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Chapter 4

….hmm..Percy's POV:

Thalia set down the bottle on a glass coffee table that we all sat around, criss-cross applesauce.

"Okay. So whoever you spin, you have to kiss. If it's the same gender." Awkward face. "Just. No. Okay? Um, closest person near them that's not a girl." Jason glared at her. "Or a guy..."

She cleared her throat, which kind of sounded like she was hacking up a hairball. But you know. No worries. I looked down at the glass table. I could see my feet. I wiggled my toes. I put my fingers under the table and wiggled them. I was really having a blast until I started making those llama things with my fingers, and Annabeth coughed. I looked up at her and she was giving me this weird kind of look…oh hey. She changed. Now, Annabeth was in a good pair of jeans (or, at least not one covered in chocolate…HEHE long story :p) and a simple pale green shirt. Her hair was in a sloppy bun, but hey, she could still win a beauty contest. She caught me staring, and stared back in her Annabeth-like way that only Annabeth can pull off. Then she blinked.

"Ha." I said, pointing at her.

"What?" Her expression changed from Annabeth-y type stare to 'what the hell is this guy talking about' kind of face.

"You. Blinked." Deadpan. She stuck her tongue out at me. Well then…

"Are you suggesting something?" I wiggled my eyebrows. She wrinkled up her nose and looked around. She spotted an empty can of coke and chucked it at me. I'll admit it. I toppled over. "Annabeth. I'm hurt. I thought we were friends." Dramatic pause. "After everything we've been through! THIS is how you repay me?" I was currently rolling on the ground clutching my heart.

"Oh get up you big baby. We need to start the game," Thalia called from across the table. I sat up and shot Annabeth a look.

2 hours. That, my friends, is approximately how long it takes to play about 3 games of spin the bottle, 4 of apples to apples, 1 of battleship, 2 of twister, and one turn in the closet for seven minutes in heaven. Damn it, they were in there for-flippin ever. Katie and Travis. Ever since they were on top of each other in Twister, paired up for apples to apples, and spinned each other in spin the bottle, they were stuck to each other like glue. Now in the closet, I'm sure that's EXACTLY what they were doing right now. Well, for the past ten minutes, actually. Well, and exchanging spit but…you know.

I'm going to switch to Annabeth's pov now because in case you haven't noticed, I absolutely suck at writing in a guy's point of view. :D

"COME ON GUYS. OPEN THE DAMN DOOR. WHEN YOU GET OUT HERE I'M GONNA KICK YOUR STUPID FUC-," Thalia banged on the closet door in the basement about ten million times, totally and completely oblivious to the fact that everyone didn't really like to get their eardrums busted. Travis swung it open, greeted by an enraged looking Thalia, who looked like she wanted to kill him just as much as she wanted to kill Barbie. Which is a lot of killing hatred, might I add. Travis' hair was kind of tussled…hmm… oh GOSH I wonder what from! Quelle mystery. Katie came out completely flushed and so completely and utterly love-dazed-thing that she ran into a random pole in the middle of the basement. She clutched her head, muttering "ow, ow, ow, ow" as she stepped over us people who were lazily sprawled across the couches and floors. Ya know, chilling, hanging out, whatever the hell we're supposed to do while waiting for two love birds to QUIT MAKING BABIES. Anyways. Thalia got out the two hats, one with the boys names and one with the girls names. She started to slowly inch her hand into one of them, until Travis, being the "big man" he is, stopped her.

"I just spent-" looks at clock "8 and a half minutes in a vair vair VAIR stuffy closet and even though" look " it was quite fun" ohmygiddygod shutup Travis shutup shutup shutup "I really, quite honestly, think we deserve to pick the next people," he huffed. He stood there and crossed his arms. Honestly. We're not in 3rd grade. Thalia huffed off.

"Yeah, fine. Whatever," she muttered, tossing him the hats. Which he managed to catch.

