Is it possible?! HAS ALLY REALLY WRITTEN SOMETHING?! Yes, yes she has, after like what, year absence... I'm such a bad author...
Disclaimer: I don't own the PJatO series, nor will I ever will, because they belong to Rick Riordan.
"Percy you better start rowing or I'm going to kill you."
"What if I don't feel like rowing huh Annabeth?"
Annabeth heaved a sigh and turned around to glare at Percy who was lounging in their canoe, his hands behind his head, eyelids closed. It frustrated her to know end, he was the son of freaking Poseidon he should've at least used the currents of the ocean to will them into first place.
"Look seaweed brain, I'm not about to lose a canoe race with you on my team. That's just embarrassing."
"Yea, well you better get ready for the humiliation because I'm not helping." He said, his eyes still closed.
"You're infuriating."
"Well, you're no picnic either. You could stop stressing over winning and enjoy the scenery, but no." He said in a snobby tone.
Annabeth grabbed her oar and smacked him over the head with it.
"OUCH! WHAT IN HADES WAS THAT FOR?!" Percy shouted, sitting up straight and rubbing the back of his head where Annabeth had hit him.
"That's for not contributing." She pouted and continued rowing.
Percy silently cursed at her, yet picked up an oar and started rowing, trying to catch up to the other teams that were far, far ahead of them.
"Ugh! It's useless. They've probably already crossed the finish line and we still haven't even gotten a mile away from shore!" Annabeth cried and threw her oar onto the floor of the small boat.
"So you give up?" Percy questioned, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.
"Well, yea. It's evident we've already lost."
"So I don't have to row anymore?"
"I guess Percy."
"SWEET SUCCESS!" Percy screamed and tipped the canoe.
"PERCEUS JACKSON!" Annabeth shouted before being plunged into the Sound.
She came up under the tipped canoe coughing up salt water. "I'm going to kill that boy someday, mark my words." She grumbled, when a pair of hands grabbed her waist and brought her under water again. She was about to scream again when she realized she was in an air bubble, courtesy of Percy.
"I'm still going to kill you."
Percy frowned, "Even though I made this GORGEOUS air bubble for you?"
"Well, yea, considering we still have to tip the canoe over and bring it to shore, and I'm currently in an air bubble with you of all people."
"Aw, you don't really mean that do you?" Percy asked playfully.
"Yes I truly do." She spat back, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Fine, I guess I'll just pop this bubble and you can drown or something…" he suggested, in attempts to agitate her.
"I can hold my breath."
Percy sighed. "C'mon Annabeth I'm just teasing you. You really aren't that mad about the canoe race are you?"
"Your point?"
"Really Annabeth are we three?!"
"I know you are, but what I am?"
"Ok, now you're just being ridiculous."
"Am I Percy, am I really?"
Percy was about ready to pop the air bubble in mid-sentence.
"Percy are you frustrated?" Annabeth teased in a baby voice.
That's when he popped the air bubble.