Hey guys, just a two-shot considering how many people like it. :P MAYBE EVEN A SHORT STORY, WHO KNOWS? Hope you enjoy. :) I think the summary explains everything.

Warning: Percy and Annabeth may seem OOC. Well, Annabeth. . .

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Annabeth's P.O.V.

Annabeth Chase was never the person to come to when advice was needed. Maybe advice on how to solve quadratic equations, but anything personal related was done with difficulty for her. She would consider herself as the main defenition of awkward.

Annabeth didn't socialize as much as the teenagers around her, she never felt the need to. She didn't have a particular group of friends or a designated clique, but she accquainted herself with a few people to avoid being singled out as a loner, which she practically already was. All throughout her elementray school experience, the girls made sure to ridicule and embarass her because of the difference she was to them.

Specifically when the topic of boys was mentioned.

Annabeth had no interaction with a boy whatsoever. Yes, she's talked to them, but only if she had to, it definitely was not going to be by will. They made her feel. . .agitated, and flustered. Boys were a matter of a topic Annabeth would soon learn how to define. She's heard stories of boys only being cold-hearted jerks whose sole purpose is to leave a girl heart broken; feeling as if they were nothing.

Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to eavesdrop a girl who's nearly been with every boy at her school, but it was still an informative basis.

Though one day, she promised herself, she would would find out the true characteristics and qualities behind boys. She hadn't found a certain perspective on them, like other girls had already conquered. She was aware that everyone has a different personality, but there is always one thing that many people may have in common.

Annabeth had barely started her freshman year at Seaside High, an all girl academy. She was learning how to coordinate school life with home life, which wasn't hard, partially because both places were so similar. She ate, breathed, and sleeped school. Anything that wasn't academic didn't suit her interests, other than the fact that she enjoyed competitve surfing. She had been surfing from the age of six, well, she started off boogie boarding to help her learn the basics of surfing. By the time she was seven, she had received her first board as a present, and was already taking lessons with hopes of acheiving surfing and becoming a professional.

Annabeth's dream was slightly altered as she grew up, like many other children. She had started taking a liking into architecture, mostly because her mother was a well known architect with many partnering companies. Her mother was the one who supported her fascination for architecture. She had taken her on a few buisness trips, or "study trips" that encouraged her to become one. When her mother studies a certain part of ancient architecture, Annabeth was standing right next to her, listening closely to the words her mother spoke.

Today, Annabeth was participating in a national surfing event. She had participated in many events before, but she couldn't help but feel a little nervous about this one. She was a champion, either coming in as first or second place. Never third. But the association she surfed with bumped her up a division, meaning she would be competing with higher lead girls. . .and boys. Annabeth believed that boys had an upper advantage, with their strong arms stroking through the water would be nothing but easy for them. When it came to surfing, no gender had a particular dominance in the sport, in her opinion. That was the only thing that made her doubt winning. Yet she felt a fiery pride blast through her, she must've been good enough if she was going to compete against boys.

It wasn't even near daylight yet, and she was walking on along the edge of the beach's rough, scratchy rocks to soothe herself. She did that every morning before a competition she had, it was sort of like a boost of confidence for herself. The water calmed her, but she feared it at the same time. She held high respect for the ocean, which most people would find weird. But Annabeth had thoughts, and appreciation for it. It was something many would overlook; though, she was smarter and far more insightful from that.

Annabeth breathed in the ocean's scent, smiled, and spotted a place near the rocks to sit. She sat in the damp sand, enjoying the coldness of the water colliding onto her lower body. She positioned her legs to the point where they were slanted, leaned forward, and hugged them. She sighed, struggling to keep her negative thoughts out of her head.

"Nervous?" Annabeth heard a voice ask behind her.

She turned to see a boy looking at her with a questioning expression. He looked around her age, fifteen, but his well defined body made her think otherwise. He was what girls at her school would consider. . .cute. Annabeth flushed just at the thought of him being cute. Because she had to admit herself, he was pretty cute. The boy had unruly raven black hair that gave off a naturally misshapen vibe. If he had tried to brush through his hair, it must've been done with some hardship; though, it somehow seemed to suit him. He had a slender figure, but underneath his shirt Annabeth could tell there was hidden muscle. His arms and legs were semi-bulky, which meant they weren't too bulky yet there weren't too skinny.

Annabeth automatically assumed he was a swimmer by the looks of it, but a nagging suspicion told her he was a surfer. There was no swimming competition being held in her knowledge, maybe he just enjoyed to swim and came out for a quick morning swim. But Annabeth wasn't that stupid to consider it as an idea. The beach was bound to have surfers, and surfers only. As she continued to examine him, she took notice of the only thing that caught her attention: his eyes. They were a unique shade of green. Not a green she had seen anyone with. They were a mixture of a sea-green color, with subtle hints of blue, but overall were green. They glowed vibrantly with amusement, and Annabeth instantly knew that this boy was happy-go-lucky. But he looked a tad familiar.

Annabeth barely managed to suppress anything but a nod in response. The boy's face fell a little, and his eyes narrowed which made Annabeth feel uncomfortable. She thought he was going to chide her for being rude and not answering properly, but she had realized he was observing her. Just like as she did to him. It was obvious that she was a little uneasy to his staring, but she didn't say anything. Probably because her shyness was taking over.

