Hey, I've decided to write a percabeth story. I'm still fairly new to fanfiction, so excuse my bad grammar. (I haven't gotten a beta reader yet but I do proofread.)

This takes place before The Last Olympian and after The Battle of the Labyrinth.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pjo.

Third Person

Percy threw another rock into the lake, and watched as it sunk.

To a bystander, he would've looked depressed. And he was.

Camp had started a week ago, and Annabeth's been avoiding him a lot lately. Whenever he invited her to hang out with Grover and himself, she'd just politely refuse or say she had to go do laundry, even though everyone knew that the laundry at CHB was done magically. She never had been a good liar.

Percy had tried not to look hurt whenever she came up with excuses. Now here he was, silently moping and not having enough guts to ask Annabeth straightforward 'what's wrong?'.

He heard steps from behind him, and turned around to see Grover.

"What's wrong?" Grover asked. Percy sighed inwardly.

'Way to get right to the point,' He thought.

Outwardly, he shrugged.

"Don't give me that," He took a seat beside Percy,"There's something obviously wrong with you."

Percy stayed silent and watched as Grover picked up a rock, threw it, and smiled as it skipped four times over the lake. That was what Percy had been trying to do all day.

After a far too stretched silence, Percy decided to speak up.

"It's Annabeth."

"No duh. I figured that part out, but what about her?"

Another far too stretched silence later,

"She's been avoiding me."

Grover stroked his almost nonexistent goatee in a thinking pose before smirking.

"That's all?" Grover asked.

Percy sent him a questioning glance.

"That's why you've been moping around all day?" He asked again.

Percy looked away, "It's really bothering me. All through this week, she's been acting like we're complete strangers."

"Percy," Grover sighed, "She's a girl."

After an uncomfortably awkward silence later, Percy scrunched up his face.

"I think I've got that covered."

Grover chuckled and shook his head.

"You should've predicted it."

"Predicted what?"

Percy was now thoroughly confused.

"You mean you didn't know?" Grover asked.

Percy shook his head slowly.

Grover sighed, but not in a frustrated way. More like in a 'Oh my Greek gods, he really is a seaweed brain' way.

"Like I said, Annabeth is a girl." He paused."She's bound to hang out with girls a lot more than boys."

"Wait, so you're saying..."

"She's growing up. She's not the same twelve year old tomboy that you used to know."

Percy refused to believe it. "I don't believe you."

Grover just shrugged.

"Then follow me."

Grover stood up and headed towards the Aphrodite cabin. Percy hesitated, and then went after him.

As the smell of perfume got closer, the two boys covered their nose with their shirts.

"Why are we here?" Percy asked, his voice nasally.

"You'll see."

Grover led the way as they crept toward the open window. He crouched and watched the campers through the windows before gesturing for Percy to come over. Percy crouched right beside him and saw a sight he would never forget.

Annabeth was in there. Doing her nails. While Silena put makeup on her.

The rest of the campers were spraying perfume on her and going through dresses. Percy couldn't stand it anymore. He went over to the door and went over his dramatic entrance in his head.

Annabeth watched as the door swung open to reveal a shocked Percy. Annabeth's expression was unreadable.

"Annabeth, what are you..." He trailed off.

"Just doing my nails." She answered calmly refusing to meet his eyes.

Grover yanked him by the shirt, and dragged him back outside.

He was going to say told you so, but the hurt expression on Percy's face made him hesitate.

"Annabeth is gone," He whispered to himself," She's just another Aphrodite camper now."

Thanks for reading and review if you like. I really didn't know to end it so. Just so you know, this is probably not a one shot.