"Ladies first," he said, imitating Effie. (a/n. did anyone see the hunger games movie? Holy crap, its soooo amazing. Like, vair vair vair amazing. But it's sad. (I cried three times) and long (2 and a half hours) so I don't recommend getting a size medium coke, because I guarantee you will have to pee. Like, a lot.) He did some fancy finger work in the hat, making some odd faces here and there. After six million years, he pulled a sheet of paper. "PRIMROSE EVERDEEN," he shouted, silencing the basement and making us all stare at him, while he was standing in his little spot cackling to himself.

"Just tell us the damn name!" said the random-as-eff kid. Well then,

Travis coughed. Multiple times. "Annabeth." Oh, joy. I got up from my makeshift couch of many, many, pillows. On my way up, my arm hit the pole Katie ran into. Damn poll. Standing up next to Travis, I noticed how he was taller than me, which was unfortunate, because I liked to be tall. Ah, well. Travis exchanged hats with Thalia to get the boysies hat. Grabbing a slip of paper, he quickly and speedily (like a cheetah.) unfolded the paper. He glanced at it for quite a long time. It took every ounce of self resistance to not go over there and glance at the most likely chicken scratch handwriting. " Perseus Jackson," Travis boomed out. I breathed out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. At least it was Percy. We would probably just talk in the closet. It wasn't like we haven't been locked in a closet before. Except this time, we were expected to make out. See, that was kind of a "huh" situation. Shrugging, I wheeled around on my heels, and Percy and I headed towards the closet. I reached to open the door, but he beat me to it.

"Aw, fanks Seaweed Brain. Such a gentleman," I laughed and flashed him a smile.

Bowing, he said "Anything for the lady." He closed the door behind us, and tried to look for a light switch. He couldn't find one. "Damn it. The switch is on the outside." I heard a faint clicking sound, signaling that the door was locked and our seven (or more minutes) were beginning. I felt my way to the floor, sitting down. Percy did the same, our knees touching. "Hey," he whispered. I remained silent for a minute.

"Percy."

"Yeah."

"I feel like Harry Potter." Percy laughed. Travis kicked the door.

"You guys aren't supposed to talk!" Travis yelled. I stuck my tongue out at him. Actually, I stuck my tongue out at the door. The effect was lost. Getting mad at a door just really isn't the same. I turned my head to try and see Percy.

"Perc-" I was cut off by his lips touching mine. It was the strangest feeling in the world. Percy was my best friend. Ever since we were eleven and he came to my summer camp, we've been friends ever since. I never imagined kissing him. I always saw him kissing people, in school, outside his door, in Central Park, but I never though of…kissing him. But, I was, and I couldn't change it. I closed my eyes, realizing they were open. He started to lightly touch my hair, and then proceeded to wrap his arms around my neck. I did the same thing. We just sort of sat there, kissing each other. Then he sort of bit my lip and I was thinking oh god, this is amazing. I don't know how long it went on for, but it felt like forever, and I didn't want it to stop. Whatever we were doing was interrupted by Travis. Big surprise. He blew a whistle right outside of the door, causing us to jump back. Travis unlocked the door, and saw us standing, like, four feet apart. He shook his head and mumbled something like "you were supposed to kiss." He looked back at us.

"Your turns done. Fin. Finit. Finis."

"Yeah. Thanks Travis," I breathed. I briskly walked out of the closet, utterly confused. Basically, I had just made out with my best friend. And I really, really, enjoyed it.

Ah, well.

Fuck.

AN: well. This is embarrassing. I am, so utterly sorry I have not updated this. *goes and hides in shame* so this is like three pages on word, so it's a tad bit better than all the other chapters. I'm still trying to figure out all this cray updating time thing, cause I barely have any free time. Like, I'm supposed to be doing homework right now. Anyways, I h0ope you guys like this chappie. I have a MR poll that I created like, 4567 years ago cause I was bored. But, ay. Whatevs. Sooo….yeah. OOH. I have a twitter, so if you want, you can follow me. My things: eva_the_elf or Eva Lin F. aw damn, now you guys all know my name. eh. That's okay. So yeah, follow me, because I have like….7 followers….. awk.

I'll try to update as soon as possible.

R&R 3 all of you.