Hello people. Welcome to this new thing I'm going to try: A SERIES OF ONE-SHOTS!

o-0 HOW EXCITING!

Anyway, this is how it's gonna work: I will write my little one-shots, as usual, and instead of having them as standalones, I'll just group them together and basically make a kind-of scrapbook of stories!

More Info:

Will set it throughout their -Percy and Annabeth's- high school years (maybe college too but dunno yet).
Some will be short, some long, some stupid, some crazy and some sweet.
Will mainly do Percabeth though sometimes not.
There will be no timeline! I'll just kinda let you know when each story takes place.
I'M NOT TAKING THE NEW SERIES INTO ACCOUNT! It's not finished and just will mess with the flow.
Some stories might be a few chapters instead of just one. Hopefully. That is the plan.
Will maybe include little one-shots on other characters.
Will include my own made-up characters (like Austin and Carli).
Will probably include some vulgar language and insinuations/ideas at times.

DUDES THIS IS GONNA BE FUN!

Disclaimer: I will never, ever own PJ. I will never own anything real I make a reference too. And I will never ever own Tom Felton….no matter how much I would want to!

Ps. Tom Felton is not included in the story, was just trying to be funny.
Pps. Takes place early sophomore year (so around the time of Fictional Boyfriend story).
Ppps. THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE! And it has like no point to it! It's complete rubbish! It's one of the stupidest ones I have ever written. I LOVE IT!

So let's get this party started bitches!

~ Why Annabeth Is Going To Be A Cheerleader ~

I am going to kill Annabeth. Well not really cause that would be counterproductive seeing as then I wouldn't be able to see her expression after all this has gone down.
But you get the point.

A slap on the back, by what felt like a brick but in reality was a hand (a big hand), brought me back to the present.

And the present wasn't pretty.

"Hey Jackson, you took that hit well," the owner of the brick hand, Dylan, look impressed.

I spat out some grass and dirt that was left my mouth before answering, sarcastically, "How does face-planting count as taking a hit well?"

"Well Butch over there has been holding his arm and complaining how it felt like taking down a cement wall while you only seem to have gotten a face full of dirt. And seeing as Butch is one of our best tacklers and you supposedly have never played before, it was impressive. As vice-captain, impressing me is crucial."

I could still taste the dirt, "Mind telling the coach that? He thinks I'm a wimp."

Dylan smiled at me and quickly looked me up and down before replying. "Cause last year's P.E lessons did nothing to disprove that. You're pretty cool Jackson. We might be able to make a footballer out of you yet."

He slapped me once more on the back and walked off to go talk to the coach. Hopefully about me.

Maybe I should clear some stuff up. Number one, I'm trying out for the football team. Number two, I'm only one of five sophomores trying out, the rest are freshmen and a few juniors and seniors too, but mainly freshmen. Number three, Butch is not actually called Butch, it's just his nickname. And number four, I am trying out because my ever-supportive girlfriend doesn't think I'd make any sports team that didn't involve water.

Supposedly I'm too impulsive, too aggressive and too self-orientated to be on a proper team. Allegedly swimming doesn't count as a "real" team sport cause I still swim by myself and only rely on my teammates during the relays. By the way I'm on the swim team. I really wouldn't be helping the whole water child image if I didn't at least try out.

So what sport requires aggressiveness, doesn't mind impulsiveness and has enough self-orientated egotistical idiots playing it to be perfect for me? American Football.

Just for the record, I am a team player and am not self-orientated.

After running a few more drills, testing speed, strength, ability to take a hit, kicks and tosses, the coach blew his whistle and called us towards him. Most of the guys who tried out crashed to the ground. The actual players didn't. I decided acting normal, ignoring the grass and mud stains that covered me, would look a little boastful and as if I was trying to promote myself too much, so I collapsed to the ground like the rest.

If you would like to know how the drills were for me being special and all, here:
Speed – lots of running and teenagers aren't as bad as nymphs, so I did alright.
Strength – really? Hello half-god.
Ability to take a hit – thanks Butch. Achilles anyone?
Kicks – refer to strength
Tosses – refer to strength again. Also no spears or arrows were involved, so yes the balls actually (almost) got to their intended targets.

"Okay boys," I nearly rolled my eyes. Coaches and referring to us as boys when we are mostly bigger than him and a good eighty percent have probably had more girls than he has had in his lifetime.

I'm being a little mean. The coach is a good guy, I had him last year for gym class. He didn't laugh at my pretend uselessness. No laughing it was pretend.

