"You've got to be kidding me!" I said as it started to rain. School had just been let out, and I was holding hands with Percy, walking to his place. We still had ten blocks to go.

"Why, Annabeth, are you scared of a little rain?" Percy said, trying desperately not to laugh.

"No, seaweed Brain. I don't want my books getting wet." That's when he cracked up. And that's about when I started running as well. And when Percy got left behind. By the time he realised I was gone, I was 2 blocks away. So I made it to the apartment first.

When Percy finally got his lazy ass there, I was sitting on the floor reading my book. Not even looking up I said "I win."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Get in here before you freeze." Percy said unlocking the door, and holding it open for me. I got up off the floor, and walked straight into Percy's room and dumped my bag in there. I walked out into the kitchen where Percy was putting the bottle of Cherry Coke away in the fridge after pouring us both a glass. He turned around and saw me standing there, and wrapped his arms around me.

"No, don't," I said. "I'm wet!" Percy started laughing. "No, not that wet. My clothes are wet." I said, realising that I really did have to choose my wording better while talking to an immature 17 year old boy.

"Here," Percy took his shirt off. "Put this on, seeing as you don't have any spare clothes, and I'll put your top in the dryer." As I took off my top, Percy turned away, knowing from experience that it hurt a lot less to look away. How did I hurt him? Don't forget, I know where his Achilles heel is.

I handed him my top, which was normally a sky blue, but was so much darker now that it was wet. He grabbed it and chucked it into the dryer, and walked out of the laundry, into the lounge room and turned on the TV and Playstation as I grabbed my book from my bag. Of course Percy loaded in Call Of Duty. Every boy I know plays that game!

I sat trying to read my book but kept losing my place thanks to my boyfriend, complaining when he died, or cheering when he killed a lot of people.

"Would you shut up? I'm trying to read here!"

"Sorry babe, I'll try not to." And of course he kept cheering. After 5 minutes I couldn't take it any more.

"Seriously, what is it you see in that game?"

"Here, I'll show you." I watched as Percy changed to multi-player mode, and turned on another controller.
"This one's to shoot, this one's to jump, and you move this around to run." I took in what he was saying about the controls, storing it into my computer/brain. The game loaded up and we took off. Our objective was to try and kill the other person, and their minions, but try not to kill the innocent townspeople. Of course I came up with a plan, make my way to the edge of the border and sneak around that way, and try not to get killed.

We were playing for at least 10 minutes before we spotted each other. I looked over the top of a building, and saw Percy on the ground. I took aim with my gun, shot, and missed. Well, sort of. I shot his right-hand man. It was good enough, but it did let Percy know of my current position. I ran around, hiding from sight, to the the other side, using the town's roof's. I took aim, and accidentally found a button Percy had neglected to tell me about. It zoomed in my aim-point, so it was like looking through a sniper barrel. I found Percy, hiding behind a cart. He would've been hidden if I stayed where I was, but because I moved, he was in perfect view. I fired.

"You killed me. YOU KILLED ME! Do NOT tell Nico or Chris about you beating me. You beat me. How did you beat me?" He was rambling. Again. I hate it when he rambles. And me beating him wasn't even that big a deal, he only lost his remaining manhood points. Hehe, can't believe he still has any left. I tuned back in to what he was saying. "I've been playing this game since it came out 4 months ago, and you've been playing for ten minutes, and you beat me!" I decided to shut him up the best way I knew.

I reached up and put my hands behind his neck, pulling him down to my lips. He dropped the Playstation controller and wrapped his hands around my waist, closing the little distance that was left between us. One of my hands intertwined itself in his hair, and my train of thought crashed again. It was still repairing itself from the last time Percy kissed me like this.

We continued on, getting more passionate, until Percy reached to take my shirt off. I manouvered myself to make it easier for him to get off. He already had no top on, so I started tracing the lines on his torso. Percy caressed me and went for my bra, just as we were interrupted by Sally, 7 months pregnant, getting home from the grocer's.

"If you have to, can you move it somewhere else? I'm not in the mood for this today." She said as Percy and I raced to put my top back on."I have been kicked constantly all day, and I just want to sit down with a cup of coffee and watch McDreamy." Sally flicked the kettle on and turned around to face us. She stared at percy, looking kind of confused. I turned my attention to him, and realised he hadn't moved since finding my shirt. He was still topless, which I didn't mind a bit. I stood up and pulled him into his room and sat him on his bed, with him still looking bewildered. I walked out to the kitchen, smoothing my clothes along the way.

"I am so sorry, Sally. We were playing Call of Duty, and we got carried away."

"Playing Call of Duty?"

"I beat him, but that's beside the point."

"Ha, bring that ego of his down a notch, girl. Good one." Sally loaded a disc of Grey's Anatomy into the DVD player.

"You were not meant to see that, I swear." I leant against the kitchen door, and took a sip of the now warm drink Percy had poured for me.

"Just as long as you use protection, we've already got one baby coming, we don't need another one." I spat my drink out.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"You heard."

"We're not… no way, no. Uh uh. We're not, we haven't." I stammered.

"Oh sorry, I just assumed the way you two are always cuddled up or whatever."

"Well, we haven't, and we're not going to for a while. Percy wants to, I don't, not yet anyway. Why am I telling you this? Shut up Annabeth."

"You finished?" Sally looked as if she was trying not to laugh.

"Yeah. Sorry, my brain gets fried when I get embarrassed."

"You know I could've lived without some of that information."

"What exactly did I say?"

"Just to clarify, are you not physically attracted to my son, or are you not ready?" What scared me the most was not what I had said, or what sally said, but that she was completely serious while saying it.

"Oh gods. And I'm not ready yet. Condoms are only effective 98% of the time, and I've seen what you've been going through with your pregnancy, and I'm not ready for that."

"Fair enough, but it's worth it, the morning sickness and the pain from labour. You bring a new person into the world, a person that is half you. It's worth it. I look at Percy, and even though he's just turned 17, I still think 'that's my little boy, the one who once ran through Central Park naked when he was two,"

"Mom!" Percy had emerged from his room at the exact wrong moment. I couldn't help laughing at the mortified look on his face. "How could you say that to Annabeth? How could you say that to my girlfriend?"

"Percy," I said. "I've done stuff like that as well. Remember that game of truth or dare over the summer? Thalia daring me to run through camp butt naked? Practically the same thing, except you were two, I was 17." The look that had been on Percy's face had now been replaced with a goofy smile. "Oh shut up." I hit his arm.

"Now you two go do that somewhere else," Sally said as Percy leant down to kiss me. "And remember what I said, Annabeth. Now go! McSteamy's topless in a minute!" We ran out of there as fast as we could.

A/N: Another chap up! Next chap should be up sooner than this one, I've been really busy, Starting a new PJO story (Ellie Simpson and the Fall for Death, Check it out!), starting my own book, and started dancing again. Plus homework. Gah! Anyway, review and get a preview of the next chap! Xxy Elena!