A/N: Just a note about this story-it has no end! Whenever an idea for a one shot comes to my mind, I'll post it, so be prepared for irregular posting. And since I'm going on vacation for two weeks, i might not be able to update often, so I'm going to start off this story and two others. If youwant a certain idea to be posted, PM me and I'll write it up for you. Other than that, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I dont own PJO

Annabeth POV

"Oh, no."

"Come on! Please?"

"Well…let me think about it…NO."

"It'll be fun!"

"Nope. Not a chance."

"Will you do it for me?"

"Annabeth, I love you to death, but there is absolutely no way I am spending a perfectly good Saturday shopping with you."

"Excuse me?"

"Um, emphasis on the "shopping" part. Not the "with you" part."

"I thought so. But we can get ice cream afterwards!"

"I'll be at your house in ten minutes."

I chuckled as he hung up. All I had to do was promise him food in some way, shape, or form and he would do whatever I wanted.

True to his word, the Seaweed Brain rang the doorbell of my house ten minutes and twelve seconds later. When I opened the door, I found him standing there in jeans and a t-shirt.

"Hey, Wise Girl!" he said, smiling at me.

I pretended to be mad and frowned at him. "You're twelve seconds late."

He rolled his eyes and held up a credit card. "The Stoll brothers stole-gave me this card. It has the same effect as those Lotus Casino cards, so you can buy whatever you want."

I grinned and nodded at him, and he led me over to his ride-a red convertible Maserati Spyder, an eighteenth birthday gift from his parents.

When we got to the mall, the first thing I noticed was that there were hordes of teenage girls everywhere. And every single one of them was staring at Percy and undressing him with their eyes, which irritated me to no end.

In fact, we were walking, Percy's arm around my waist, when one of them walked up to us, caked in makeup and dressed in shoelace clothing, and removed Percy's arm from my waist and put it around her waist.

I glared at her as she giggled flirtatiously and said, "Hello."

Bewildered, Percy put his arm back around my waist and said, "Um…do I know you?"

She giggled again. "No…" she ran her hands down his shirt, feeling his abs and ending at his pants, and said, "But by tonight, that could all change…"

Percy was starting to look seriously freaked out. "Um, no," he said, "I already have a girlfriend." And as we started walking, heading away from the girl who had a furious look on her face, he called over his shoulder, "And she isn't dating me just to get in my pants!"

I turned to him and smirked once we were a safe distance away. "It's a good thing you declined. I don't know what I would've done to you if you'd agreed."

He nodded. "This group of sluts in my school has a bet-whichever one of them sleeps with me first wins. And it's made my life a living Hades."

I frowned. "Have any of them won?"

He shook his head. "Of course not! And I don't plan on letting them! Although…" he whispered in my ear, "You are dating me for reasons other than getting in my pants. Right?"

I rolled my eyes. "I've saved your sorry ass more times than I can count! I've known you for six years! I am your girlfriend!"

He still looked unsure. "So…is that a yes or a no?"

I sighed exasperatingly. "No! I'm not dating you just to get in your pants! Now, come on, we need to start shopping! Its ten and I need to get home by five!"

He groaned, and that commenced our shopping spree. Well, actually, it was more like my shopping spree and his "being mad" spree. When we were walking to the store, I heard him grumbling under his breath, "Women fahpsecim so damn stubborn aosidmcaiuhf why do I even bother…"

Up until noon, I just bought a few necklaces and a pair of black Converse. Right before lunch, I was about to enter Claire's, but Percy took one look inside the store and stopped me. "Hey," he said gently, "You don't need any of that stuff to "enhance your features" or whatever. I think you look much more beautiful without it." And he proceeded to steer me, with my red-as-a-tomato face, into the food court.

Percy, being the gentleman that he was, had been carrying the bags the whole way. We got to a table, and he gave me two twenties. "Can you get me an orange chicken with noodles from Panda Express?" he asked pleadingly.

I smirked at him. "Even though that food is unhealthy and will probably kill you? Sure thing."

I went to Panda Express and ended up getting two of those, because even though it's unhealthy as Hades, it actually sounded like it would taste good.

I came back with two of those Styrofoam trays of Chinese food, and was met with a weird sight. I saw Percy sitting at our table, flanked by four or five girls who were probably all trying to hit on him. He locked eyes with me and mouthed HELP!

I shook my head. To earn respect from me, he had to get himself out of this one.

He sighed and got up from the table. In two strides, he took the food away from me, set it down, and kissed me for all he was worth.

I don't know how long we stood there. It could have been seconds, minutes, hours, or millennia. But I knew that he kept kissing me until every last one of the annoying girls had stormed off, muttering angrily under their breath.

He broke away and, annoyed, I tried to pull him back for more. He just chuckled and ducked away. "Yes, I know how you feel," he told me. "But shouldn't we be eating our lunch instead of each other?"

