Disclaimer (I keep forgetting to do these): I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE "PERCY JACKSON & THE OLYMPIANS" CHARACTERS.

Author's Note (I know. This is going to, pretty much, be a habit.): Well. Its been a bit, hasn't it? ;D For all you out there who asked, this is ONE OF A KIND. :P I don't like weird, unorginals. I know the whole sister thing wasn't cool but, as I said to a certain someone, it's just for a reason that Percy runs away. You'll see. They go to great places, and have great fun, but its all fluff. I have a subplot thing, but nothing to big. Just fluffiness everywhere and then a happily little after. But thats far away. Right now, they're heading for their first destination. LMAO. You'll like this chapter. It's loooong.

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Annabeth's POV:

A road trip. A road trip. Me and Percy were going on a road trip. Alone.

If this was so wrong...why did it feel so good? Why was I so excited at the thought of ditching school, ditching New York, ditching everything (only for a while though) with Percy?

I make myself very sick sometimes.

"So," said Percy, rolling down his window, letting the wind pull at his hair, pushing a bit into his eyes, making him look...absurdly beautiful. The way the sun made his jet black hair sparkle, the way his sea-green eyes glittered with easiness and...joy. I think. It was this thing. It was only ever in Percy's eyes, something that made me lock my gaze with his whenever our eyes met.

I really was in love with him. Oh, well. At least I got to spend a few weeks on the road with him.

"So, yourself," I said, smiling.

He grinned knowingly. He obviously got the message that I was with the idea. At first I was shocked. Totally appalled. But later...later I felt, hey. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea for a Seaweed Brain.

"You know," he started, "I don't know where we're going. So...where do you think we should go?"

"Oh," I said, thinking. I'd always liked mountains. But Percy loved beaches...and the only two beaches I could stand were the Camp Half-blood one and...

"Oh! How about the North Carolina beach? I love that place. Black water, grass, ugly sand."

He chuckled. "Sure," he said, rolling his eyes, "Ugly sand here we come."

And for a while, we sat in silence. Silence with Percy was nice. Calming. It wasn't pressured or dense like most silences with other people. It wasn't awkward or even a tiny bit rude. Just...soothing. Sweet. Lovely.

And I decided, in this silence, that I would let myself go on this trip. Let me think my sick, sick thoughts about Percy and, hopefully, by the end of the trip, I'd be clean. Ventilated.

So, right now, I was marvelling at the sheer sexiness he had as he slipped on his Ray Bans. With this slender, rolling muscles; I could just rape him right there.

Wow. I guess I had been holding in a lot of excess horomone, because right now, I'm feeling seriously horny.

But just look at him. Percy's short sleeved shirt was working for him...a bit too much. It gave me a hint of his not-TOO defined abs, his shaped arms. I wanted him to stop the Hummer and just take me into his lap and...

Lost in my own little fantasy, I barely heard him when he said; "Well, Wise Girl," he sighed, looking at the tank levels, "Looks like this baby needs some milk."

"You're very sad, you know that?"

"Oh," he said, feigning surprise, "Well, no. You've only said three times before."

I laughed loudly. A wide smile spreading across my face. I stared out the window and saw the best sign in the world.

You are now leaving New York.

Percy's POV:

She was so beautiful.

And I was such a pervert.

My best friend. I was thinking like this about my best friend. Sickening, right?

But, there she was now, her red blazer thrown back, her tie losened, first few buttons of her shirt undone, hair fantasically messy. I could feel my want to lean over and take her all in, blazing. Literally.

But, that aside. The setting sun hit her face on an angle, making her grey eyes glitter in the sunlight. Her tanned skin was glowing, from the inside out, with pure delight. She was just as happy about this trip as me.

We were chattering right now. About her school. About camp. About this and that. I could go on for hours, just talking with Annabeth. She was the one who could make me calm when I got angry, laugh when I was sad, angry for the stupidest reason. There was just so much...comfort with her.

And I was glad we were going toegther. Just her and me. Right now we were only our way to North Carolina to see a spot Annabeth told me that she visited with her school a few weeks ago. Right now, we were passing through a forest-y town in the middle of Pennsylvania.

"So, my friend Ally," she said, "She likes you."

This caught my attention. "Huh?" I said. I have an uncanny way of always saying the smartest things when girls start saying things like that around me. Especially if the girl is sitting with her knees on the dash, slid over, giving me a painfully full view of her long, delicious legs. How much did I want them wrapped around me?

A lot. A lot a lot.

"Ally Beckham," she continued, glancing at me like this piece of information couldn't bother her any less. Which obviously meant it bothered her. A lot. "She. Likes. You."

I grinned. Raising an eyebrow I asked; "And why does that bug you?"

I admired the way her cheeks and the tip of her nose turned scarlet, dripping with embarrassment. "I am not bugged. I could care less who liked you."

I decided to let it go, but kept on grinning. I guess Annabeth really didn't like that, since she punched me, hard, in the arm. I yelped as her fist connected with my arm. She was, as I knew way too well, really strong.

"Thanks, Wise Girl," I muttered, "Way to take a joke."

'Why you're very welcome, Seaweed Brain," she winked smiling with fake brightness. "Anytime."

I let a smile twitch, trying to force its way onto my lips until i finally gave in, laughing.

At then, at that very moment, the car broke down.

First there was a crackle, then a lurch, then we stopped, then a grunting from the engine, then a curse from me. "Oh, man," I said. This was so not cool. I did not know how to fix cars. We'd have to walk to the nearest town, which we passed about 10 minutes ago and we'd been driving at 120 kilo since.

