Author's Note: Well, helloooo again. Well. This is ANOTHER chapter for you Percabeth lovers. I added some more…fun moments. Enjoy, my loves.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson series characters. I only use them for my own pleasure.

Joking. ;-)

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Percy's POV:

"How about I just drive until we get to hotel by the beach?" I asked, smiling a bit. Annabeth hated it when I was the one who was "sacrificing".

Her face turned a bit red. "How about I drive until we get to a hotel by the beach?"

I turned away. After leaving the pub, we'd decided to head for the coast, like we'd said before. I wanted to get near the sea and Annabeth…well, she just wanted to get to the beach.

"Let me just drive for now, okay?" I said, "You can drive later."

She gazed at me skeptically. "Promise?"

I half smiled-half chuckled. "Promise."

I glanced her way and regretted it immediately. Annabeth was curled up on her seat watching me. I gulped. Her stormy grey eyes were narrowed, analyzing me. But only in the most attractive way possible. Her long legs were smooth and, even when I looked away, I could feel my…special parts long for them to fold me in. I could feel the need at the pit of my stomach, growing and growing.

She was beautiful. So, so beautiful.

I wondered how she couldn't see my extreme need to be with her. I needed her. It was almost killing me.

Literally. I hadn't had such a bad case of blue balls since I went to a strip club on a quest (long story).

Oblivious to my thoughts, Annabeth smiled. "You're turning red."

God, she was right. My face had colored a little. I coughed nervously. "No, I'm not."

She smiled wider. "Yeah, you are."

I ignored her now. I wondered what Rachel was doing for a moment, but then remembered I didn't care. I smiled a bit as I remembered:

(Flashback to about 1 hour ago)

"Rachel," I started, serious, "I'm not your boyfriend."

She barely glanced at me, examining her fancy manicure. Which was weird. Why did girls even CARE about their nails? "Sure, sure."

"Rachel," I said, even MORE serious. "I am NOT your boyfriend. And, speaking as your NOT boyfriend, I'd really like it if you left."

Now she looked up. She smiled a bit, her eyelashes fluttering. I realized she was trying to flirt. "Please, Percy. You and I both know you're totally in love with me."

My eyebrows shoot up. And my jaw dropped. And I think my face looked like she'd just said; "I know you really want to eat a very smelly boot."

She didn't even take a second look at my expression. She just waited for an answer, fiddling with the end of her skirt. It was starting to hitch upwards and show more of her leg, but I realized that she was trying to flirt. Again.

"Rachel," I said. "I am not in love with you. I have never been in love with you."

"Percy. You're kidding yourself."

"No, Rachel!" I said, angrier now. I hated being mean to girls, but now she was just being a bitch. I'd never seen this side of Rachel. "YOU'RE kidding yourself. Go home."

And then I went back to Annabeth.

(End of flashback)

I smiled some more, until Annabeth said; "Are you okay?"

I smiled wider and she just rolled her eyes. "Ugh. Way to be a Seaweed Brain."

That just made me smile more. And made my stomach tumble and flutter like the absolute girl I was. Annabeth deserved a manly man. Not me. Not a perverted, girly boy.

About two hours later, Annabeth and I pulled up into the Casada Hotel, one that was near by the gray-white beach of the Atlantic Ocean. The scenery was beautiful, in a non-tropical, more-England-esque way. Annabeth really did know better. Than me, I mean.

We walked into the small hotel lobby and I went up to the reception. "I'd like a room. Two singular beds, please."

The man checked out his computer. "Sorry, sir," he said, slowly looking up. "There's only one room left."

His eyes slid from me to Annabeth, who was in short-shorts and a loose shirt. Her hair was long and messy and perfection. His eyes raved her and I felt a stab of anger. How rude and disgusting was this guy? Checking out Annabeth?

But then I realized I was pretty much the same.

"Hey," I said, snapping my fingers in front of the guys face, waking him from his trance. Annabeth did that to everybody, I guess. "What's the room?"

