Hey, people, I'm back with a new story, although it's a bit short. I know I haven't updated in a while [I think I have issues with that. I'll work on it. Promise.], but I'm going to try harder. Really. This is my late Valentine's Day story, and it is late due to the fact that my computer was acting like a total female dog the last month or two. Anyway, I hope I did good on this and I didn't make anyone too OOC.

Here it is, Where's my Dictionary?

That Seaweed Brain is so ungrateful! The gods know how much trouble I went into just to make those stupid, forsaken brownies. All he did was make a face and asked why Grover got a nice stuffed animal and he got the cookies that had my 'germs' on it!

Why, he's lucky I gave him anything at all, especially after little miss Rachel Elizabeth Dare. That girl was stuck on him like a leech, spending practically every waking moment with him, not caring who saw them! That girl is so small minded, she didn't offer anything to the gods when she ate dinner with us, even when she saw everybody else offering to them! The nerve of her!

And I not only forgave him for not saying or doing anything to stop her, but I also gave him something I made myself, even though I'm not particularly that good at Home Ec. I tried, really tried, to make it taste, smell, and bake perfectly. I wasted most of the kitchen's ingredients making those stupid brownies!

"For your information, Seaweed Brain, it was easier to buy that stuffed animal from the store than waste 18 hours, 28 minutes, and 56 seconds trying and failing to make one good batch of those childish cookies!" I shouted to nobody in particular. I look around and see the grass greener than I've ever seen before, trees slightly swaying with the gentle wind, cherry and plum blossoms along with it. The sky was so blue it made my head spin, and the flowers colorful than a box of 120 crayons.

"Really?" a voice from behind me asked. I gasped as audibly as I can, turning around and facing Percy Jackson for the first time since then. "I just thought you bought those brownies and they got squashed in your pocket." he shrugged.

"Well, that's what I should have done, Seaweed Brain, seeing as how you treated me." I answered, still bitter. I will not forgive him that easily...the labor I went through for those godsforsaken artificially flavored corn syrup based caviticial desert!

"Well, I didn't know you went through 18 hours, 28 minutes and whatever seconds making it! If I did, I would have remembered to give you this." he replied, pulling out a red rose from behind him. I stared at it blankly. "Uh...Annabeth? You still there?" he asked me uncertainly.

"Where do you think I am, Percy?" I sighed.

"Never mind that." he replied, brushing it aside. "Here." he told me, opening my hand and stuffing the rose on it. "I grew it by myself. And protected it from the satyrs, no thanks to Grover." he muttered bitterly, making me chuckle a little bit. I loked at the red rose in my hand, admiring the way the petals contrasted with the yellow pollen and green stem, and how everything about it looked more beautiful than it's supposed to. I mean, I've seen roses before, but I've never really thought about them this much. Maybe because the roses I've seen before weren't tended to by Percy...?

"Thanks, Percy." I whispered, embracing him, but pulling away quickly.

"No, Annabeth." he whispered back, his arms enveloping me. "Thank you."

There are no words that could describe how I felt that moment.

I really will update my other stories, but please be patient!