I looked at Annabeth, who was trying not to laugh. "What's so funny?" I asked. "Getting stuck in the middle of the forest without a working car?"

She laughed at this, lightly, but soon said, "No, Percy. What's so funny is that this car has never, ever broken down since the War and now, a year later, it breaks down in the middle of the forest. Coincidence. Its amusing."

I grumbled and muttered a long line of mutters; mostly about how not amusing being eaten by wolves is.

As i grumbled my way out, I suddenly found myself in the middle of a forest.

Seriously. One second, I was getting out of the SUV, the next, I was in the middle of a dark, shimmering forest with leaves of red, orange and brown. At the back of my head, I was thinking of how beautiful the place really was.

I looked around and saw that the leaves were partially on the ground, partially still on tree. The soft wind was whistling and cozy grassy paths were cut out. The gray-white trunks of the Paper Birch trees collided perfectly with the oranges, greens and reds of the leaves. It was like someone had created a forest based on a Autumn postcard.

"W-what just happened?" Annabeth stuttered out.

"I...I dunno," I said, "But I know who's involved.

Obviously. There's only one type of person who can zap you to places.

She waited, both eyebrows raised. "Gods," I said shortly.

I saw her face shift into understanding then into bitterness. "I hate it when hey do that," she said.

"No duh. No one likes being zapped around, Annabeth."

She turned from me and started analyzing the landscape. "The trees are birch, probably Paper Birch, so were probably still in Pennsylvania."

"Joy," I said rolling my eyes. "But there's a lot of Pennsylvaina."

"Oh, come on," she said. "You can't seriously think the gods wouldn't do anything."

"I knew that, but seriously. I thought it'd be something like me being scolded by Dad or something."

"Well, its stupid to presume!"

"We're not having an argument. Right now? No way. Please be quiet."

"No! Don't tell me what to do!"

She was so stupid sometimes.

Annabeth's POV:

He was so stupid sometimes.

Really. I don't understand why he spontaneously decides to talk like that to me. It's rude. But I decided to let it go for now. Right now, I wanted to know what was going on.

As we walked and argued, Percy tripped on something, falling flat on his face. I had to twist my lips in various ways to keep from blurting out laughing. Being cool as ever, all I said was; "Learn to walk."

I was about to keep walking forward, but I stopped. On the floor I saw a thing. The same Percy'd tripped on.

It was a fancy wine bottle, with a little fold-y note attached just below the bottle top. The note was written in fancy Ancient Greek, kind of the the cursive of Ancient Greek. It said:

Peter and Annibella;

This is from me (Mr. D) because the gods asked me to give it to you. Its some good wine, so enjoy. Hope your having fun on that "trip". Peter's mom and step dad are looking deadly.

Mr. D.

PS. Go straight from here. There's a tent set up for you two. Don't ask questions. Your dad picked this place for you because he loves it.

"Well, wasn't that informative," I said. "Looks like it was the gods."

Percy grunted, "Knew it from the beginning."

I rolled my eyes and held out a hand, pulling him up. He brushed the dirt off his knees and looked up at me.

Moments like this are what I live for. His eyes were so perfect and his hair messy. His skin was flawless, the light perfect on his body. His nose,, mouth, whole face shaped perfect. Sharp angles. And the moment our eyes latched toegther (as usual) I could feel a course of heat pass through me, making me shiver.

Percy was gorgeous. It was true.

And the fact that he didn't know it, I could see that in his eyes, too, made it even better. I wanted to reach over and push him onto the ground, climb on top of him and fuck him to no end.

Oh gods. I didn't just think that.

But it wouldn't happen. Because I wasn't like that. So, ignoring my female urges, I started walking straight ahead, my cheeks heated.

And soon enough, I reached the prettiest place on earth.

It was on the edge of what i thought was a cliff. God knows where we were, because I don't think Pennsylvania has cliffs. The jagged cliffs and mountains around us made the view of the spreading forest of green, red and orange perfect. The rocks were all tan in colors, and a little away, in full view, I could see a navy-blue lake, shimmering under the setting sun.

But what i loved the most was the sky. The soft shades of pink and oranges blended, the horizon lined with deep plum. I loved every bit. I would never forget even one bit.

"It so..." I said, my mouth hanging open, in a daze from the sheer beauty of the view, "Beautiful."

Understatment.

"Yeah...it's like...perfect. Cut out, ragged, yet perfect."

Sometimes Percy said the stupidest things. Sometimes he says the sillest. But that? That was the most perfect.

Which is why I threw my arms around him the next second. And to say he was shocked is a very, very big understatement. The boy looked like he was seeing another Titan.

But after the initial shock, he wrapped his arms around me and I got to feel his long, muscled arms fold me in. And I loved every minute, but it had to stop. It wasn't right. Our parents were probably watching.

And, then, I saw a problem. The only problem in the whole area. Next to the small bonfire, there was the tent.

And by "the tent", I mean one. Looks like I hadn't paid too much attention to the note's exact wording.

This was going to be a long night.

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Author's Note: Well, I liked this chapter. I was inspired to write it because I went my first camping trip was to this forest with birch trees and from there I just made it more...novel-esque. Please, please, please review! I promise, I'll love you forever for it!

PS. This place is only the first of many to come...and the end is hilarious. And, yes, that means I have the entire fan-fic planned out. Kinda.