry store. "Um, from Jared's?" It came out more like a question when I said it. She didn't look very convinced, and I could see her eyebrows scrunch together, like they did whenever she was worried.

"I could have sworn..." She muttered to herself, then shook her head. Realizing that I was still there, she gave a small smile and mumbled "Thanks" before walking over to the pile of clothes to organize. Now, any typical girlfriend would absolutely adore the gift. But Annabeth isn't any typical girlfriend. She's smart enough to see past the shiny stuff and look more towards the ugly side of things. Which is why I got a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach when she walked away with that stolen necklace. Usually, my gut feelings go a long way, so I decided to act on this one.

"Hey, Annabeth, is something, uh, bothering you?" I asked cautiously, afraid she would explode on me. Without taking her eyes off her work, she answered.

"Nope."

"Are you sure?"

She sighed. "Fine, Percy. You want an answer? Well here it is. You."

I blinked. "Me? What did I do?"

"You..." She looked like she was about to burst, but seemed to think better of it. "Wouldn't understand." She continued hanging up dresses from the slowly receding pile. I decided that getting into it wasn't going to get me anywhere, so I kept quiet.

And that's how I ended up spending four hours in Aphrodite's closet in silence, a new record for me. So moral of the story; don't ever argue with a daughter of Athena. No, scratch that. Don't ever argue with your girlfriend. Period. They always win.

By the time bonfire rolled around, I was more than happy to leave that endless pink torture chamber. Annabeth and I still weren't on speaking terms, so we sat at opposite ends of the campfire. Nobody commented on this or asked any questions, to which I was surprised. Everyone at Camp Half-Blood had seemed to be born nosy. Except for that night.

I sat down next to Connor and Travis, who were both bellowing out the lines to "Wheels on the Bus" of which the Apollo cabin was leading. I didn't sing, though, but not because I couldn't carry a tune to save my life. I just sat there and stared at the flames, wondering what I did to make Annabeth so angry. Twenty minutes later, the Apollo cabin and the Stolls were still going strong, but most people had gone to bed. I got up from the tree stump I'd been sitting on and trudged back to cabin three, unnoticed. Once inside the Poseidon cabin, I didn't even bother to get undressed. I felt weak, weaker than I had ever been while bearing the Achille's Curse, but for some reason this didn't strike me as weird. I collapsed on my bed, and was asleep within seconds.

I have said this before and I'll say it again; demigod dreams suck. Apparently, there's some ancient law that says half-bloods can't have normal, hormone-induced teenage dreams. They always have to have some sort of meaning to them. That night, though, I was surprised to find myself in Aphrodite's new and improved closet. Let's just say the goddess of love didn't usually pay me a visit.

"So, decided to meddle with my jewelry, did you now?" A voice like sweet honey drifted out from behind me. I spun around and almost lost my balance. Apparently, already knowing what to expect when you look at the goddess of beauty doesn't help with your reaction at all.

Aphrodite looked amazing in the same red satin dress I had seen her in the last time I saw her. This time though, I could clearly see Annabeth in her features, and less of that movie actress I'd had a crush on as a kid. It was still impossible to tell what color her eyes and hair were, and she kept changing, adapting to my idea of beauty. And boy, let me tell you, I wanted to just melt. I couldn't even remember my name. But all that changed when I saw the look on her face. She was smirking in an evil kind of way. The last thing I wanted to do was get on the goddess of love's bad side, because I needed all the help I could get from that department. So I said something intelligent.

"Uh, what?" She rolled her eyes and glared at me.

"You stole my amulet!" she exclaimed, as if that was the highest offense. "Do you have any idea what's going to happen to you?" All I could think was; 'uhhh.' She rose from the pink loveseat Annabeth and I had moved into her closet earlier that day and strode across the room to me. I nearly fell over, she was so close to me. "You have twenty-four hours, got that Percy Jackson? Or you're stuck like this forever." That jarred me back to reality.

"Wait, like what?" I was confused; what the heck was she talking about? All I took was a little harmless necklace, right?

Aphrodite moaned. "My favorite couple! What am I going to do?" She looked so down, I wanted to give her a hug. But then again, I'd been wanting to give her a hug since I got there. She glanced up, noticing I was still there. "You only have twenty-four hours to make things right! What are you waiting for, go!" And with a snap of her wrist, the scene disappeared.

"Annabeth, time to get up." Annabeth's brother, Malcolm, said cheerfully. I was confused; what was Malcolm doing in my cabin? And Annabeth? The events of the previous night came rushing back to me. Annabeth hated me, and I had no clue why. I felt terrible and decided that I needed to talk to her, and if she was in my cabin, what better time to do it? I yawned and stretched, feeling more sore than usual.

Without opening my eyes, I asked, "Where's Annabeth? I need to talk to her." My voice came out higher than usual, to which I was surprised. I blinked, opening my eyes for the first time that morning. The first thing I noticed was Malcolm, staring at me weirdly. The next thing I noticed was that I was in Athena's cabin. Books lined the shelves neatly and the SmartBoard in the corner hummed happily. Now I was more confused than ever.

"What are you talking about? You are Annabeth." He shook his head and continued making his bed. What the Hades was going on?

I excused myself in that same, high pitched voice that did not belong to me and headed for the bathrooms. Boys stared at me with confused expressions on their faces as I sprinted into the boys' bathroom. I soon found out why.

Staring out at me from one of the mirrors above the sinks, was Annabeth Chase.

Hope you liked! Don't forget to review! I'll try to update quickly, but with school starting on the 10th, I can't guarantee that. Oh! And I will be writing the story from both Annabeth and Percy's point of views. And one other thing, sorry, but this takes place between TLO and TLH.