A/N: Enjoy this little fluff piece I wrote while listening to "Problem" by the supermegafoxyawesomehot Natalia Kills. Yeah, you should probably check it out. (Bonus cookies if you got that Starkid reference!)


Disclaimer: Guys. My birth certificate clearly says female, so I can't possibly be the male author Richard Russell Riordan to whom Percy Jackson and Company belongs. Sorry.


"You are so dead, Seaweed Brain," I heaved. The little shit just had to go and bathe in the River Styx, and that's the one and only reason he beat me this time. He stuck out a hand, which I gladly took to pull myself up. I grabbed his shirt, looking him dead on. "Again. This time, no weapons. Hands only. Mano a mano." He returned to the opposite end of the training arena, and his hand pushed back the sweat pooling on his brows. Payback's a bitch, Perce.

Percy's green eyes never once left my face as he sheathed his celestial bronze sword. He smirked, swaggering towards me, making damn sure he kept my attention. I knew what this boy was attempting to do, and there was no way in Hades a boy with a head full of kelp was going to beat a daughter of Athena in any battle.

One. I raise my eyebrow knowing this is not going to work.

Two. A crowd begins gathering around the perimeter of the arena.

Three. Percy flashes his signature goofball smile.

Four. The oaf strips off his sweat-soaked top.

Five. A few of the Aphrodite girls faint, and the Ares cabin is unsuccessful at containing their laughter.

Six. My fellow Athenians try to wipe the disgusted look off their faces.

Seven. Meanwhile, I hold in the insatiable desire to strangle my boyfriend.

Eight. I see his right hook coming and clutch his fist with my left hand, and my right heel makes contact with his chest. As Percy topples over, I hear Thalia shout, "Ooh, kill 'em!" Grinning maniacally, I hold out my hand. When he takes it, I pull him up and reach around to his pocket and, in one swift motion, grab, uncap, and throw Riptide out of Percy's reach. With Percy struggling to comprehend the past two seconds, I seize the opportunity to whip out my own dagger and point it at my boyfriend's throat. "I win."

The sword-fighting arena erupts in cheers, and I feel Percy studying my face. He snatches my dagger and chucks it behind him while I'm distracted for a split-second by Malcolm's fist pumping. The clamor drops a level, but Percy manages to take it to new heights when he grabbed my wrists and, after pulling me in, kissed me in a way that only he could. His shirtlessness and our close proximity caused most of the campers to yell for us to get a room, and Percy was only too happy to oblige. Lifting me up, he carried me to the beach and tossed me in. After we pretty much blew our first kiss in that lake out of the water, Percy and I surfaced because he claimed the naiads were "staring at him funny."

"So it was a draw, right?" he asked while twirling a strand of my hair in front of his cabin.

I laughed. "In your dreams, Seaweed Brain." I turned around and started walking towards Cabin 6.

"In my dreams you're actually nice to me, Wise Girl!" I smiled. So you do dream about me, Perce. Oh, I so won.