Hey guys, I'm back :P
Impressive? Yeah yeah.

K I knew you guys would like a continuation of the last chapter or something like that but I can't think of a good enough idea yet so as soon as I do, I'll write one. I got so many ideas of what to write but only like a general idea, not enough to actually write something.

So here's a cute little one-shot I've had stuck in my mind for quite a while now.

Let's place this around...hmmm how about junior year? So Annabeth and Brooke have been roommates going on two years, are friends and Brooke has met Percy. Yeah that works. K so it's like mid-junior year. Let's go with that.

Disclaimer: So another one of these...I do not own anything that actually exists in this world already.

Laugh a little, smile a little, find it retarded if you want, but please, enjoy!


~The Perfect Guy List~

"Why. Am. I. So. Freaking. Stupid!"

Every word was punctuated with another head bang to the table.

"And why exactly is that Miss Smarty Pants?"

Annabeth raised her head from the table to lightly glare at her roommate/friend/Brooke, who was at that moment halfway under her bed looking for something, so she didn't see the look Annabeth was giving her.

"What are you looking for anyway?"

"This book from when I was younger, I was talking…." Brooke cut off for a bit here and started backing out for under the bed, not knowing how funny she looked, bum in the air and slowly wiggling backwards while making high-pitched grunting noises.

Annabeth stifled a giggle, until Brooke had managed to get out from under her bed and had sat cross-legged on the floor, then she started laughing so hard she snorted once or twice.

"….to….what's so funny? Did you just snort?"

"You...looked…so….ridiculous!" Annabeth told her in between laughs. Brooke didn't say anything, just gave Annabeth a pointed look and let her calm down before continuing about why she was looking for the book.

"So I was talking to Melly, you know from biology and I can totally tell you are not at all interested so I'll just stop now."

"No, no continue. I'm interested." Annabeth really did try so sit up straight and look interested.

"Really Chase? You got that glazed look. So I'll just drop it and try something else…Why you so stupid?"

Annabeth went back to working out her math problems. "Here's the thing, Che-"

"OH MY FREAKING GOD!" Brooke abruptly cut Annabeth off, squealing like a crazy teenaged fangirl who was meeting Justin Bieber for the first time.

Annabeth jumped out of her seat and her hand went straight to her thigh without even thinking, exactly over where her dagger was strapped under her school skirt for emergencies, before quickly realizing there was no danger and relaxing before Brooke even noticed the strange behaviour.

"What! Why the hade-hell did you scream loud enough to almost give me a heart attack!" Annabeth looked down at Brooke, fists clenched at her sides.

Brooke stood up and thrust a piece of paper in Annabeth's face. "Look at this! Look at what I found!"

Annabeth took one step back and took the piece of paper from Brooke, who was alternating between quietly squealing and giggling.

"My Perfect Guy," Annabeth read, "your perfect guy? You actually wrote one of these lists?"

"Well of course! Didn't everyone when they were younger?"

"I didn't!"

Brooke gave her a small smile but didn't say anything so Annabeth ignored the smile and continued reading.

"Number one, he is over six foot tall. Number two, he has a British accent, number three...really Brooke? Really? He knows all of Blue's songs and will go with you to a concert of theirs when they come to the States," Annabeth looked at Brooke and raised an eyebrow.

"So shoot me for having a little crush on Blue. I was like ten okay? Plus you're one to talk. "If I could create my perfect man he would be...".Ah ha?"

Annabeth was scared Brooke had gone crazy, which would explain the look Annabeth gave her at that precise moment.

Brooke stared back at her, "Don't look at me like that! You know exactly what I'm talking about."

That settled it, Brooke had gone mad. "No I really don't. But go ahead, explain."

Brooke struck a pose, hands on her hips and smirked at Annabeth, "You didn't exactly write a list, more of a prose, but it stated exactly what your perfect guy was."

Annabeth's eyes widened as she realised what Brooke was referring too. "You've read my journals! Wha...whe...How did you find them?" she stuttered.

"I was looking for a text book of yours when I stumbled across them. And sorry I was curious, I mean big bold letters saying 'Annabeth's Private Journal, Don't Read' is basically inviting someone to open it..."

Annabeth didn't say anything, she just stood still, a little pale, and hoped Brooke hadn't read much. What those journals had written in them, about camp and quests and Luke and...and...and Percy! She couldn't simply explain stuff like that to Brooke.

"...though it's not like I could read most of it, seeing as most of it was in Greek but the few entries that weren't were kinda interesting," Annabeth quietly let out the breath she had been holding, "and you most definitely thought about your perfect guy."

Now that Annabeth had stopped stressing about Brooke having found out her "little secret" she really didn't care her journals had been read.

Instead she blushed slightly, "Admittedly I may have written something like that. Once upon a time. But I was young!"

