A/N: Hi there! This is actually my first story, so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. I'm just getting in the groove of writing, so updates might be spontaneous. Please feel free to leave reviews. Thanks guys!

Percy opened his eyes and sighed. Once again he was covered in water at 5am, and he was really starting to get pissed off about this. Lately he had been having some very vivid dreams about a kiss with a certain daughter of Athena on the bottom of the lake, and his powers had been acting up and levitating the water from the springs in the Poseidon cabin to his bunk, hovering in a beautiful glistening orb. The second he woke up it would drop on him, and then he would be drenched. This was the third time this week, and he was starting to run out of clean boxers.

Percy groaned and got out of bed. As he was already up, maybe he could get some sword practice before everyone else woke up. After all, the camp games were today and he really needed to get ready since he had spent most of the time they were allotted to prepare in the lake trying to figure out why his powers were being so weird. Besides, it's not like he needed to go over strategy. He was always grouped with Annabeth, and Wise Girl always had a plan.

Grabbing a fresh camp shirt and some shorts, he dressed and made his way out, wincing at the mess covering the once pristine room. He knew that if Annabeth was here she would make him clean it up, due to the fact that cabin inspections were tomorrow, but he didn't care right now. He just needed to get somewhere open so that he could uncap Riptide and take a few swings. Lately things had been awkward between him and Annabeth. After the kiss (you know, the big one) their relationship was weird. Percy wasn't quite sure what was going on between them, but one thing was for sure. He couldn't wait to kiss Annabeth again.

Speak of the devil, Annabeth clearly had had the same idea and was already dismembering dummies, her Celestial bronze dagger glinting as she struck twice, cutting off the mannequin's hand and then stabbing him in the heart. Corn started spilling out of the poor dummy's fabric shell.

As she moved on to the next victim Percy took a moment to admire her deadly beauty. Her blond hair swung around in perfect curls while her gray eyes reflected the maelstrom of straw swirling around her. He thought that this was when she looked the most amazing: when she was covered in little pieces of fabric and corn dust. He knew that if he waited any longer she would notice he was there, so he spoke up, trying to assume a suave pose leaning against the doorway, but failed and fell.

"Well, Wise Girl, I assume that you are up at this hour for the same reason that I…"

He stopped as he noticed the wetness covering her face. As she stared at him, half panting and half sobbing, he realized that she was in one of her moods again.

When he had said awkward earlier, he really should have said insane. Annabeth had been avoiding him for the last two weeks after his birthday and the lake kiss, and he had no idea why. Whenever he came near, she would walk away, either with Malcolm or one of the other Athena kids. At first it didn't seem like a big deal, but then the dreams came, and with it, the water. Apparently, since this was the biggest bump in their road of friendship (and maybe more) so far, his powers were getting seriously messed up. At least, that's what Chiron had told Percy when he showed up sopping wet at the porch of the Big House. So yeah, things had been insane, and he was kind of miffed. Was his kissing that bad? Anyways, avoiding him had apparently turned into hating him.

"Gods, Percy, you're everywhere", Annabeth screamed as she sheathed her dagger and wiped at her face. "I can never get away from you! You're like a parasite, constantly attached to my side."

As she dragged the slain dummies to the side of the room, she continued her rant. She walked past Percy to get to the door, and as she stormed past, he could swear that he could see steam coming out of her ears.

When she was gone, Percy sighed. He had to deal with this now, and he had no idea when it would stop or what was causing it. But until it was time for breakfast, he needed to practice. He walked to the corner to where Annabeth had dumped the dummies and laughed. He couldn't help it. This whole thing was so funny. The face of the dummies that she had killed had two marks of a very distinctive sea green on them. Well, he thought, at least it isn't the real me.

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When Percy didn't want to be somewhere, he really didn't want to be somewhere. And that was exactly how he was feeling when he walked into breakfast and sat at his table. Due to some poor planning on some ignorant demigods part, the Athena and Poseidon tables were right next to each other. As he sat down at his table, currently empty (Tyson was with his dad) Annabeth glared at him and turned away, talking to Malcolm.

Percy sighed. When Annabeth wasn't sitting next to him like she normally was, all the girls in… well every cabin seemed to take it as a free invitation to move over to his table. He knew that he had a minute, tops, before they descended on him. And when he felt someone slide in next to him, he prepared himself for the eyelash batting that would no doubt ensue. Nico sighed.

"Still don't know why she's so mad at you?"

"Nope" Percy replied.

They both recieved their food. A plate of blue waffles and whipped cream for Percy and a weird combination of pomegranate seeds and bacon for Nico. They both got up to burn some for their dads. They had to walk right past Annabeth, so he couldn't help but hear some of the conversation that was going on. Nico nodded at him and kept going, knowing what he was up to.

"Annabeth, you really should just tell him about it," said Malcolm. "You're torturing the poor guy, with these weird mood swings and your tempers"

Damn right, Percy thought.

"He probably doesn't even know what he did wrong! You've got to admit, the guys instincts are strong, but he sure as hell doesn't know a thing about romance."

"I know, but I still can't forgive him for…" Annabeth's words drifted off as she realized how slow Percy was walking past him, and she looked up at him with a glare that could curdle milk.

"Why don't you mind your own business, and move along".

Percy was forced to walk past them even as his mind was spinning.

So that was why she was so mad at him! He must have done something to piss her off, and all he had to do was figure out what it was and make it right. As he put some food in the brazier, he prayed that it would all work out. But all those thoughts fluttered away as Chiron stood up at the head table. Percy finished burning his food and walked back to his table.

"Now, my friends, I know that we usually don't start a game until after lunch, but today we are going to try something else to shake it up. Grover," and here Chiron stopped to nod towards the satyr. "realized that all of you are seriously lacking in your wilderness survival skills, so we are going to play a game of how long our teams of two can last in the woods with limited supplies! Each team will be equipped with a flare to signal for help, due to the fact that the woods have been temporarily filled with monsters. Now, let's announce the partners."

Oh no, Percy thought. Chiron told him that this week's game was in groups of three, and he was hoping that someone like Nico Di Angelo or Will Solace would at least be able to prevent them from ripping each other's throats out. Chiron droned on and on, until he stopped at the bottom of the list, looked up and smirked. Crap, whispered Percy.

"Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase"

Shoot.