Back to the coach, "...it doesn't matter if you make it or not, point is that you tried. Now I will be putting up the list of those who made it tomorrow morning on the notice board by reception. Good luck."

As soon as he finished talking he grabbed his bag from the ground and headed inside. My guess is either to his office or the teachers' room.

We all slowly got up and either headed to the locker room or to the parking lot. Personally I prefer showering at home and since I have a car (an absolute beauty) I went towards where I'd parked.

Just as I'd reached my car Dylan came up to me. Huh, must have made quite an impression on him.

"Man why didn't you try out last year? We really could have used you."

That shocked me. "Me? Really? The freak who barely passed PE?"

"I have a feeling you were holding out on us. And freak? When were you a freak?"

I raised my eyebrow slightly at him. "It's a well known fact, ask anyone. Mr and Mrs Freak? Like Rachel and I?"

He nodded slightly. "Yeah well...can't really reply to that. Been talking to Austin though, and he thinks you're pretty cool. Anyway back to football, don't be surprised if you see your name up on the board tomorrow. And don't freak out when you make varsity either."

And just like the coach, he walked off, leaving me very confused.

"Does that mean I made it?" I asked no one. Mostly myself.

Later that night I called (yes called with a phone, it's even a cordless phone) Annabeth. Her roommate answered. Her name's Brooke and she's really nice. And mortal, though not really normal cause she is kind of a genius. But normal enough.

"Annabeth, it's your lover," I heard Brooke call through the receiver.

"Honestly Brooke! Hey Seaweed Brain, what's up?"

"Was just wondering if the bet is still on?"

"What bet?" she paused for a little but not enough for me to answer, "Wait, what did you do this time?"

"Always the accusing tone. No I didn't do anything, just wondering about that bet about me not being able to make a non-water related sport team," I tried to be sly. Pretty obvious I failed.

"Didn't know that it was a bet, and seeing as you asking me I guess you have tried out or are going to try out for a sport. Or even already have and got on."

"My mouth is shut. So we making it a bet?" I crossed my fingers and was silently praying that she didn't go all-knowing on me.

Finally she sighed and agreed, "What does the winner get?"

"Well if you win what do you want?"

She thought about it for a while, so I started doodling on this pad of paper my mom keeps by the phone to write down messages. I think I draw pretty well, if you going to compare it to a kindergartener's.

"K I know, when I win you have to take me to that new museum that's opening up in Jersey. And no complaining either. Also I get to drive your car there and back."

I sucked in my breath threw my teeth. If Dylan was joking I would be paying for it. "Fine but if, no when I win you...have to invite me to your school's Halloween dance. And I get to choose what we dress up as."

To most people this would sound lame but I'd spent a lot of time thinking about it before I called. Firstly Annabeth didn't want to go cause she says we won't get to spend any time together cause of her friends and the other girls who would all want me (no jokes, she actually said that) and secondly I have a wicked idea for costumes.

Basically I just want to be a trophy boyfriend for the night in a cool costume. Also pictures could be used for blackmail. Yes I know, I'm a terrible boyfriend.

"Percy no one actually dresses up for the Halloween dance."

"If we did then there we'll be someone therefore making no one a someone," I could literally hear her face palm, "besides you never went to the school last year so how would you know?"

I knew I had her there, "Fair point. Fine deal?"

"Deal."

"Still think there is some catch you not mentioning," she muttered.

"No catch." She couldn't know I was lying because she couldn't see my face. Very clever of me.

We spoke for a little while longer before Brooke started complaining we were disturbing her concentration and Annabeth ordered me to go get my homework done. Sometimes she's like my mother.

"Percy, how's that English going? Do you need Paul's help?"
Speak of the devil. And speaking of that devil...

"Nico! What happened to my Ipod?"

"It wasn't me! Now do your homework mister!" Please Poseidon that I make the football team, maybe then I'll actually have something to threaten him with.

-next day-

I couldn't believe what I was looking at.

I mean ever though I knew it would probably happen thanks to Dylan but it was still quite a shock. It may not have been varsity like Dylan said. I think he underestimates how good you need to be to make it. He's like the first sophomore in like nine years to play varsity football.

Anyway you look at it, I still made the team. Junior varsity is definitely a team. No doubt about it. I'm still kind of in shock.

"Huh guess Dylan was telling the truth," I heard from next to me.

I didn't need to look to know it was Austin.

"Annabeth just lost," I told him, still looking at the notice on the board, scared that if I looked away it would disappear and this wouldn't be real. I realised what I said won't make much sense to him but I had to say it.

