Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians. Rick Riordan does. I am just an obsessed fan.

A/N This is my first fanfic, so please review :] No flames please. Drowning in fluff, sorry. So pretend that the meeting with Nico or the way they parted didn't happen. Somewhere after the Battle in the Labyrinth.

The phone rang shrilly, jolting me from my sleep. I looked up blearily, groping around until my fingers finally gripped the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Percy?" It was a girl's voice, an all too familiar one that woke me up almost instantly.

"Y-yeah, hey Annabeth," I stuttered, blushing. Wait, blushing?

"P-Percy?! But your voice –"

"Broke, I know. Happened last October," I said sheepishly. My voice was a lot deeper now, and it was still weird to hear it coming out from my mouth. Trying to change the subject, I asked"So, why did you call me? Why didn't you just send an Iris message?"

Thankfully, she took it. "Well, I heard your mum had a new boyfriend, so I wasn't sure if he would appreciate it if I sent an Iris message."

I thought back to my previous summer where I had done the exact same thing. "Anyway, he's out with my mum right now, but I'm really glad you called instead."

"Why?"

"Well," I felt really stupid now. I wanted to kick myself for bringing up the subject. "I was still asleep."

There was a silence. I swore I could see her expression on her delicate, pretty features. "Percy, why are you still asleep at one in the afternoon?"

"It's natural for all teenagers, see. All healthy teenagers do it. Anyway, it's spring break."

"Speaking of spring break, my dad had to go to New York for something, so I followed along. So, I wanted to ask you…" Now it was her turn to sound awkward. "You know last summer, where we were supposed to be on a… date? But then it got interrupted?"

"Yeah, only too well." I began reminiscing our summer in the Labyrinth. "Why?"

"See, I was thinking why don't we… pick it up where we left it. You know, have an uninterrupted date to the movies and stuff."

I felt the heat creeping up my face. Stupid, stupid, I thought. It was only Annabeth. So why did I keep blushing?

"Alright," I tried keeping my voice cool and casual, instead of rising an octave like it was threatening to. "So, when are you free?"

"Let's make it… Friday? Where do you want to meet?"

"How about the Central Park zoo? See the penguins?"

"Alright," I heard the smile in her voice, and my heart leapt for some reason. "See you Friday."

"Yeah, see you," there was a click and then all I heard was the dial tone. I put down the receiver and sank into my bed, but I couldn't sleep anymore.

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My clothes were strewn all over the bed. I picked up a shirt and threw it back down in frustration – how did all my clothes manage not to fit me anymore? I knew I had grown, but... this was ridiculous! My jeans still fit, but felt slightly tight. My mom called from outside the door. "Honey, are you ready yet?"

"Not yet Mom," I yelled back. "I outgrew all my shirts, so I don't have anything to wear!"
She walked in, shaking her head. "I thought this might happen… Well, you can borrow this. Paul left it here, and I keep forgetting to pass it to him..." She held up a black, long sleeved shirt with a V-neck.

"Thanks Mom," I took it gratefully, then stopped. "Wait – why did Paul leave it here?"

She turned pink. "Well, he just wanted – a shower."

Then she quickly left.

"Right," I didn't know how to feel, and decided not to dwell on it. I put it on hurriedly, retied my laces, then raced out. My mom was sitting outside on the sofa, waiting for me. She smiled.

"My little boy – all grown up!"

"Mom!" I protested. "It's only Annabeth!"

"But she did call you, didn't she?" My mom smiled knowingly. "And asked you out?"

I felt embarrassed, and decided to changed the subject. "Where's Paul?"

"He wanted to take me out on a date, but when he heard that I needed to bring you to yours he understood."

I felt really bad. "It's okay, you know. I can go there myself."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm already fifteen," I grinned. "It's okay; I can take care of myself. You go on the date with Paul."

She smiled at me. "Thanks, dear. Well then, you better go now. I think you're late."

I glanced at the clock. Oh crap. She was right.

"Bye mom!" I ran out of the apartment.