His eyes flashed with recognition for a second. "Hey, I know you!"

Annabeth shook her head, her eyes widdening. He couldn't have possibly known her. She has never had an interaction with a boy, up until now. She was truly, and utterly confused at his outburst.

"Annabeth Chase!" The boy's thoughtful face morphed into a grin that made Annabeth blush. His lips lifted slighty, to the point where they looked lopsided. Which Annabeth found annoying, she couldn't stand when both sides of a smile weren't lifted completely. But when he did it, it looked strangely attractive. Before she could even react to anything, he took a seat next to her. Looking at her expectantingly.

Annabeth gnawed at her lower lip, trying to steady her breathe. He was sitting right next to her, like, extremely too close for comfort. "I-I think you have me mistakened."

"Nope," the insanely attractive boy objected. "Well, I don't exactly know you, but I've seen and heard of you."

Annabeth frowned at his words. "H-How so?" She stuttered when she was nervous, a weird habit she picked up from her father whenever her mother had caught him doing specifically doing something she had told him not to do. Mostly when he spent too many hours focusing on his battle reinactments rather than helping her mother provide for the family. He had a job, it payed well, but he wasn't required to stay there all the time. Instead, he locked himself up in the basement studying the history of war and whatnot.

"Surfing extraordinaire?" He gave her a suggestion to help her brain catch onto. "Been surfing since she was six? Signed contract with the surfing brand Billabong? Academic excellency? How does this not ring a bell?!"

Annabeth was freaked out about how he knew so much about her, so she took her chance and thought about making a run for it. The boy had obviously supposed this were to happen so he pulled her back down to her place, and gave a reason as to why he knew so much. "Seventeen Magazine did a small article on you. Don't ask me why I was reading it in the first place, that's for me to know and for you to never find out about. Plus, I needed to know a little more about my competition." He gave her a satisified smirk, laughing at her reaction. She had forgot about that.

"Don't worry," he reassured her. "It's not like I'm some creeper or anything. I just want to know who I'm surfing against."

Annabeth was starting to hold a high respect for his tactic, it was something she wouldn't have thought of doing. People mostly only did so to help create taunts while in the water, get your competitor's nerves off balance. The boy could taunt her about her surfing skills. "You've been surfing since you were six, I would at least expect you to be better than this." Annabeth knew if any were to say that to her she definetly would lose some confidence. Though, the boy didn't seem as if he were going to taunt her or anything. He seemed genuinely interested.

"Percy Jackson," he supplied to her, holding out a hand for her to shake. Annabeth paled at the name and could only stare at the hand outstretched towards her. He awkwardly pulled back, while frowning. "OK, then. I guess you really aren't as friendly as they say." He was about to leave Annabeth's company (not without her noticing a concealed smirk formulating), but she stopped him anyway.

"Wait!" she squeaked. Now was the time to figure out how to define a boy (get an insider's view), and she wasn't going to back down when a glorious chance was presented in front of her. "Er, stay! Hi?"

Percy looked at her with a seemingly perfect eyebrow raised, before following onto her request, smiling slightly. They sat down staring out at the ocean, not talking to each other, before Percy decided to break the uncomfortable silence. "Well, what do you want?" he asked, adding a little chuckle to the end, probably hoping he wasn't coming off as rude.

"To talk to you?" Annabeth wasn't sure if it were a statement rather than a question of unsurity.

Percy rolled his eyes. "I think that's a little obvious." He smiled at her, nudging her a bit, causing her face to flush a bit.

Well, he sure is friendly.

Annabeth was letting herself know that she wasn't about to let a mere boy control her emotions like that, especially Percy Jackson. He was a tough competitor, and he was an amazing surfer. He hasn't lost a competition ever since he began to surf in the competitive league. The most nerve-strucking thing about it was Annabeth had to compete against this guy. She knew for a fact that she wasn't going to win against him, but maybe pulling up to second or third would help her gain some respect. Anyone who came up behind Percy was acknowledged as the least bit of talented.

Annabeth sighed, while trying to gather up the most confidence she could muster, while tucking a loose strand of hair behind her earlobe. "I need you to help me."

Percy's face contorted into one of suspicion. "With what? If you're going to ask for some surfing tips or something sneaky, then observe my surfing style count me out of it. I'm not nearly as stupid as I look."

Annabeth suprised herself, and laughed. "No, no!" she tried to assure him. "It's sort of embarassing. . ." she trailed off awkwardly, unsure of how to tell him of her issue.

Percy waited for her to finish, but seeing as she made no attempt to start speaking again, he spoke. "It's fine, I won't make fun of you. Tell me."

Annabeth bit her lip, looking up at him. "Promise?"

Gosh, I feel like a five year-old.

"Promise," Percy confirmed with emphasized sincerity, almost as if he were taunting her childish proposal. "Now, what is so embarassing that you can't even explain to me?"

I know absolutely nothing about surfing, or competitionor whatever. Give me a break, will ya? I'm trying for the sake of this story.

In a review, will any of you tell me if I should continue this? Even you awesome guests. If it's a rude review, or flame. . .Just please, don't.

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-That Was Such A Face Palm -.\