I could tell he looked at me weirdly before speaking, ignoring what I just said. "Technically that makes you cool enough for me to hang out with now."

I punched him in the shoulder for that, finally looking at him. "This coming from the worst sportsman in the world."

"Watch it Jackson, I'm not that bad. Besides," he hitched his bad a little higher on his shoulder, indicating that we should walk, "I could kill you with my jokes."

"Yeah cause they're so bad."

Walking down the hallway I kind of felt like a big shot. Swimming and football team this year. A whole bunch of new friends, most of which are thought of as the popular kids of our year. I could almost hear Annabeth's voice, "See what happens when you make an effort. People like you. I told you."

"So you sitting with us at lunch today or still too scared to face the cafeteria?" Austin asked me when we sat down in homeroom.

"Wow I've finally been upgraded to lunch buddy. How exciting," I joked.

See this is the thing about Austin and I. It's like we don't actually like each other but we get along pretty well.

"Don't thank me, I still think you need to sweat a little more but Dylan likes you."

"How is it that you can make everything just sound...bad?"

"It's a talent."

I rolled my eyes and then the teacher walked in, saving me my sanity.

Before I went to lunch I was back outside reception, looking at the notice board again. But this time it wasn't because I didn't believe it.

I took out my phone (yes I do have one, let those monsters come. I'll be waiting) and took a picture of the notice, making sure you could read my name. I sent the picture to Annabeth. I knew she wouldn't see it yet, being the rule keeping student she is and the fact she shuns cellphones. I'd IM her later and watch her face when she saw it.

This would be fun.

Later on I did like I planned and IM-ed Annabeth. I knew she hadn't had opened her phone because I hadn't gotten a reply.

"Brooke just went out, you caught me at just the right time."

She was looking very sexy in that librarian way, you know with the hair pulled back in a bun, pencil behind her ear, uniform on and books spread open in front of her on her bed. I'm perfectly allowed to think about her like this, she is my girlfriend after all.

"Checked your phone today?" I asked her when she had stopped doing whatever work she was doing.

She gave me an odd look, "Why would I?"

"Stop being difficult and just go check it."

She sighed and got up. I could hear her moving about the room. "If I wasn't difficult it wouldn't be any fun," she said when she sat back down on her bed.

I chuckled and let her turn on her phone and check her messages. The wait was totally worth it. Her eyes first widened and her mouth opened into an "oh". Then she looked up at me and she squinched her eyes, half glaring at me and half looking a little like a startled squirrel.

"You Perseus Jackson are going to be sent to Hades before you could say 'I win'!"

"Well let's try it...I win." I paused for a moment, "Hmmm nothing happened. So tell me how do you feel about vampires?"

She ignored that comment. "I guess I better say congratulations," she murmured, crossing her arms and lowered her head, sulking.

"Brighten up a little, you now have a football player for a boyfriend. You're almost normal."

"You're such an ass." I knew exactly what buttons to push.

"But..."

"But," Annabeth looked at me, smiling a little, "you're my ass."

I smiled back at her, "And you're my pretty little genius. I'll let you finish your work. See you on Friday?"

"Yeah I'll meet you outside your school. We'll go get some coffee or watch a movie or something."

"Or the park, I like the park. Bye beautiful." Just the right amount of charm.

Annabeth blushed a little, and she looks younger when she blushes. It's cute.
She blew me a kiss, still with one raised eyebrow Annabeth style, and started to wave through the mist.

As the mist was clearing she asked me quickly, "So what we dressing up as?"

"I was thinking maybe you could be my personal cheerleader." Laughing I caught one short glimpse of her face before the image faded completely.

A voice came from a boy leaning against the frame of my open door. "You think you could convince Annabeth to do some cheerleading for me? It could help with the whole hot-badass image I'm going for."

I looked at him, tilting my head slightly to the right. "I wonder how readily you'd say that with my whole junior varsity team backing me."

Nico smiled at me and then got full grasp of what I just said. "Shit!" he swore with some more colourful words and took off down the hallway to his room.

I heard his door slam closed and smiled, laying down on my bed, stretching out. This football thing was turning out to be the best thing I'd ever gotten myself into.

So how was it? It also leaves the whole Halloween dance idea open. Whoop whoop!

Maybe also a story of how Nico deals with the whole football thing...maybe Nico will try out too for his school's team...

Read and review. I'll update as soon as I can, though kind of in my final year of school...

As I said before: THIS IS GONNA BE FUN!