Disclaimer: I don't own PJO

I just wanted Annabeth to explore the world of make-up a little bit, and I could just see Percy wreaking it. Haha! Hope you enjoy :)

Annabeth Chase: hero, architect, child of Athena, survivor of the Labyrinth, owner of Daedalus laptop, girlfriend to Percy Jackson, and completely new to the world of make-up.

It's not like Annabeth ever judged people who wore make-up, it was an improvement for some, to be honest, it's just the fact that she didn't GET it. Why would people smear their own faces with goop? She got enough monster guts in her face to know it wasn't nice. And frankly, who had the time to sit in front of a mirror everyday to make themselves look pretty when they knew they were going to sweat that day and make themselves look worse then before? Not Annabeth.

So why, you may ask, was she in the drug store scowling at the rows of brightly colored products before her? Because in four days, she and her boyfriend, Percy Jackson, were to celebrate their two month anniversary! It was a special occasion because both of them were alive and kicking and had lasted two months together.

Now, Annabeth knew that she was pretty. Not that she was vain, it's just something that happens when your mother is a literal Greek goddess. But she never bragged about the fact, wearing ratty cut-offs, a big camp tee-shirt, hair in a hasty ponytail, and sweat instead of make-up. Also, Annabeth knew that Percy loved her and wouldn't get distracted at the first pretty face that walked by. Knowing him, he'd probably not even notice.

So why did she feel the need to buy make-up? She didn't. She just wanted to feel like a normal teenage girl celebrating her two month anniversary with her boyfriend. And it couldn't hurt to see what Percy thought too.

With a deep breath Annabeth handed the money over the counter and grabbed the bag full of stuff. The cashier, an old woman, smiled at her kindly.

"Good luck!" She said with a wink.

Annabeth managed to smile bravely back. "Thanks... I'll need it."

Annabeth walked home in deep thought. Was this really a good idea? She asked herself. But she tossed her head, she had made the decision and she was going through with it.

The key jingled in the lock and the door swung open. Even though she was barely 16 she had her very own apartment. Athena deemed her worthy and convinced the other gods to buy it for her so that they young architect could be close to her work.

It was small, but it had been painted pretty silver and yellow and it was free. So Annabeth loved it.

The bag of goods spilled out on the kitchen counter. Annabeth looked at it to review what she had bought. It was nothing too fancy, just some blush, blush brush, lipstick, mascara, eyeliner and make-up remover... just in case.

The blush and blush brush were picked up first. Annabeth trotted to the bathroom and sat down on her stool in front of the mirror. She dipped the brush into the fine, red dust and applied it to her cheeks. When she had finished she looked carefully at herself. She didn't look THAT much different.

Eyeliner next. Now this one took a bit more time and effort. Annabeth couldn't help but mutter a curse as she wiped off the third try. She glared at the little black pencil.

"You get one more chance and then I'm throwing you out." She said out loud to it. With a steady hand she pulled her eyelid back a little bit and drew a small, thin line across it. She blinked as her eye went back to normal and looked in the mirror, satisfied.

"Not bad, if I do say so myself." Annabeth tried the second eye and smiled at her reflection. Her already startling eyes stood out even more, and due to the small amount, she didn't look scary, like her friend Thalia was prone to do.

Next the mascara was picked up. The lid was screwed off and the brush and brought up to be examined. Annabeth shrugged, everyone else wore it so it can't be too bad, right?

Annabeth opened up her eye wide and brushed the mascara on her eyelash. Instinct made her jump back and blink before she had done anything. With a deep breath Annabeth steeled her nerves and tried again. She succeed this time, except for the small marks she got underneath her eyebrow, but that was easily dealt with. She wasn't done yet and the next eye proved to be a challenge. Right as Annabeth was about to finish, her oh-so-steady hand twitched and the mascara brush poked her in the eye.

Annabeth jumped back, cursing, swearing and covering her eye. She sat with her back to the bathtub for a moment while her eye watered and throbbed. After a moment she got back up and very carefully whipped the mascara out of her eye. It was red and bloodshot now.

With a disgusted snort Annabeth decided that she had had enough practicing for today and with a warm cloth, wiped it all off.

Stay tuned for part two! Thanks for reading :)