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I updated quickly I'm so proud of myself.

It was originally supposed to be only Percy but then I thought, ehh, why not and added Annabeth so now its longer *yippee*

Chapter Eleven

A Bit of Rescuing

Percy POV

There really wasn't anything like the feeling of water all around you and knowing that you were completely in control. I leaned forward, picking up speed on the surfboard and easily keeping my balance. For a second there I almost forgot that I was being filmed.

Until I heard the scream.

"AHHH—glug!" The last noise wasn't unfamiliar to a drain pipe being unclogged. The first noise I recognized also. After years of making Annabeth scream in terror (for example, putting a tarantula in her bunk with Travis Stoll) I could tell it was her instantly. It also sounded strangely realistic. Well, duh, Perce, she's an actor.

"About time," I muttered, detaching the leash from my ankle impatiently and diving into the water.

Clear water swirled all around me, letting the bright sun shine down and sparkle off the white sand floor. I kicked hard, swimming deeper and searching for any sign of her.

My lungs were beginning to hurt when I caught a glimpse of sunlight sparking of blond hair. I swam toward it and found Annabeth floating a few inches above the sea floor, pale white and apparently unconscious. She looked like a sleeping mermaid with her bright hair spread around her like the rays of the sun. I had a brief sudden image of how good Annabeth would look in a seashell bikini.

Focus, Percy. I grabbed her around the waist and kicked upwards. Bubbles burst out of my mouth and soared toward the surface. My vision was turning red. Where was up? Where was down? Where was—

I burst upwards in a shower of sea spray, pulling Annabeth up until her mouth broke the surface. She still wasn't moving. I cursed and swam for shore, backstroking with Annabeth laid out on my chest.

"Is she okay?" Mitchell's anxious voice filtered over. I pulled myself onto the sand and laid Annabeth out. She was still not moving.

"Of course she is," another voice snapped. Drew. "She's just faking it." I was pretty sure Drew also muttered something that rhymed with "a mention pore".

Mitchell shot Drew a dirty look. "Medic!" he called, rushing off for the cabanas, but not fast enough for Annabeth.

I looked at her. She was turning whiter by the second, unmoving on the sand. I pushed a piece of blond hair back and sighed, pumping gingerly on her wetsuit with both hands like I'd seen on TV. No response. There was only one thing left to try.

Well, at least all those lifesaving classes my mom had made me take at the hospital weren't for nothing.

I lifted her gently and brought her lips to mine.

Annabeth POV

Something was pounding. My head? I remembered the fall off the board and blushed, although whether people could see it I wasn't sure. There was pressure on my mouth and I couldn't breathe. Was I still underwater? I panicked, stretching out my hands and expecting to feel water.

No water. Something solid and warm and hard and wet, holding me tightly. The scent of salty sea air. An incredible taste…like chocolate chips and mint. The pieces all came together suddenly but I didn't believe it until I opened my eyes and saw two mischief-filled sea green ones staring back at me.

"Get OFF!" I yelled, trying to pull myself out of Percy's arms. He had a tight grip on my waist though, and refused to let go. "How dare you kiss me, you—"

"I just brought you back to life," Percy said, matter-of-factly. I wanted to hit him. "Excellent fall, by the way. I give it an eight and a half."

"Oh? Why not a ten?" I said sarcastically, still struggling.

"You didn't hit yourself in the face with the board. Now that would've been entertaining."

"Can you let go of me, you overgrown pig?"

"Nope," he smiled cheekily.

"Amazing scene, there, Percy," Mitchell said. "Bringing her back with the kiss of life. This is what being an actor is all about. Making your own personal changes to the script."

"Thanks, man." Percy said.

"Wait." I turned to face Mitch. "You FILMED IT?"

"Yes." He looked delighted. "It adds a wonderful touch of desperate romance."

"Desperate—romance—?" I asked tersely. Percy looked like he was about to piss himself laughing.

"Yes! Nate has to save Carly in the most romantic way possible!" Mitch's eyes were dreamy. That guy was a sucker for romance. "But maybe—it would be so much more romantic if Percy professed his love while giving CPR—could we do a retake?"

"NO!" I yelled.

"Oh c'mon babe, you know you want this." Percy puckered up his lips teasingly.

"In your seaweed brain dreams." I threw a handful of sand into his face and stalked off.

A PERCABETH KISS FINALLY! But no this isn't THE KISS you'll have to wait a bit longer for that ;) So R&R popsicles!

Also I'm doing an character interview-thing for the next upload so send in questions for the characters! Any of the characters in the fanfic ^^^ Just random questions about their beautiful fictional lives.

Luv ya!

-MG