To simply describe it, they were making out.

Hell, they were sucking FACE. Percy and Annabeth just somehow ended up that way when he got into an argument with Rachel. But it felt different this time.

Percy and Rachel had been in a relationship with Rachel for the past seven months, but it was a very hard relationship for the both of them. Fight after fight after fight. They could never get along. Percy was just about ready to rip his hair out until he made a deal with Annabeth. They became- well, if I'm going to tell this right, let's start at the beginning.

~ONE MONTH AGO~

"Percy! WHAT is this?" Rachel tapped her foot on the hardwood floor, holding up a stained canvas.

"Huh?" he pulled his face out of the couch pillows, awaking from his nap.

She made a face, signaling 'Don't fuck with me'.

He straightened up slightly, smoothing out his bleached jeans.

"My brand new canvas that I was gonna use for a portrait of my MOTHER."

"Okay? What about it?"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, 'WHAT ABOUT IT'?" she snarled. "What's this barbecue stain?"

Percy shrugged. "Hell if I know."

"ARGH! If you're not going to tell me, then I suggest you go and take a walk. Come back when you're ready to tell the truth." she pointed to the front door of her apartment.

He got up and grabbed his jacket, grumbling something incoherent. He headed straight for his best friend Annabeth's place.

They've known each other, almost literally, since birth. He could tell her anything and she'd understand. Actually, he doesn't even have to say anything and she'll know exactly what he needs or means. They were that close.

He rang the doorbell to her condo, and as he waited for her to answer, he thought about why he got together with Rachel in the first place.

It was at a surprise party for Annabeth, and Rachel just so happened to be there. After pestering Annabeth, Percy learned her name and number and all was history. I don't need to explain much, its just a typical adult relationship. Well, as adult as 19 year olds get.

The door opened to Annabeth, who's messy blonde hair was in a ponytail, and was in daisy-dukes and a t-shirt that Percy gave her a couple years ago. "Hey, what's up?"

"Rachel."

She inhaled deep through her teeth and her gray eyes looked into his green ones, saying, "Again?"

He nodded. "Can I crash here for a while?"

She smirked. "Do you really have to ask?"

After he smiled and entered, she closed the door behind him and he took a seat on her couch. She sat on the coffee table in front of him and asked, "What was it about this time?"

He breathed out. "I think it was about a new canvas. I don't really know, I think it got ruined in last night's party- you were there right?"

She scratched her head. "No. I think I had work- no, wait, I popped my head to greet Rachel a happy 20th as Grover was chugging some barbecue sauce, and headed home."

Percy slapped his forehead. "Grover."

"What?" she laughed, amused.

"Nothing. I just don't know why the hell she's reacting to it like that. I think it's PMS or something."

Annabeth laughed, and sat beside him. "PMS, Percy Molests Self, how's about that?" she smirked.

He narrowed his eyes. "It's gonna be Percy Molests ANNABETH if you don't shut up!" he said, poking her in the stomach.

She laughed, "You wouldn't try."

He seemed flabbergasted, whatever that means. "I would!"

"Really?" She still had that bemused smirk on her face.

He blushed. "Maybe."

An idea flashed in her stormy eyes. She put her hands behind her head. "Then by all means, go!" she crossed her legs and closed her eyes as she leant into the sofa cushions, smirking.

His eyes went wide. "What?"

One of her eyes opened. "You know how I am, Jackson. When you bluff, I call on it."

He suddenly snapped, "I don't bluff!"

She cracked her other eye open. "Just did."

He crossed her arms and slumped down in anger. Then, he was suddenly overcome by the feeling to actually do it. He turned around, to see her still in that position, eyes closed.

"Well, Jackson, I guess I wi-mmph!"

He kissed her, all of a sudden. He kissed her for no reason that he could possibly think of. And she kissed him back. They were all over each other. It got more and more heated, and soon, their tongues were battling and hands were tugging at one another's clothes. They stumbled for her bedroom and thumped onto her bed.