Wow. Can you say the worst summery ever? And to think it took me 12 minutes to think of that much. O_o And I know I should be working on Anna's story, but this was just too cute of an idea to not write. :) Anyway, Enjoy!

Annabeth Case and the Bully Jellyfish

Usually, the camp's magical boarders kept us all cool in the summer and slightly cold with a few snowflakes gently falling from the sky. But that isn't the case today, I thought, crankily. The heat was getting on everyone's nerves and almost everyone—except cabin seven. Stupid sun-loving, show-offing, heat immune children of Apollo. As I thought that, I could literally feel the room sweltering up even more.

I would have wiped the sweat trailing down my cheekbone, but my arms felt too heavy to move. Glancing around my half-brothers and sisters, I could tell they were equally exhausted as I was. Most of my siblings were sleeping off the heat. The few that bothered to stay awake were Joyce, Lily, Kayla, and Damien who were silently trying to play chess, on the table in the corner but stopped because even a simple game was too hard for them.

On the other side of the room Malcolm sat, trying to catch up on some psychology and sociology at his desk. The youngest of all the campers in the Athena cabin sat a small boy, doodling on one of the SMART boards. Michael was only nine, but he had the intelligence of a ten year old. If you think that's not impressive or not a major feat, just remember this is the only kid in Camp-Half-Blood—maybe even the world—who cannot see the fun in bubble wrap. But don't get the idea that he wasn't fun or childish either. He was a sweet little boy who loved playing with everyone. He had this babyish face that was too cute to ignore with grey eyes and light brown hair—he looked like a plump snow angel, though I can't really tell you why.

"Hey, 'Beth," He asked, kinda sleepy, rubbing his eyes. "I wanna go to sleep."

Not moving from my plank position on my bed, I mumbled. "Mm-kay. Night, Mike."

He trudged over to the empty bed beside me. "Will you sing me a song?"

I was ready to laugh in his face, thinking it was a joke. Everyone knew I couldn't sing. If he wanted a singer he could go out and ask Will to sing for him. But then I saw the look in his crystal eyes—he was serious. It made me want to melt even more than I already was. I got out of my bed, smiling weakly. "Sure, babe. What lullaby do you want to hear?"

"The one Felicia sung last night," he smiled, lying down, ready.

Hear goes nothing, I thought to myself. "Blow the wind, blow, swift and low, blow. Swift and

low, blow the wind o'er the ocean. Breakers rolling to the coastline. Bringing ships to harbor. Gulls against the morning sunlight, flying off to freedom."

That was when Malcolm snapped. "Okay, look," he yelled, throwing his book down. "I need to focus on my studies. Michael, grow up—no one listens to lullabies anymore. Annabeth, why don't you go annoy your boyfriend or something?"

I pet Michael's hair lovingly. "Go to sleep. When you wake up, it'll be better," I smiled. Turning my attention to Malcolm. "And you can go to the crows for all I care."

Just as I was about to open the door, Percy walked in.

"Speak of the devil," Malcolm muttered under his breath.

Not paying any attention, Percy smiled. "C'mon, Annabeth. I'm here to save your day!"

"How so?"

He winked. "You'll see…"

OOO

Having a boyfriend who's the son of the sea god has it perks. Percy's surprise was jumping into the ocean and swimming around the deep end. At first, the blue-green waves were ice cold and no matter how hot a day it was, I would not go in there—no thank you. But then Percy controlled the water to be more warm and I had to smile. Only my seaweed brain could make me happy when I was as irritable as I was. Slowly, I began to splash around as have a blast, forgetting for a moment that I was in my mother's immortal enemy's domain.

Percy and I splashed, sawm, kissed, held hands—he even wrapped me around in an air bubble—like he did our second kiss—and took me deep into the water and showed me off to all his fish friends. The naiads were green with envy. Or maybe they were just naturally the perfect shade of green, like Percy's eyes.