"According to the date you must have been about twelve or thirteen, not that young!"

"Really?" Annabeth was surprised that she had actually been that old. Then again that was around about the time of the whole Luke/Percy fiasco/thing/whatever it was.

While Annabeth was in her reverie Brooke had gotten a pad of paper, a pen, said journal and was once again sitting on the floor.

"If you done thinking over this whole age thing how about you come join me on the floor and we make a list."

Annabeth walked over and sat down next to her, "I thought I already had a list."

Brooke rolled her eyes, "For a smart person you're rather dumb most of the time. You more or less mentioned what you wanted, so we going to make that a list..."

"The catch being?"

Brooke smiled, "The catch being that we going to see how Percy checks off on your list."

"What! NO! No we're not doing that!"

She smirked, "Too late, I've already started."

While Brooke wrote out "my" list using the journals for reference, Annabeth sat there trying not to freak out to much...well actually she was trying to not start her own list in her head of why she was friends with certain people.

"Done!" Brooke finally announced, laying the list on the floor in between them along with Annabeth's picture of her and Percy she keeps on her bedside table.

"So this is how it'll work, I'll read the attribute and you'll tell me if Percy has it or not. I'll be contributing of course, having met your very hot boyfriend. So," Brooke changed her voice, lowering it and making her sound like she was that presenter, Anne Robinson, from 'The Weakest Link', "let's begin."

Annabeth laughed.

"So first thing, your perfect man is tall, taller than you by at least a head."

Once again Annabeth laughed, "You know how long it was before Percy finally grew to be taller than me. For the first three months of our relationship he was my height. He was tiny when I met him!"

"So he is taller than you, and I'd say by three inches or so at least. Next, he has blue eyes and blonde hair."

Annabeth rolled her eyes, she had such a bad crush at that stage, "We both know the answer. And I prefer Percy's eyes. Next."

"He is as smart as me and wants to be a doctor."

"I think the last thing Percy wants to be is a doctor. And he is smart...in his own way." Brooke laughed a little at that.

"He knows how to be serious and knows that I'm always right."

"Percy's laidback, easy going and won't admit to me being right even when he knows I am."

"We will never argue. We will never fight."

"Must have been dreaming if I thought that would ever happen."

"I'll answer that one then, you guys fight like cat and dog sometimes. It's almost as if you're total opposites at times and the same at others. Anyway next one, your perfect guy..."

And thus it carried on, Brooke reading one of Annabeth's requirements and having barely any of them apply to Percy.

"Ok I get it!" Annabeth had had enough by that time, "Percy is not my "perfect guy" but so what, I was young when I wrote that, I barely knew him then." She then buried her head in her hands.

"See that's the point! Your perfect guy is first of all not real and second of all, almost the exact opposite to Percy. But somehow Percy is still perfect for you and it doesn't matter that he barely checks off on your list!"

Annabeth removed her hands from her face and looked at Brooke in the eyes, before smiling slightly. "He is perfect isn't he?"

Brooke face broke into a big smile, so big it was almost creepy. "You've found your perfect man and he isn't perfect! Oh it's just so cute!"

Annabeth got up and did a small dance and after laughing at her a little, Brooke got up and joined her. The girls started chanting, "Percy's not perfect but he's perfect!"

They carried on like this, acting a little childish until someone knocked on their door. Both immediately stopped and tried to look composed, before looking at each other and started laughing again.

Brooke, still laughing, went to open the door. Outside stood one of the girls whose room was two doors down, Vanessa. Vanessa also didn't exactly like Annabeth or Brooke. She was one of Cheryl's friends.

"Can you guys, maybe, I dunno, act normal?"

"And why should we?" Annabeth asked, hands on her hips.

Vanessa scoffed, "Oh aren't we clever. "Percy's not perfect but he's perfect". Puh-lease how dumb can you guys get."

"Cool story Vanessa, but we gotta go. Bye now," Brooke smiled at her sweetly and closed the door.

"Urg! You guys are so weird!" She yelled at them through the door before stomping away.

Annabeth high fived Brooke, "Go Brooke. That was impressive."

Brooke tossed her hair over her shoulder, "Well I am brilliant."

The girls started laughing again until Brooke suddenly stopped and picked up the paper with the list off the floor. She looked at Annabeth, then at the paper and then back at Annabeth again, smiling.

"Guess what the last requirement on your list is." Brooke told Annabeth, still smiling.

Annabeth just shrugged.

"My perfect guy must love me and I must love him back."

Annabeth started smiling too. "Now why wasn't that the first requirement?"


So how was it? A cute, little, random bit of rubbish right?
Did any of you write a perfect guy list?

Anyways...yeah that's it
Review please, it makes me smile

I'm out peeps!