Percy walked the length of the beach, thinking. It wasn't like him to usually think a lot, but for some reason, he felt he should be out here. No one would bother him. No one should bother him, he thought.

That was, until Annabeth came along. He and Annabeth were stuck in that more-than-friends stage. They were most definitely, most certainly, more than friends. When they first met, they were at each other's throats. Now, they were usually together. Something about fighting by Annabeth's side had made him like her a little more. The same probably went for her, he concluded, otherwise they wouldn't have gone on another quest together.

He wouldn't have saved her, either. Well, he would have. But it wouldn't have been the same, he wouldn't have gone with the Hunters and made sure he got to Annabeth.

And she wouldn't have stormed off in what Chiron called jealousy if she hadn't known, or suspected, Percy was with Calypso…

…so they were definitely more. How much more, Percy didn't know. But she kissed him, right before he practically killed himself; he had overlooked that. But was it a sisterly kiss? Or a friendship-y kiss? Or an I-like-you-I-think kiss? To him, it was the last one, with the second one mixed in somewhere.

He had read about friends, best friends, losing that bond of friendship because of relationships. And he didn't want that.

So here he was, on the beach, trying to have a walk alone, wondering what his father's letter of 'brace yourself' meant, and thinking things through.

And Annabeth found him. He was pretty much done thinking by then, he had figured out what he wanted to do. And she had come along at the perfect time.

"Hey," Percy greeted her.

She nodded back, seemingly nervous. "Hey. So, uh, I wanted to talk to you about something-I mean, um, I don't want to disturb you or anything-but oh, gods, I'm so nervous about this. You annoy me so much, you know that?" She looked him right in the eyes when she said that, and she could read the hurt so openly displayed on his face.

So she backtracked. "In a good way, Seaweed Brain. In a good way." She shook her head, frustrated. "You make me nervous. Nervous. No one's ever done that, except maybe Luke. But mostly in a bad way. You…in a good way."

Percy nodded, not really seeing where this was going. Did she want to be way more than friends? Or did she want to be friends? He was about to respond to her whole speech of confusing words, but he didn't get the chance.

Because her lips were on his and there was something magical about it, although there were no fireworks or magic of any kind, something still made his heart beat a lot faster and a heat rush all over his body, warming him. His face heated up, and then cooled down, but he kissed her back, because he wanted her to know that he agreed with her.

They broke apart, both of their faces flushed.

"Oh, gods," Annabeth said, covering her face with her hands, "I am so sorry. I don't know why. Dammit, Percy, you make me so fucking nervous! This never happened, never." She shook her head and practically ran back to camp.

And Percy stood there, not moving, recovering realizing what this meant-she wanted to be friends.

Just friends.

I know…but Percabeth isn't broken up. This might be a twoshot. Who knows.

KYLiE