I can't say I didn't see the answer coming.

Annabeth's POV:

"I have news," was the first thing Percy said when he came back from the reception at the Casada Hotel.

I arched an eyebrow. "What news is that?"

"They only have one room…and because, you know, we couldn't find another hotel and its getting late, I said yes."

I was still confused, so I asked, "Okay. What's the probably?"

"Itsnleegotonebed," he said back, his words (obviously) mumbled.

"Huh?"

"Its," he gulped. "Only got one bed."

"Oh." I could feel the color filling my cheeks. That stupid, stupid red.

"But," he said, to my relief, "They can bring in one of those extra bed thingys. Don't worry about it."

I smiled. "What's there to worry about, Seaweed Brain?"

God, I was such a fake sometimes. Of course there was something wrong with it. If I was alone in a room, in the same room as Percy, on the same bed…I'd probably kiss him. Which would be bad. Very, very, very bad. He'd probably end up doing what he did to Rachel, but only to me.

The thought even made me hurt.

"So," I said, looking out the big window that showed the black water, the rocks, the white strip of beach. "Let's go put our stuff up there, then we'll head out, okay?"

He nodded and we grabbed our stuff and headed into the elevator. Our stuff was just a few things we'd bought an hour ago at a little outlet mall. Just enough to survive on. Once we were alone, in the elevator, I realized where we were. I looked over at Percy who was leaning casually on the handle bars. His hair was darker than ever, contrasting with his skin even more. He noticed my gaze and smiled back, but his eyebrows were a bit raised.

I felt my cheeks, the traitors they are, flame. He was too cute. It should be illegal to be that cute.

Ironically, I was saved by the bell. Halfway through my sick, sick thoughts the elevator bell rang and I jumped out. A sense of déjà vu gripped me. The last time we'd been in an elevator, we'd been informed of Phoebe, Perce's sister. I'd almost forgotten about her. We'd, actually, been having fun on this trip. Aside from my self-torture for being such a bad best friend, for thinking those naughty thoughts. And Rachel.

We walked up to our room, 309, and Percy dug up the key. He slowly unlocked the door and we walked in. The room was simple; one twin bed, on TV, two chairs and a coffee table. One small bathroom was attached to it, the entrance near the door.

"Its nice," I smiled, trying to make Percy feel better about the whole theres-only-one-bed situation.

He grimaced back and I felt a little more hurt. Did he really mind me that much? After I numbed, I decided a walk on the beach was exactly what I needed.

"I'm going for a walk on the beach, okay?" I said, dropping my stuff on the floor after pulling ou a coat. "You coming?"

"No thanks. I think I'm in serious need of some ESPN. But have fun."

I smiled, and laughed a bit, but left. Once I was on the strip of white sand, I watched the dark waves crash on top of each other. I smelt the salty scent in the air and glanced around me. There was a bit of grass here and there, some dirt too. It was perfect. The whole area couldn't have been more of what I wanted. A break from school…from Olympus, from everything.

Except Percy.

But…to be frank, I think this trip was what I needed. I needed to figure out things with Percy. These new, intense and WAY too pleasurable, feelings were driving me insane. I was starting to see Percy not only as my best friend, but as my tall, gorgeous best friend. The one I really, really wanted to kiss.

Sighing, I breathed in more air. I needed to clear my head. I needed to get with things. Just not be bothered by the fact that I might be falling for my best friend.

Which was exactly what was happening.

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Sorry about this. It was a bit of a boring chapter. Yet, it was necessary.

But worry not! The next one will be better. And up soon.

I promiseeeee.

LOL. Anywho; it was long anyway. And revealed the Rachel part. I'm glad you guys now hate her.

And, as its said so many times, my enemy's enemy is my friend.

But you guys are more than friends. You're AWESOME, FANTASTIC friends…

Who'll press the pretty green button, right?

Love you forever!

- S. Craze.

PS: I changed chapter 3's "Amphitrite". Sorry about that, btw. :-)