I blushed bright red, and we quickly finished our lunch so we could set off for another round of shopping.

When we got to Forever 21, I turned to him and said, "Alright, I think you've earned this. You get to pick out all the clothes I try on here, okay?"

His eyes lit up in excitement. "Sure thing!" he exclaimed as he started to venture out into the store.

I grabbed him by his shirt sleeve and yanked him back. "And, under no circumstances can there be any underwear," I said sternly. He pouted, but I leaned in and whispered in his ear, "That comes later."

His eyes just about bugged out of his head as he scampered off to the clothing archives of the store. I chuckled to myself. Boys will be boys.

He came back soon, a mountain load of clothes in his arms. He shot me a cocky grin. "Shall we proceed?" he asked.

I went into the changing room and tried on the selection he picked. They were mostly jeans and t-shirts, and there were some denim short shorts. When I tried those on, his jaw dropped and he stared at me. I giggled and said, "My face is up here, Percy."

He looked up, startled, and then grumbled, "Hmm? Oh, yes. I knew that."

We ended up doing the same treatment at the next few stores that I visited, and after American Eagle, I check my watch. Half past four. "One more store to hit before ice cream," I said.

He closed his eyes and said, "Father Poseidon, please let her say what I hope she's going to say…"

I smirked. "Victoria's Secret."

He pumped his fist and leaped up in the air. "Yes!" But when he saw the death glare I was giving him, he stopped and said, "Um, uh, well. Okay. Sure."

I rolled my eyes and we set off to the store. When we arrived, once again Percy was being drooled over by every teenage girl in the store. And once again, it irritated me to no end. I grabbed a few, uh, things and headed off to the changing room.

When I went back to the store, though, I found Percy flirting with the saleslady. I raised an eyebrow at him, but he caught my eye and winked. What does he have planned now? I thought.

He grinned at the saleslady. "So," he started, "What's a pretty lady like you doing here without a guy to keep you company?" he took a step closer to her and she blushed.

"Oh! Well-" she stuttered, and I chuckled, hidden behind some clothing racks. "I-I thought…um, you came in with your, uh, girlfriend, so-"

Percy cut her off with a wave of his hand. "She isn't my girlfriend. You, on the other hand…"

The saleslady giggled and started ringing up the things I got. "Oh, by the way," Percy leaned over the counter and his lips brushed her temple. "I forgot a coupon for eighty percent off at my house. Do you think you could…"

"Of-of course," she said, still bright red.

She handed all of my stuff to him in a bag, and he was about to leave when he noticed something on the counter. "Oh my god…" he breathed, dropping the bags. He turned to the saleslady. "Are those catalogs free?"

She nodded. "You can take them if you want to."

He rubbed his hands together with glee. "Alright then," and he started picking up the magazines. "Summer addition, winter addition, spring, fall, swimsuit-"

I decided it was time to step in, so I snatched the catalogs from his hands, gave them back to the saleslady, grabbed a fistful of his jet-black hair, and steered him out of the store.

I glared at him and put my hands on my hips. "Why would you flirt with that saleslady? And look at the catalogs?"

He raised his hands in surrender. "Hey, I was just trying to get eighty percent off!"

My glare got even stronger. "Eighty percent off coupons don't exist. And the Lotus Casino credit cards don't have a money limit," I said in an icy tone, "And what about the catalogs."

He gulped and took a step back. "Well, I was just, uh, thinking about buying a, uh, Christmas present!"

"It's spring break."

"…"

"And you're a guy. With no friends of the female type who are not your girlfriend. Except your mom. And Rachel."

He visibly paled. "Well, uh, hehe..."

"Whatever," I turned on one heel and walked away, Percy catching up to me while balancing bags in his arms. "You're buying ice cream."

He pouted, and then I noticed something as he fell back behind me. I turned around. "Why do you always walk behind me?"

"Because. These bags are heavy and they slow down my speed," he replied.

"Right. And Hades wears pink underwear."

He sighed. "If I tell you, do you promise that you won't kill me?"

I shrugged. "Sure. How bad can the answer be?"

He took a deep breath. "The answer to your question," he said slowly, "Is… becauseyouhaveaniceass."

He said it really quickly, but I could still understand him. I turned around slowly, and I imagined my eyes red with anger. "Perseus Jackson," I began calmly, "YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT TO ME!"

He looked around, weighing his options, and decided to make a run for it. I chased him to the parking lot, ignoring the stares we got. "You promised not to kill me!" he called.

I scowled. "I didn't swear on the River Styx!"

He cursed under his breath as he made a mad dash for his car. And all I can say is that when someone is trying to kill you, and that someone is your girlfriend, the worst thing to do is try to hide in a bag of that person's underwear.

And I'm sure that, after I finished pummeling him, his balls hurt for weeks.

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