I ran out the door, grabbing the cookies and flowers that were on the countertop on my way out, "Bye, Mom! Love you!" And then I jogged next door. I rang the door bell, some more of that twinkie twinkie guy or whatever played. The door opened and there stood the girl, in her frilly froo froo dress with a bright smile on her face. And then she saw me, and her face fell. "Oh, hey," she muttered. "You're not Luke."

An awkward silence passed. Was Luke her boyfriend or something? Did she dress up like this for him? Does he even know the real… the real this girl? "Sorry. You know, about earlier." I said. I brought my hand out of my pocket and stuck it out suddenly and she flinched, crossing her arms over her chest. Sh probably thought I was reaching for her… womanly parts. Great. "Um, I'm Percy Jackson." She nodded, "Hey, Pervy Jackson." I mentally face palmed. "No, no, uh, it's Percy." She raised an eyebrow. "I know. You're point?" I opened my mouth then closed it. "Nothing. Can we just start over?" I didn't bother waiting for a reply. "Hey, I'm Perseus Jackson, but I'd rather be called Pervy for short, because I'm just known to accidentally catch a girl topless dancing to twinkie music."

She actually laughed a little. "I'm Annabeth Chase, and no, I would not like to be called Annie or Beth for short. I hate listening to classical music, but love when guys see me dancing topless to it." She shrugged. "My parents tell me I should get out more often." We both laughed. "Look, I really am sorry about the whole… Pervy thing." She shrugged, "It's fine. As long as you don't make it a regular thing." She raised an eyebrow again, "I assume it won't be a regular thing?" I grinned, "Nah, but I hope that us dancing to classical music can become a regular thing from now on."

We laughed again. "Here!" I blurted, shoving the basket of the blue cookies toward her, she flinched back but immediately leaned back in to smell the cookies. "Why are they blue?" I laughed nervously, "It's a tradition between me and my mom. She nodded, leaning in again and inhaling. "Smells delicious." I nodded, hoping she'd offer me one. "You want one?" She asked right on cue, but, when I looked at her, I realized I'd much rather let her eat the cookies. "Nah, my mom makes them all the time. You can come over whenever you want some, ya know?" She nodded, taking a bite out of the cookie, "I'd like that. And you can come over anytime to dance to… twinkie music..? with me…" She frowned as she tried to recall my earlier words. "The classical composer dude who wrote twinkie twinkie or whatever. Oh, I meant twinkle twinkle." I mentally slapped myself.

She laughed again, and it sounded so melodious (I know, big word for me) and angelic, I figured I'd rather dance to that than any twinkie song.