Hey everyone! Okay, I know this is really bad but I didn't have time to think it through. I wanted to do one last post in 2014, and this was written in, like, 10 minutes.

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY! HAVE A GOOD 2015!

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Annabeth POV

She was seven years old when she first laid eyes on him. And she hated him instantly. His jet-black hair always stuck up at the back, as if all the combs in his household had been mysteriously carried away by ninja armadillos (she learned the name of that animal in Mrs. Smith's class and used it whenever she could.)

He was also a slacker. He hadn't even memorized his times tables, but Annabeth had, because her mother had told how important academics were. All the teachers adored her, but they didn't really like the troublemaker that sat in the back. Mrs. Smith sometimes yelled at him, and she wasn't even sorry.

She didn't like his eyes either. They were so green and mysterious and she couldn't read his emotions. She hated not knowing. But Annabeth had her friends, so she was okay.

She was ten years old when her absolute hatred had transformed into something milder, like a confused disliking. She still didn't like how his hair stuck up in the back, or his goofy, blasé (new word!) attitude, or his loud-mouthed straightforwardness.

She didn't mind his eyes anymore, though. She looked closer and saw that they were more of a striking green than a mysterious shade.

But her parents were arguing more at home, so she didn't have much time with her friends. Sometimes she cried herself to sleep. Sometimes Percy asked her what was wrong, which was stupid because they weren't even friends. She'd turn away from him every time.

But secretly? Annabeth wasn't okay.

She was thirteen years old when she and the idiot that had been in her life for six years finally greeted each other on somewhat polite terms. First, they were paired up together in an English project. As if that wasn't bad enough, he moved next door to her.

But, as she got to know him, she realized that maybe he wasn't so bad. His goofy smile and messy hair were more endearing than annoying, and he always knew just how to make her smile. Sometimes, he'd tickle her until she screamed in delight, and when their faces were so close together, Annabeth felt like leaning forward and kissing him, which was weirder than anything she'd thought before in her whole life.

Her parents were fighting less, and Annabeth was more than okay.

Annabeth was sixteen years old when she went to her first party. It was a New Year's party, and of course Seaweed Brain was there. It wouldn't be normal if he weren't. Now, they were almost inseparable. He knew just how to make her laugh, and she'd always tease him. There was no denying it now: Annabeth was in love with her best friend.

So when they went to the party, of course she was nervous for the stroke of midnight. Would he kiss her? What if she froze up? What if she kissed him and he didn't like it?

But, on the stroke of midnight, she met those beautiful sea green eyes and all the worry inside her washed away. They both leaned forward and met in the middle, oblivious to all the cheering around him. Her hands were wrapped in his hair and his were placed on her waist and she swore that sparks flew.

Now? Annabeth is happier than she ever was before. She doesn't know how she lived without him, to be honest.