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Annabeth POV:

It was the next day. Of course my hair was messy and all tangled up. And I thought again of what Leslie said.

Leslie approved. She approved that I could become an architect as well as work with Percy on the Queen Athena project. She helped me wipe my tears on the process…I miss Mom.

Leslie helped me dress up to my uniform. Today I didn't need to go pick berries early in the morning. Mrs. Jones wasn't available, for she was super sick. I stared at the clock. Only seven.

"Leslie, I need to use the kitchen," I said.

"Why? I need to cook your breakfast!" Leslie exclaimed.

"Well…I need to make soup for Mrs. Jones. She's sick! And besides…I can go buy pastries in the village," I said. She finally agreed so, and Leslie went to watch the news. I began boiling the pot with water, and soon added all the ingredients for the chicken noodle soup.

"Annabeth," Leslie said. "That soup smells so good, I want to eat it badly!"

"Want some?" I asked. "I made the portion a bit too big…you can eat some!"

"You sure?" Leslie asked a little uncomfortably.

"Sure," I said. I got a bowl, and scooped some of the soup in it. Leslie ate it heartily, and she was done by the time I put the soup in a thermal container and put it in my basket.

"Delicious," Leslie grinned.

"Good, hope you liked it," I said. And then I went away.

I saw Percy.

"Percy? How do you know where I live?" I shouted out. It was on accident.

"Oh, I asked the mailman. I bought some pastries," Percy grinned.

"Percy!" I said, hugging him. "Thanks."

"You know, you've been holding my hand and hugging me lately. Perhaps you-,"

"Don't start with me," I said. "I do not have any feelings towards you!"

Percy laughed. I pulled away.

"Anyways, what's that you got in there?" he asked, pointing at my basket.

"Mrs. Jones," I said stupidly. "Sorry, a close elderly named Mrs. Jones is sick. So I was going to make some chicken noddle soup for her. Anyways, class is at eight. Why aren't you there?"

"Annabeth," Percy said, "That is why I came here! And just saying, your house is so far away!"

"Wait, what are you talking about? Did Mrs. Sandra have a message-,"

"No school. At least for Grover, you, and I. However, Grover couldn't come because Juniper is sick."

"Oh," I said. "Anyways, let's go!"

And we went away, towards Mrs. Jones house. And once I came in, I fed her the soup. Mrs. Jones grinned. Percy just leaned against the wall while Mrs. Jones and I was talking. Finally, I left. Percy grabbed my hands, and walked casually.

"So," he said, ignoring my expression when he held my hands. "Where's your favorite spot?"

"Here," I said, pulling him towards an up-hill. I dragged him until I saw the huge rock. The huge rock was what I called…my thinking rock. Percy looked at the view, and just saw me in disbelief.

"This is a priceless view," he murmured.

"I know right?" I said. Percy laughed.

"We should hang out here sometime," he said.

"Don't forget the mini rock pile!" I exclaimed.

"What are you talking about-,"

"Here," I said, digging the rich soil with my fingers. Then, I got a rock and threw it down. We heard a huge plop, which the water was. Ripples were emerging.

"This is beautiful," Percy said. "Now, let's get to work!"

And we did. I showed him all my drawings. I saw his. They were wonderful. I took his idea for the crown seating, and he took my idea for the huge portrait of Queen Athena. Or if I had to say it…Mom. We worked on the huge flat rock, and finally, we managed to take a break.

"Queen Athena," he said. "Perhaps, do you have a special connection between her?"

I looked down. I think he noticed that he went through a place in which hurts me a lot.

"Sorry," he said.

"No need. Are you a person who blurts out secrets to everyone?"

"No! That's actually Tyson…he's so truthful in every which way," Percy said.

"Okay," I began. "You may not believe this, but I'm the lost princess. And Queen Athena is my mom."

"What?" Percy said.

"I know, it may sound strange. But you heard me right. Leslie, my guardian, was the head servant of my mother. Mom died, and yeah, Dad remarried. And did you know that Rachel is the princess?" I said in a sad tone. Percy put his shoulders around me.

"Hey," he said. "Then don't like the King. He's bad. He hadn't even done a search party. He just thought you died. After that, he remarried!"

"Yeah," I said. "Sometimes…just sometimes…I want my mom to hug me. The rebels…that tore our family apart…"

"Annabeth," Percy said, looking straight at me. "I was just wondering, if you wanted to…just…hang out here all the time. It would be great. You know, I tell you my personal secrets, and you tell yours. Wouldn't that be great?"

"Yeah," I said. "But…do you believe me?"

"Yeah. No wonder why you were so proper."

"Only with words. I eat like a monster, and I am totally not girly! But I do love studying and architecture…"

"Geek," Percy said, laughing. "You're so obsessed with architecture and studying."

"Hey," I said, defending myself. I was obviously smiling. "I love sports. I play in the archery and sword-fighting games. Don't judge me as a geek."

"You are. You just don't know it. But just saying, I love sports too!" Percy said, getting excited. "I'm not the best at archery. But I'm good at sword-fighting and self-defense."

"Great," I said. "Now I got to beat you in sword-fighting." Percy was laughing, and so was I.

"Want to be friends?" Percy asked.

"Sure," I said. But deep inside, my feelings were different. I don't know why, Annabeth Chase, you are thinking this way. But still…in my heart…I had a different twist. Percy's green eyes, smile, and his personality…is he popular? Rachel seemed to really like him. But Percy's mine…I guess. I don't know what I am feeling right now…do I like him?

Percy hugged me.

"Wise girl," he said. "Let's start on our assignment."

"Seaweed brain!" I said. He just reminded me of a seaweed brain. Maybe it's because of the color of his eyes…

"Wise girl, I get that you called me seaweed brain, but I am not that of a seaweed brain!" Percy complained in a joking way.

"Wow," I said, smiling. "If I call you seaweed brain, then it's final."

"Come on! Can't you get a different nickname other than seaweed brain?"

"Nah, I think I like your nickname the way it sounds. Oh, and thanks for the compliment! Being wise is my thing," I said. He gave me such a warm stare, I stupidly ran away. Annabeth, why? But I was blushing, and a girl needs to keep her cool. And once I arrived home, I was mumbling to myself that I seriously do not have a crush on Percy. Or…do I?

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