A/N: Uh this was just a random idea that popped into my head yesterday. It may (most likely) be OOC but uh I couldn't make it right and have what I wanted in it. xD Uh and I never said this before but I don't own PJO. But I wish I did. xD Blah, blah, blah, R&R. Thanks. xD

At dinner Percy noticed his food tasted…wrong somehow. It tasted like it had garlic in it. Weird, there was never any in it before. Oh well, whatever.

"Does your food taste kind of funny?" he asked Annabeth, who was sitting across from him.

"A little, why?"

"Never mind."

They ate the rest of their meal in silence. When they went back to his cabin, she resumed her spot in the corner and started reading a book about architecture. S uddenly, Percy stood up and quickly crossed the room to stand in front of Annabeth. He plopped down next to her.

"Hi," he said, stupidly.

"Uh, hi," Annabeth replied putting her book on the ground.

Percy put his hands on either side of her head and brought her lips to his. A moment later Annabeth pushed him away.

"Percy, what…?"

She pulled him close again. She put her hands on his chest. Percy moved his hands around to put them behind her back. He slightly lifted her shirt in the back. She didn't seem to mind.

The blinding sunlight woke Percy up. 'What time is it?' Was his first thought. He noticed Annabeth sleeping in his bed next to him, the blanket clutched close to her chest. He realized he didn't feel his t-shirt as he scratched his shoulder. What the heck? He thought. Oh gods, we didn't…? Great. He thought, seeing the clothes scattered on the floor around the bed.

"Crap," he said quietly.

He hadn't ever felt…that way about Annabeth. The only one he knew that could've made…that happen was…oh gods! Aphrodite! He was so mad he wanted to punch that meddling goddess in the face, but then she'd probably get someone, or something, to kill him. Even though he couldn't be killed, he was afraid.

He looked at his phone. There was a message from Grover:

I seriously should've gotten rid of that empathy link, dude. I didn't need to know what happened in your cabin.

He blushed. Gods, that was embarrassing. For both Percy and Grover. And Annabeth, too, but he didn't plan on telling her Grover knew. He texted him back:

There must've been something in our dinner! Aphrodite must've done it. Gods, I'm so pissed.

In a few minutes he got a reply:

Dude, Aphrodite? Gods, she's definitely out to get you. Just imagine what Athena would think if she ever finds out.

He responded simply:

I'll talk to you at breakfast.

Great! He hadn't thought of Athena! Crap, Aphrodite probably did that so that he would get in more trouble with Athena. Ugh.

At breakfast, Percy waited for Grover. Finally, the satyr showed up!

"Dude, do you really think it was Aphrodite?" he asked.

"Who else would've done it?" he retorted.

"True."

"Do you think she'd tell Athena?"

"Sorry dude, but maybe."

"Great, just great. Athena is gonna kill me."