So Percy isn't the best at trying to ask Annabeth out on a date. Oh gods…let's just hope this ends well.
-IN THE CABIN:
Annabeth was on her bunk polishing her beloved blade while looking incredulously violent. She seemed to be emitting a don't-bother-me-right-now-or-I-will-hurt-you-kind of aura, (that warded all the half bloods off) when none other than Percy Jackson strolled in and seated himself right next to her.
Of course it's that seaweed brained idiot…who else could be? She thought continuing to clean her dagger.
"Hey Annabeth,…uh…um…ughhh…" He stammered. I just gotta do what Travis told me…that's right.
"What's up Seaweed Brain?" She answered mutely, not to be interested at all.
"W-would..you..ummmm…like t-t-" He continued, confidence dropping. Girls like pie don't they? Yeah that's it ask her out for lunch.
"Dude." She cut in, setting her knife on her bed.
"Yeah?" Percy's head snapped up with the obedience of a dog.
"Hurry it up will you? I have practice with Chiron this afternoon." Rising to her feet, Annabeth prepared to leave.
"Oh! Right… …"
Annabeth opened her mouth again in annoyance when…
"PIE!" He exclaimed.
"Huh?"
"We need pie."
"Why?"
"Girls like pie right? ?LETS GO!
"Wait…what..HEY HOLD ON…WOAH! LEMME GO KELP HEAD! LISTEN! PERCYYYYYYYYYY!" The daughter of Athena yelled in protest as a very awkward kelp head dragged her across the camp.
Travis POV:
Meanwhile, Travis was hiding in a bush watching the whole scene as it went downhill.
Idiot. He thought while he imagined what gruesome things Annabeth would do to Percy later when they would finally discover that they were stuck on an isolated camp with no neighboring pie stores.