This chapter is very... awkward. I felt strange writing it, but I thought it was something that needed to be addressed.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO

Annabeth's POV

"Gross," I muttered as I kicked a pair of Percy's boxers to the side. Why did he have to have such a messy bedroom? It looked like a pigsty! "Hey, Mom, do we have any plastic gloves?" I called out. I think I was getting used to calling her that. What I wasn't used to, or never would be, was the fact that every time I talked, Percy's voice ended up saying what I had wanted to. Trust me, it's the weirdest thing ever.

"Um, I think so," she called back. "Why?" I ignored her question and came into the living room, where she was dusting off the coffee table.

"Where are they?" I asked.

"Under the kitchen sink," she replied, giving me a strange look.

"Thanks," I told her as I walked into the kitchen, pulling out a pair, and then retreated back to Percy's room.

"Why do you need them?" she asked once more.

"No reason," I replied as I prepared myself for the disgusting task of doing Percy's laundry. I was about to ask if there was a gas mask anywhere when a thought suddenly hit me.

"Oh my gods!" I exclaimed as I pulled off the gloves, searching around the room frantically.

"Percy?" Ms. Jackson asked from the door way. "Are you all right?"

"Phone!" I called. "I need a phone!"

"It's in the kitchen," she told me. She might have sounded a bit suspicious, but I was too frantic to care. "Where it's always been."

"Thanks!" I called behind me as I ran to the kitchen. I skidded to a stop as I picked up the phone, dialing my home number.

"Hello?" my step mother answered after the third ring.

"Can I talk to Per- I mean Annabeth?" I asked.

"Just a minute," she said. "Annabeth! Phone!"

"Hello?" I heard my voice after a few seconds.

"Percy!" I nearly shouted. "Don't you dare change your clothes- er, my clothes. And don't take a shower. Better yet, don't go to the bathroom, either. Is that clear, mister? I don't even want you thinking of-"

"Chill out, Annabeth," he told me. "Jeez, you know I'm not like that."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Of course you're not. I'm sorry for overreacting."

"I can't really blame you," he replied. "I'm pretty freaked out, too. And can I really not go to the bathroom? 'Cause I kind of-"

"Percy Jackson!" Anger bubbled up in me as I thought about what he was saying. "You are such a-"

"I'm just kidding! Gosh, Annabeth, no need to get your panties in a bunch- or I guess boxers, now. But seriously, you can't expect me not to go to the bathroom. I'm going to have to go at some point and we don't know how long we're going to be stuck like this."

"You're the son of Poseidon! Don't you have some way to just, I don't know, make the liquids leave your body?"

"Um, saying that actually did work, what about when I have to-"

"Okay, okay! I get it. This isn't going to work. How about you just close your eyes, okay? And don't wipe."

"You know, this conversation is just getting really awkward. I'll do what you said and you do it too, okay?" he said.

"Okay. Oh, gods, how are we going to shower and change our clothes? We're going to stink eventually and wearing the same outfit everyday won't exactly help us make new friends."

"I don't know. Maybe we can just meet up in the morning and change each other before school."

"I guess that will have to do until we come up with something better," I agreed.

"So, how should we do this?"

"You're going to have to come over here," I told him. "If we do it the other way around, your mom will only get more suspicious about what's going on and my brothers will probably barge in. That will definitely be difficult to explain to my parents. Bring my suitcase from camp and wake up early so you can leave by seven thirty. School starts at eight fifteen, so we should be able to get there in time. You should probably come in through a window or something so your mom doesn't find out."

"Sounds good."

"Anyways, don't forget to set the alarm so you aren't late."

"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Really? I see you every time I look in the mirror."

"Ha ha," he replied. "Now I really should go before anyone starts to get suspicious. Bye."

"Don't do anything stupid, Seaweed Brain," I said as I hung up. I walked back out to the living room, where Ms. Jackson was looking at me strange for about the thousandth time that day.

"Hey, Mom?" I asked, getting an idea.

"Yes?" she replied.

"Can, um, Annabeth maybe come over after school tomorrow?"

"Oh, so that's what this is all about," she said with a huge smile on her face as she stood up, coming closer to me.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Don't play dumb with me," she said as she pinched my cheek teasingly. "My baby has a girlfriend."

"What?" I nearly shouted. "No! No, that's not it. We just wanted to, you know, hang out. She's going to the same school now, you know."

"Ah, okay," she said as she tried to hide her smile. "I see. I'll talk to her parents and see if we can work something out."

"Thanks," I said as I made my way back to Percy's room.

"I don't believe you, you know," she called after me. "You don't have to be embarrassed about it."

"Whatever, Mom," I sighed. At least she had given herself an explanation as to why I had been acting so unlike Percy. One look at his room reminded me of my mission and I picked up the plastic gloves from their place on the floor where I had thrown them. It was time for Percy to start getting organized, and I was about to make sure that happened. I held my nose as I picked up a smelly shirt and threw it in the hamper. This was going to take longer than I had hoped.

Awkward, don't you think? Hopefully, there won't be too many more awkward moments like this because it's really...weird to write about.

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