It was past curfew at Camp Half Blood, and Annabeth was walking around the cabins. Just as she was passing the Poseidon cabin, she heard a not-so-quiet groan coming from her best friend, Percy Jackson.

Being the good friend she is, she barged right on in his cabin, looking for a mythological monster (don't ask). All she found was a very frustrated demi-god tossing and turning on his bed.

"Percy?" she asked.

"...I can't get to sleep. Will you tell me a story?"

"What the Hades?!" she said as thunder rumbled. "Sorry…" she whispered to the sky.

Percy smirked. "Aww. Why won't the ever so beautiful Annabeth tell me a story?" he pouted.

Annabeth, being 13, had not gotten many compliments in her short life, so this little spout made her blush all the way to her hair line.

"I-I never said I wouldn't." she stuttered.

Percy smiled.

"Ok. Once upon a time, there was a mathematical equation. This rather difficult mathematical equation was lost. He didn't know who he was. He went to go ask the old, wise integer."

"What the hell is an integer?"

"Percy, shut up and enjoy the story. Anyway, the old integer explained to him, that by using the procedures of PEMDAS, he could simplify himself and-"

She was cut off by a very loud snore. She looked down to see her Seaweed Brain fast asleep. She smiled to herself.

Quickly, she looked left to right, checking for on-lookers. There were none. She leaned down and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, turned, and ran away.

Little did she know, there was a mischievous Travis Stool hiding behind a tree near the Poseidon cabin. If one looked closely, they may or may not see a camera in his hand.

Annabeth wasn't aware of this. She was to busy jumping up and down on her bed, waking up the whole cabin.