Ok, this chapter still isn't very exciting. Hopefully in my next one something interesting will happen. Either way, I hope you guys like it! Please leave a review if you have time and let me know what you liked/didn't like.

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Chapter Four: Annabeth

Annabeth found herself in a black void of nothingness for a few seconds, before she was transported. She had to sit down on the floor and close her eyes for a count of three before the wooziness went away and she could analyze her surroundings. And when she did, she couldn't believe her eyes. Wow. Just…wow. Her room was amazing. The architecture was gorgeous. High arching ceilings, tall picture windows, lovely grays and whites…she realized her mouth was hanging open and closed it quickly. Bookshelves lined the walls, so high that there was a spiral staircase leading up to another level. She had a whiteboard and a very high-tech looking computer sitting atop a desk. A four poster bed with soft gray sheets sat in the corner and a mannequin stood on a raised platform, currently sporting a comfy looking set of owl pajamas. She couldn't find a dresser or a hamper, so she assumed that her outfits would appear magically on the mannequin and poof away when she took them off. That meant she would be wearing whatever Aphrodite chose for her always. Great. Just great. She remembered that the four of them were supposed to be living in an apartment. But just her room alone was way bigger than any apartment she'd ever seen.

Annabeth had just come to the conclusion that the size of her room must be due to some kind of godly magic when Percy walked in, gazing with wide eyes at the high ceilings. Annabeth ran over to him, her footsteps echoing on the shiny hardwood floor. He looked at her with a sideways grin.

"Wow," he said, "Annabeth, your room is...gigantic."

She laughed, "I know. I have no idea how I'm going to get any sleep in here." He waggled he eyebrows at her, smirking mischievously.

"I know a few ways that I could help…"

"Shut up, seaweed brain." Annabeth aimed a punch at his face, and Percy ducked easily, looking at her with an expression of mock hurt on his face.

"I'm not that bad of a boyfriend, am I?" Her response was muffled as Percy's lips caught hers in a kiss. His lips moved against hers, and she closed her eyes. Annabeth raised her arms to hook around his neck, unconsciously digging her fingers into his tousled hair. She pressed her body up against his, nibbling tentatively on his lower lip. She felt a small groan escape the back of Percy's throat and his arms came up from around where they were on her waist to her back, pressing her even closer to him. Annabeth realized that she was pressed up against one of her many bookshelves and wasn't completely sure how she had gotten there. She didn't care. She wanted more of this, more of him. She heard a small, feminine cough from over by the doorway. Annabeth's eyes snapped open and she and Percy awkwardly stumbled apart. She tried to comb out some of the curls in her hair, and was aware of Percy straightening his wrinkled shirt. She was sure her face was as red as a tomato, but at least their intruder was no less flushed.

Calypso glanced back and forth between the two of them, speechless, before she managed to stammer, "I…um…come to…kitchen. Food." Before she promptly turned on her heel and walked down the hallway at a brisk pace. Annabeth located a brush in one of the drawers of her new desk and quickly combed her hair before she and Percy headed the same way Calypso had gone.

They reached the kitchen, and were surprised to find the table already laid out for them. Leo and Calypso were sitting on one side of the table next to each other. The table was evidently laid out specifically for each person. Each chair was different. Leo's chair had all sorts of gears and things in it, that Annabeth was sure he would spend time after dinner fiddling with. Calypso's was simple but elegant, looking a little bit like a chair you might find outside of a local cafe. The two chairs on the other side of the table were obviously meant for her and Percy. Hers was simple wooden, with a pretty design etched on the back. Percy's was decorated with seashells and coral patterns. They sat in their designated seats. As soon as all four of them were there, food appeared on the table. That night, they appeared to be eating pasta with steamed veggies. They ate in silence. Calypso kept glancing up at her, when she thought Annabeth wasn't looking. Annabeth immediately went on hyper-awareness mode. They hadn't really gotten time to talk at Percy's mom's apartment before Zeus barged in, telling them that they were needed on Olympus once Leo awoke. Annabeth suddenly remembered the curse demons in Tartarus. She shivered, thinking of Calypso's curse. Well, she didn't know for certain it was Calypso's. But honestly, who else? Annabeth's breath hitched.

Was it possible that Calypso still liked Percy? Calypso had seemed totally devoted to Leo so far, but why wouldn't she still be in love with Percy, at least a little bit? Percy was the complete package; sweet, powerful, protective, and certainly not bad looking either, Annabeth mused. The next time Calypso glanced up uncertainly, Annabeth glared right back.

Annabeth woke up feeling better rested then she had in days. Her new bed was so comfortable; she didn't want to ever get out of bed- Which was a bummer, because the self-setting alarm that had appeared on her desk overnight was blaring…and all the way across the room. As she stumbled to her feet and walked over to turn it off, her bed magically remade itself behind her. Annabeth then turned to face her outfit for the day and immediately wanted to sigh in relief. Aphrodite had practically supplied her with dark jeans, possibly a little tighter than Annabeth would have chosen for herself, black boots, and a long shirt that hugged her athletic body. She found a button that was labeled, "hairdo button" and pushed it experimentally. She reached up at felt her head, to find it was tied into a perfect ponytail with simple curls hanging down and framing her face. The button automatically changed to "makeup button" and groaning inwardly, Annabeth pushed it, figuring if she didn't, Aphrodite would curse her with hideous outfits for a month or something like that. Annabeth found a full length mirror leaning against the wall next to her bed, and was relieved to see that Aphrodite had kept Annabeth's makeup to a minimum for today.

She shouldered the pre-packed backpack she had found on the mannequin, and headed for the kitchen, where Percy was already waiting for her. Percy was looking very uncomfortable in ripped jeans and a leather jacket, with his hair tousled just enough to look like he hadn't tried very hard on it and also really attractive at the same time. She eyed him with a smile playing on her lips.

Percy sighed and mumbled something that sure sounded a lot like, "I hate Aphrodite" before pulling a piece of slightly crumpled printer paper out of his back pocket. He showed it to Annabeth. "Have you seen your schedule yet? It should be in your backpack."

"No I haven't," she said, swinging her backpack around and unzipping it, to find that sure enough, a piece of paper that looked like Percy's was sitting amongst the books. She pulled it out and eyed it. Annabeth was going to be taking advanced algebra, English, chemistry, and ancient history. She also was a library assistant, and had an off period near the end of the day. When she and Percy compared their schedules, they found that the two of them had English, ancient history, and off period together. "Now, how are we supposed to be getting to school?" Annabeth wondered aloud.

Percy gave her that lopsided grin she had come to love and said, "It appears that I'm driving us. Come on." He led her to the garage, where they hopped into a black sports car, and they were on their way to the first day of school.