Authors note: Sorry I didn't update sooner but my friend's always want to hang out with me and I never get time to write! Oh well I still love them and I'm writing now so I guess it all worked out, anyway I present to you chapter six! LONG LIVE PERCABETH! (If anybody actually reads my authors notes then please tell me in your comments so I know if I can just skip writing them and cut to the story.)

Enchanted

Annabeth's P.O.V

Ch.6 Wide Awake

Predictably, when I get to my dorm room, Piper and Terra aren't there. Of course, I figure they'll be at the ball until that thing ends, and Zeus knows when that will be. (Actually, he might not even know.)The room seems abnormally quiet, normally Piper terra and I are talking right until we turn the lights off, guess that's gonna be different tonight. But I'm ok with it, a little peace and quiet could be good every once and a while. Closing the door behind me, I stand in the middle of the room thinking, 'What now?' The clock on my bedside drawer says it's only ten past midnight, I bet even the tree nymphs haven't gone to bed yet. And ya, I know that I am the biggest nerd in the school, but I'm not so nerdy that I'm going to go to bed right when I get back from a party. Nope, that's too boring.

But I still slip into my pajamas. Even though I'm not going to sleep might as well get comfy right? It takes a little digging around but eventually I find the old sewing kit that I adopted from the home ec class at the OA. 'Wow, you think staying up to do some sewing is gonna make you less nerdy?' I laugh because my thought has a point, this is soooooo cool of me to be sewing in the middle of the night. But honestly I think I could make all the Aphrodite girls jealous by this because I'm gonna make two dresses out of one. Without thinking about it I pick up the fabric scissors and start cutting the dress right where the knee would be. I'm sure the lady at the dress shop would kill me if she saw what I was doing to this, but what she doesn't know won't hurt her.

How I learned to custom tailor a dress, I don't know but before I know it, it's one in the morning and I have a completely new dress in my arms. I change back into the dress and stand in front of the tall mirror Piper put on the wall. To anyone who doesn't know I changed the dress, they won't know it's different at all. It's still full length; the straps are still thin as ribbons, Sparkly as ever I can almost believe that it's not any different than before. That is, until I reach down and unzip it letting the bottom half fall to the carpeted ground. Now wearing a much different dress, from the image in the mirror I can tell that it looks much less dramatic than the long version. There aren't as many sparkles because they are all on the bottom, in fact there are virtually none. Pleased with my handy work I put both halves of the dress away, happy with it even though I'll probably never wear it again. I wonder why Aphrodite girls buy a new dress for every occasion when they could just change the old ones they have?

Suddenly tired, I plop down on my bed and stare at the ceiling, but sleep doesn't find me 'cause it's just stubborn like that. The texture of the ceiling makes it looks like I can see constellations in the sky, but at the same time it also looks like cottage cheese. I grab a pencil from my desk and stand on my bed. Being a little too far away to reach I have to stretch out my arm to reach the ceiling with my pencil. Shakily, probably because I'm so tired, I trace the constellations that I can see on the ceiling. Once I feel like I traced all the ones above my bed, I lay my head on my pillow and stare at my new and improved ceiling. Orion, Pegasus, Hercules, and the Hydra dance around on the ceiling like they are actually constellations twinkling in the night sky.

Laying there my mind drifts in and out of focus, wandering all around the previous events of the night. The ball, my white dress swimming in a sea of black ones, Percy appearing across the room from me, we shared weapons under the table, I dumped my dinner into the hearth, he gave me some of his dinner, we danced like penguins, Drew and the Aphrodite girls, I voted Percy for king, our walk outside, and Rachel. The lingering question kept me up for a while. I roll over to look at my clock, 2 Am. Questions quickly fill my brain. What where they talking about? Why did she kiss him? Why did he let her kiss him? Are they dating? If so then why did he spend the whole time with me? Percy Jackson, Who do you love? More and more questions loop through my head teasing me because I don't know the answers, finally I wonder 'till I'm wide awake. I walk to the bathroom and fill a cup with water and sip it while telling myself: "Calm down Annabeth, don't get yourself worked up."

But I can't convince myself.

Now I'm pacing back and forth, what have I gotten myself into? I'll never be able to sleep now. Oh Percy, if only you knew I'm wishing you were at my door. You seemed like you had so much to say when I left, so why don't you come and say it? I'd open up and you would say, what, what would you say? At the very moment I think that, someone knocks on my door. A bright glimmer of hope spreads through me; I get excited Percy might have actually come, but I dismiss the thought almost immediately.

I'm just a new friend of his. He doesn't care about me that much, if he even cares about me at all. Oh but he does my dear. I hear in my head but it doesn't seem like my thoughts, almost as if someone else is telling me this. Anyway he seems to be awfully friendly with Rachel. 'No Annabeth, don't think like that' I try to tell myself. We aren't dating, we are obviously just friends, so it's not like he's cheating on me. I've got my friends and he has his, I just hope he's happy with his girlfriend. Oh gods, I really am good at torturing myself with horrible thoughts.

"Please don't be in love with someone else," I say out loud. "And if you aren't, please don't have somebody waiting on you."

Remembering that there actually was a knock at the door, I walk over and open it. Nobody is standing there but there is a flier taped to the handle. Plucking it off, I walk back inside shutting the door behind me. The flier is decorated and illustrated with big bright colorful letters that say:

Sad the ball had to end?

Don't worry!

All week long camp will be hosting a whole line of special events to celebrate

Spring break! Tomorrow after school there will be a pool party at the lake,

wear your best swimmin' suit!

(All students will be notified of other events along the break.)

I set the flier on my desk and dig through the chest at the foot of my bed where all my clothes are, do I even own a swimsuit anymore? At the bottom of my chest I find a tiny one piece swimsuit with multi-colored butterflies all over it, I laugh because this is probably the first one I ever owned. I can just imagine the seven year old me running into the lake wearing this which must have been fun to watch if you were one of the older campers. But I find nothing else in there so I guess after school I'll have to go get one. I'll have to do it without anyone knowing because I really don't want Piper's input on which one I should get.

One last sip of water and my cup is empty; I take it as a sign that I should go to bed. Lights off, pillow fluffed, nothing making a noise. The perfect way to fall asleep. Some nights I dream about a paragraph of a story, or a passage from a poem, but tonight only one word runs through my mind:

Percy