Authors Note: hey guyyyss. Sorry I have been so totally slacking with FF lately (coughcough the past year or so) but I'm coming back, sorta! I wrote this on a whim last night and was like "I need to post this!" So I did. And it was short so I think I'm going to add a bunch of One-Shots onto it. I know its way overused and blah blah blah but whatever. Sucks. So this story takes place in The Lost Hero, a while after Percy's gone missing. I always imagined Annabeth would be pretty torn up about it...

I hear one of siblings shuffle around in a bunk nearby me, and I quickly try to wipe a hand across my cheeks, but with no avail. No matter how hard I try to get rid of it, there will still be tears leaking out from my eyes. I sniffle a bit and turn onto my side so I'm facing the wall.

"Annabeth?" The sibling whispers to me in the dark. "Are you alright?"

I sniffle again. It was Malcom. I decide that if I keep quiet, he will think I'm asleep and will ignore me. So I lay there, trying not to make any of the telltale sounds of crying like I usually do.

But unfortunately, it doesn't fool him. "Annabeth," Malcom whispers again, this time more demanding. "I know you're awake over there. Come on, talk to me." He encourages.

He's really starting to annoy me by then, so I flip over and glare at him angrily. "What do you want?" I whisper back at him.

Malcom seems a bit taken aback at my harsh reaction, and his eyes widen. Then he sees my tear streaked face, my swollen eyes, and my blotchy face in the dark, illuminated by the moonlight shining through the nearby window. "S-Sorry, I didn't know you were-" He stops speaking when he sees me shaking my head.

"It's fine, I mean whats the use now, I've already woken you up." I whimper.

Malcom is quick to respond. "No, no, no. You didn't wake me up, I was...uh dreaming." The lie is obvious in his eyes. I shake my head again.

"So, um, to repeat my earlier question, are you okay, Annabeth?" He seems to be unsure of what to do about my situation. It's not often that I break down like this.

I want to reply to him, but when I open my mouth to say, 'I'm fine', I can't speak. The only sound that comes out of my mouth is a small pathetic sob, and a new round of big fat tears come gushing from my eyes.

Embarrassed, I bury my head into my pillow and continue to cry.

As I lay there, I feel the side of my bed sink down with weight, and I know Malcom's sitting there.

"Go, Malcom," I manage to say through my tears. "I'll be fine, just go back to sleep. I'll get over it. Really."

"Annabeth..."

"Just, please go back to your bunk." I'm pleading with him desperately now. I'm so embarrassed that I'm like this and he is seeing it. "Please," I sob.

With a sigh, he gets up and silently walks to his bed. He lays down, and before I see his eyes close, he says one more thing.

"He's a smart guy, Annabeth. He is okay."

With that, renewed sobs wrack my body.

I just don't know.

Author's Note: So there it is! I hope you liked it! It's probably so much better than my old writing! Sorry if you think Annabeth is a bit OOC in your eyes, and I dont remember if Malcom actually died or not, so if he did, WHATEVER. Anyways, let me know what you think in the review box below, that would be super sweet and nice and I would love you.

AND if you're feeling like being EXTRASUPER nice, go visit my DeviantArt! RosieCecilia97 ANNNNND my Wattpad story I'm writing with my friend, Chrissy, on the account TwoVeryWittyGirls. The story is called The House. Its sahweeett:)

Thanks in advance;)