Hey guys! This is my new Percabeth story. Hope you like it!

I was just about to close up at the Half Blood Diner when a customer walked in. I tiredly jotted down his order, not bothering to look up. Returning with his meal, my foot caught on a loose board. Unfortunately the customer had been standing right near the door as I tripped. The food slid off the tray, splattering onto me and my unlucky companion. I tried to catch myself, but as off-balance as I was, I fell. It would have been a face-plant if I hadn't been intercepted. The mystery man caught me. Looking up, the first thing I noticed were the eyes. Before, I had the natural thought of ocean=blue. However, his eyes completely changed my perspective. They were an intense sea green shade. His mop of unruly, jet-black hair was tousled perfectly. And God, I could feel his six pack through his shirt. A car alarm sounded outside, breaking me free from my momentary daze. I realized that had both been staring at each other for a good ten minutes. I blushed, untangling myself from his arms.

"Gods, I am so sorry," I profoundly apologized.

"It's not your fault, you didn't loosen the screws on the floorboard," he replied with a kind face and a small smile.

"Well, I'm still sorry. I got food all over you! Can you at least let me clean it up a bit?" He nodded. I stepped back to let him take off his shirt, and instantly recognized him. He was Percy Jackson, The most valuable player on Goode High's football team. My breath hitched as I took the shirt from him. Trying not to stare at his six pack, I wandered into the "rec room" (if you could call it that). The room had a rugged green couch and a small card table. On the opposite wall stood a washer and dryer. Throwing the article of clothing in and pushing start, I speed walked out of the room. When I got back, an awkward silence occurred. It was sometimes disrupted by Percy scratching his neck or me breathing through my partially stuffed up nose.

"I- uh-" I stuttered, losing the nerve. He smiled and stuck out his hand.

"I'm-"

"Percy Jackson," I cut him off,"I know. I go to your school.

He looked taken aback,"You do?"

"Yes, Seaweed Brain. I'm in four of your classes."

"You are?" After a moment, he quickly added "Why'd you call me Seaweed Brain?"

"Well for one thing, you act like you have a head full of kelp. And second, your eyes are sea green," I stated, matter of factly. He smirked , and I ofrealized what I had said. I ducked my head as a blush crept up my cheeks.

"So you've been looking at my eyes long enough to identify their specific shade of green?"

I glanced up and noticed a mischievous glint in his eyes. I ducked my head again as I felt my blush grow.

"No! Well...maybe...ok yes, yes I was."

His smirk became an arrogant smile. We were interrupted, yet again, by the beeping of the washing machine. I gave him a small smile and headed to the back. Pulling the wet shirt out of the dryer, I had an idea. Now I was the one with the mischievous smile.

I returned about ten minutes later with a dry shirt. After slipping it over his head, he complained with a hearty,"What took you so long."

" I had to dry it too."

"Thanks, by the way," Percy scratched the beach of his neck,

"For what?"

"For washing and drying my shirt even though it wasn't your fault." He wrapped me in a hug. I tensed up at first, but then laid my head on his chest. He weirdly smelled like sea salt and chocolate chip cookies. After we broke apart, he handed me $12 for the food and left. I smiled at his retreating figure, reading the bedazzled words,"Stop being such a Seaweed Brain -Annabeth.

I got back to work, ignoring what had just happened. I thought Percy Jackson would never notice or talk to me again. Boy, it's comedic to see how wrong I was.