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Annabeth's P.O.V.

Annabeth steadied herself on her board, while trying to concentrate on Percy. She usually only had one main focus while surfing: the ocean. It didn't act as a distraction for her, only as something she could focus her mind on. When her mind was empty of thoughts, and focused she had a better chance of balancing herself and watching out for waves. The people she competed against only made this challenge difficult for her. They would trash talk, attempt to scare her, and of course, there was the taunting (which really affected her). Annabeth choose to ignore anything that came out of their mouth's. Which earned her the nickname "Muted Wave", which had a double meaning to it. The first reason for the nickname was because she didn't speak, at all, whether if she had to or by choice. The second reason was because she would always sense waves before anyone else. Some would overlook a simple wave, while Annabeth felt it as a powerful wave instead. In result of her strong gut feeling, that rewarded her in pulling up more scores than the others.

Annabeth's mind wandered off to Percy. What was his main focus? What strategies did he use while in the water? Annabeth wouldn't dare to ask Percy, he would suspect she was trying to plan a way to ruin his strategy. Annabeth wasn't like that all. She surfed fair, and square. No tricks, or schemes against other opponents. She rather feel true victory, rather than a victory knowing that she had cheated. What's the point of trying to win when you only turn to cheating in the end? It may not be considered as cheating, but cheating is done in many different forms.

Percy had suggested they moved out into the ocean to talk more specifically about her issue. Annabeth wasn't quite comfortable with confessing her dilemma in the out and open, which was stupid, no one could be spotted on the beach but them. Though, the ocean always had an effect of calmness that soothed Annabeth when she couldn't seem to muster her emotions. She had a strange feeling that the same applied for Percy.

Percy was staring at her, leaning forward on his board, his arms laid out and propped up. His fists were holding the bottom of his chin, balancing his head. The gentle waves rocked them quite fiercely, Annabeth found that to be out of place, the ocean was more wild at nightfall. But Annabeth didn't mind, and by the look on Percy's face he either didn't care or was fine with it. Annabeth's assumption about Percy being well muscled underneath his shirt was correct, he had more muscle than she expected. Staring made it twice as hard for her. But who wouldn't? The guy was like the god of All Things Glorious, only at an impressive age of fifteen.

"So," Percy started off slowly, fiddling with his thumbs while showcasing a curious glance to Annabeth. "So" had to be the perfect conversation starter. "You're making a big deal out of this. We left into the ocean so no one would hear you. In the first place, it's not like anyone would have heard you, no one was on the beach. Another thing to add if they were to hear you they must've had super dog hearing ears because. . ." Annabeth decided to tune Percy out from there, how was she supposed to explain to him if he wouldn't shut up? Annabeth knew better than to rudely interrupt someone, but Percy had that annoying yet an Oh-how-I-so-want-to-spill-all-my-secrets-and-feelings-to-you type of presence. She couldn't find herself muting him some way. If Annabeth acted like her true self she wouldn't have to hesitate to quiet him.

"Um, Percy," Annabeth quietly spoke, hoping her voice was stronger than the loud crashes of the waves. "Are we going to talk about how no one could've heard me, or am I going to tell you?"

Percy looked startled when she began to talk. But when she did, she received a sheepish smile. "Oh, sorry. I just thought you weren't going to talk, 'cause you're really quiet and don't really acknowledge anything. So, uh, my thoughts were wrong I guess." Annabeth's thought lingered curiously as to what type of accent Percy had. He pronounced things in a different way. She had suspected him to have a Hawaiian accent, they were located in Hawaii at the time, only because he had an islander look to him. It was weird for Annabeth to think he looked exotic, his image screamed it.

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "Well, the thing I needed to tell you is. . .T-That I. . .I-I sort of. . ." Annabeth stopped midsentence, and sighed, while looking down at her fingers not trusting herself to look up at Percy. It wasn't really hard to tell, but it was immensely embarassing. And embarassament was something that drove her down. "I can't do this," Annabeth muttered to herself, more than to Percy.

Percy looked up at her, his eyes gleaming with something Annabeth couldn't decipher. "I won't make fun of you, I told you, if it's that serious. I'm not like that. I'll guarantee that to you, if not I'll tell you my most embarassing secret," Percy offered.

Annabeth shook her head, creating a ripple of movement through her damp curls. "It's not serious, it's actually quite ridiculous."

Percy seemed to be fed up with Annabeth's excuses, and began to pout. When he pouted it was a combination between a brief smile, and a frown. It was obvious he couldn't keep a straight face, but despite his failure at pouting, he wouldn't back down until Annabeth budged.

"Fine, alright!" Annabeth huffed, almost silently. "You're sort of the first boy I've ever talked to, much less been near. I-I think I lack some socializing in the boy department."

That came out way more awkwardly than I intended it to be, wow.

It took Percy about five seconds to comprehend what Annabeth had told him until he broke out into a fit of laughter. Annabeth admitted that she enjoyed the sound of his laugh, but he was laughing at her. She hated to be made fun of, even if she didn't do anything about it. Becoming a laughing stock builds up defensive feelings. Annabeth glared at him, while positioning her board back towards the beach. She was going to talk to him once he took this seriously. Annabeth knew many girls struggled like her, but she actually wanted to change her ways. She layed flatly on her board, while cupping her hands through the water pushing herself forward. Percy was so entranced in his laughter he barely noticed Annabeth paddling away from him.

"Hey, wait!" Percy called out, copying Annabeth's position and began paddling. Once he reached near her, he grabbed for her elbow which caused her to tumble her board into the water. Percy sat on his board waiting for Annabeth to resurface, and when she did Percy instantly regretted laughing. Annabeth seemed angered, yet there was a bit of embarassment hidden beneath her eyes. She was techniqually crying, but the water ruined the act, while her eyes explained it all.

"A-Annabeth," Percy stuttered. "I'm sorry. It's just that I woudn't expect someone like you to not have any experience with a guy."

Annabeth hoisted herself back onto her board, sniffling. "What is someone like me?"

Percy's face slowly became a rosy tint, while he gave her a sheepish smile. "Well, you're what guys, like me, would consider cute. I'm not going to lie about that."

Annabeth's eyes widdened, she was utterly baffled. He thought that she was cute? What kind of mixed up game of Scrabble was this?! He hadn't completely admitted, but he technically said it. Annabeth pursed lips, and tried to stop herself from blushing. But, come on, who wouldn't blush at a statement like that?

"R. . .really?" Annabeth managed to question.

Percy was also attempting not to blush, but he conducted a confident nod. "I mean, you're really pretty, no way of denying it. All you need is a self-esteem boost, and you'll be the type of girl many guys find interest in, not that you're not interesting with how you are now." He gave her a cheeky smile, paddling over to her until he was next to her.

"Thank you," Annabeth said quietly, not looking him in his gorgeous hypnotizing green eyes.

"Don't mention it," Percy smirked, nudging her to the slightest.

"Hey, Percy I've got a question," Annabeth suddenly said, trying her best to avoid eye contact.

"Shoot."

"Will you help me?"

"With what?"

"With, uh, understanding boys, and why they do what they do."

Annabeth had never squeaked more than she did then, than she had ever done in her life.

Hope you liked! ~ I'll admit I wanted to type more, but I want to have at least five chapters.

Get ready for some Super-sized McShizzle! xD And don't worry, I didn't forget about Percy's "embarassing" moment.

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