A/N: Hey everyone! I've had some PJO drabbles on my mind for awhile, and they've prevented me from working on my other story. So I've decided to post a few of these to get it out of my system. Most likely this will be a twoshot or threeshot, but I will do more if I a) people want me to post more or b) I have the need to write a few more drabbles. Anyways, here it is!

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or any of the characters (no matter how much I want to have it). Rick Riordan gets all the credit for pretty much everything except the plot for this.

Soap Operas

"Annabeth, wait up!" Percy called as he ran after his girlfriend. "That didn't mean anything!"

"Really? Then why were you kissing Drew in the first place?" Annabeth yelled. She had been walking down to the beach after dinner when she saw Percy, her boyfriend, kissing Drew, the slimy, superficial daughter of Aphrodite. Annabeth ran into her cabin and threw herself down on her bed. How could he do that to her? It wasn't fair, or right, or good at all. A tear slipped out of her eye and hit her pillow. Thank gods her siblings were all at the campfire. She didn't want any of them to see her cry.

There was a knock at the door. "Annabeth, please let me in!" Percy said. His voice was muffled and pained. "I need to talk to you!"

"Go away!" Annabeth cried. She didn't want him to see her yet. She needed to think. She needed to compose herself. She needed to—

Smash! Percy was suddenly standing in the frame where the door once was. Annabeth stood up.

"Why the Hades did you kick in the door?" she asked, brushing the last couple of tears out of her eyes.

"You weren't going to let me in!" Percy replied indignantly. "Annabeth, I am so sorry. Drew just came up to me and kissed me! There is nothing between us. Please forgive me."

"No!" Annabeth screamed as she grabbed a book off a nearby table and threw it at Percy's head. Her sadness turned into anger. He must have had a lot of nerve to come and try to talk to her now. "How can I believe you? I can't trust you anymore apparently! We're—"

"Annabeth!" Percy interrupted. "I only want to be with you! I gave up immortality for you! I left Calypso's island for you! I went across the country to save you! I held up the sky for you, literally! When I bathed in the River Styx, I saw you. You got me out of the water. I love you, not some Aphrodite girl who only cares about her looks." He looked mad, but calmed down as he said the last sentence.

Percy crossed the room to where Annabeth was standing. She was shocked. Her thoughts were racing. Did he just say he loves me? she thought. No, I must have heard him wrong. He doesn't love me. And what was he saying about the River Styx? Does he mean—

"Annabeth," Percy whispered, sliding his arms around her "I love you. Why would I go off and kiss another girl?" and at that, he pressed his lips to hers. She pushed him away. He looked hurt, but then Annabeth said, "I forgive you."

Percy smiled. He locked lips with his girlfriend again, and this time, she kissed back. They stood there, kissing, until someone behind them burst out laughing. The two pulled away from another and turned around to see half the camp in the doorway, watching them. Most of the Aphrodite girls had tears in their eyes, but everyone else was suppressing giggles. Nico was rolling around on the ground. Rachel just stood there, smiling.

"You know," she said, "Hephaestus should make a soap opera about you two. You guys are so cliche that you would be a hit."