This is my girlfriend, Annabeth, he presented to a horde of jellyfish. Then, to my horror, a jellyfish stung my foot. I seethed in agony as the sting began to blister. I was very low beneath the surface, but I swan as fast and frantic as I could to reach land.

In my mind, I could hear my mother's voice. This is why I told you to stay away from Jackson. He'll hurt you. I rolled my eyes. I was mad, but not that made. Gods, Mother…

When I broke the surface, I scrambled to Will, who was shooting his arrows, trying not to cry. I failed. "A jellyfish stung me!"

He looked down at my left leg. The burn ran from my ankle about half-way up my leg. It was red and inflamed, looking fleshy and shiny. There was some blood dripping out of the wound, but thankfully, not too much. "Okay," he said, standing up. "I'll have to carry you." Without another word, he swept me off my feet and carried me to a bed in the infirmary. "So because I'm a naturalist, I'm not going to give you much ambrosia or nectar if any at all okay?"

I punched his arm. "Why not?"

He rubbed his arm, wincing in pain. "You know too much can burn you up. Besides, mortals aren't completely stupid. There are better ways to treat this."

Breathing in and out, I groaned. "Fine! What are you going to do?"

"We need too—"

Percy burst through the door. "I donate my pee!"

Despite the pain I was in, I couldn't help but stifle a giggle. As usual, that guy mind is fifty percent sea, fifty percent weed. Will smiled too.

"Thank you for the offer, but your girlfriend doesn't need your pee. That's the worst thing to do for a sting like this. First, you remove the jellyfish—"

"Done," I said, trying to move things along.

"Take out the stingers with a dull knife," he said, demonstrating things as he went along.

"Then dab it with vinegar." He smiled again, teasingly. "Good job, Annabeth. You were such a big girl throughout the entire operation!"

I kicked his leg. "Out," I laughed. Once Will left, Percy sat down beside me.

"I'm sorry about that, wise girl. You okay?"

I nodded, leaning my head on his shoulder, realizing he had something behind his back. "What's—"

It was that jellyfish in a plastic baggy. Part of me wanted to scream my head off, while the other half wanted me to punch Percy square in the face.

"Before you freak out," he said quickly. "Hubert has something he'd like to say to you!"

I raised an eyebrow. "Hubert?"

Slightly defensive, Percy huffed. "Yes, Hubert. It's a very common jellyfish name." I laughed, not being able to stop for a few minutes. Once I finally calmed down enough, Percy tried again. "So Hubert—" I laughed again. Not as long or loud as the first time, but c'mon. Give me a break. "He wants to say he's sorry. So, to make sure you hear it yourself, put the bag to your ear.

I did as I was told, listening closely. At first, I didn't hear anything, but then I heard a tiny, squeaky voice. It reminded me of something I might hear out of a cartoon. "I'm sorry, Annabeth, princess of the seas. I harmed you and for that, I am sorry."

Wait, I thought. How can I hear him?

The jellyfish must have been looking up to Percy a little too much, because that sucker has a real sassy mouth… no pun intended. "You can hear me because I choose to let you hear me. I could also talk to mortals, but I don't want to, because like you, they're boring.

I almost burst into tears. It was too cute! It reminded me of Percy alright—witty and sassy to anyone who ticked him off. I looked at my kelp-for-brains boyfriend, who was smirking, waiting for my reaction. "Well?"

I kissed his cheek softly. "I accept his apology and I love him very much… Can I keep him?"

It came on as a shock to him, but eventually, he said, "Yeah. Go ahead… That is, if he doesn't mind."

He did. I took him anyway. If there was one thing I knew about stubborn people of the sea, it was that all it takes is a little time before you became best friends with them.

OOO

At the end of summer, when I went back home for school, I took Hubert with me. he was—like I thought—stubborn at first, but we quickly got acquainted and loved talking to each other. Every night before we would talk about everything that happened in our day. (And might I say Hubert saw many things going on in my cabin!) So here he sits behind me at my desk, threatening the neighbor's dog to shut up or else, as I finish my homework , while writing in my diary, thinking about my Percy.