Here we are again…reading the same old story…unless this is the first time, of course. Then, welcome! I'm glad you're here. Hope you enjoy!

Now that the pleasantries are over with, here are some replies to the three people who reviewed my story and made my day (or night, wHiChEvEr), because I don't get many reviews. Perhaps it's sad, maybe it's just me, but thank you. Even the guy who just wrote 's'. S is a good letter. Like eight, but without this line you need for eight.

I'm being weird. Time to get on with the reviews.

Reader12859: It's true…too much development would make this story painfully boring, which is why, unlike the last project I really worked on *cough* it's called Mortal Friendships and the traffic graph just made me really happy and this is shameless self-promotion *cough* it is shorter. Ten chapter shorter. X_X I don't think I have fifteen more chapters in me. Hopefully five! But anyway. I just spent four lines (on this Doc at least) responding to the first sentence. Time to get a move on. Now it's five lines. Anyway. But now it's getting really out of hand because it's six! ANYWAYS FOR THE LAST TIME and here we are. But oof. That sucks that your computer broke…I don't have a computer so I use the family one. I think my brother's trying to make an account…too bad he still thinks my name is Silversky247. But anyway, that's fine. Yup. That is Aphrodite…talking to someone else and somehow Annabeth is hearing it. Don't ask me why. I didn't know Aphrodite was going to butt in until she did! Goddesses do that. And no. Of course it's not Hera, her Bovine Majesty. With all due respect. And yeah, it would be funny, but I think I have too many plot twists and not enough untwisted plot as it is so. Yeah. Thank you! I'm not sure if it's…always great, or something, but thanks! Yes. Alliterated names are just so nice. Poor Randy Randolph, though, it probably sucks for him. I don't know either. Good for you? Or your friends? …? …I'll see myself out.

Guest: Hehe…what…just…happened…well. Basically, I needed to start the Percabeth at some point somehow, so I thought, why not promote Dear Mira Green, my other ongoing story, while stirring up some drama, to start the Percabeth? So…I did. Thank you.

Also, thanks! I'm not sure about awesome, but I'll take your word for it! :)

Ayden34582: S. Yes. A marvelous letter.

Plutonium-239: I'm not sure why you're scared of Mira Green, but she's not really scary…she's just, well, it's hard to explain her. So, I'm not going to go. Read Dear Mira Green to find out. Because, yeah. You should do that. Thanks for the review!

Mkay. I think we're finished. Yay! Time to reuse some poetic words from my plot points. Percy's POV:

Percy walked away from Annabeth's apartment briskly, the cold biting into him with the sting of what he had seen, the betrayal, piercing into him, almost biting. Like it was taunting him, showing him what he couldn't have, another test to see if he was worthy, but worthy of what? Annabeth? Not in a million years. Not after last year, of course.

But Annabeth wasn't his, they broke up, and yet, he couldn't get her out of his head. It was a crummy situation, really, but crummier still were his crummy feelings and he didn't really like the word crummy, now to think of it, so he really needed to stop using the word crummy but now it was all he could think about and his mind came to a screeching halt and so did his feet, and the momentum, or lack thereof, made him trip, sprawling across the sidewalk.

He sat there for about a minute and a half until he fancied that he could hear footsteps, and then he was off again, footsteps or no. He wasn't going to wait around and see if Annabeth would try to catch him, why would she anyway? She was on some sort of date with that dude. Randy, maybe? A Hypnos kid? He wasn't sure. Why did it matter, anyway? So she was going on a date…why was he doing this again? Hadn't he already done this was Jaxon Buckingham? Had he had an excuse then with it being Luke? If so, did he have an excuse now?

Percy walked quicker and quicker. As if walking away would turn back time. As if he could unsee the image of Annabeth and some dude, in her apartment, alone. In the afternoon. Annabeth had class, didn't she? Did she skip for him? Annabeth would never skip for Percy in a million years. She wouldn't even stop studying for Percy, at times. That was where all the passion had gone in their relationship. Percy thought he heard his name but he only walked quicker. Brisker, even though he knew he was really only running from Annabeth and whatever love she had left for him, after all, if she was there, she'd left Randy for him, and he was running away.

After all, she probably hadn't left Randy, he was just pathetic enough to hear phantom sounds while he pined over Annabeth Chase, he had run away from their relationship when she had broken it up, and now he was running over from her relationship that didn't look broken up to him if there was one, which there seemed to be. He could be wrong, but he didn't stop to consider that scenario for very long, because if he was wrong, then…he'd really be an idiot, there'd be something weird going on, and this seemed like the most obvious and truest solution.

"Perseus Jackson!" her voice was real now, and Percy distantly knew he was probably in for it even though really she didn't have an excuse, did she, and he was just leaving and not interrupting, so he ignored her voice even though she was out of breath and her footsteps just grew louder and more immediate and soon he was going to confront her want to or not. "Look at me!" her voice was loud and angry and he knew she was drawing stares, but she didn't care this time. He turned to face her, and however acidic or cutting he wanted his voice to be it came out worse.

"I'm sorry, Annabeth, I didn't want to interrupt your special date with Randy." She flinched at his words ever so slightly, so slightly Percy wondered for a moment if he'd imagined it, after all, why would she flinch? He'd interrupted her precious date, after all. It was a decent time of the evening, or perhaps afternoon, and darkness was falling, tinging the sky a beautiful shade of lilac, adding a light glow of blush to Annabeth's face as she was illuminated against the winter sun, her backdrop, but she looked like she'd been struck.

"How- how-" she sputtered for a moment. Any satisfaction Percy should've felt at rendering the oh-so-great Annabeth Chase speechless, well, it didn't arrive. It was just filled with a sense of impending dread and some remorse, even though he shouldn't have felt any of it. Annabeth's voice came back with an explosion of indignation and anger. "Percy Jackson, how in the name of Damasen could you think I was with Randy? That I was dating Randy?" But Percy was too cut up, too angry as well, to really think rationally. Thinking had never been his strong suit. That was why Annabeth called him Seaweed Brain. And she had brought Damasen into this? At least she hadn't brought up Bob. Percy glanced momentarily at the sky, the stars beginning to shine through in the half-evening, the stars Bob had told him to say hello to, for him.

Bob says Hello.

"Gee, I dunno, Annabeth." He replied coolly. "Y'know, maybe, it was the two of you in your apartment when you're studying or having class or something. Maybe it was the two of you talking when as far as I know you haven't said more than five words to him in your life. Maybe it's that you keep leading me on and then dropping me and I don't want it anymore." Annabeth's eyes were blazing gunmetal gray.

"Leading you on? When have I ever led you on? I invited Randy over after a crappy lecture because he seemed to get that I am not a victim and that my disorder doesn't rule me, just like Jake understood!" She was throwing Luke into this now?

"Really? When have you led me on? Going to the park. Dinner. Didn't you realize how it looked when you- I- I can't do this."

"Oh, you can't do this." Annabeth growled. "Well, you're singing the same tune you sang with Luke. Aren't we supposed to be friends? He was good for me! He understood! You don't!" It was probably true that Percy didn't understand what she was going for, but that had been Luke. No matter how much he supposedly 'understood' about Annabeth, he'd tried to kill her. He'd been a hero in the end, but an oddly possessive side of Percy couldn't have just stood there while the two dated, and he hadn't.

"Well, if Jake understood, maybe you should get back together with him. After all, he was already like the love of your life when I came around, you can rekindle that spark." Percy knew how out of character this was for him, but he couldn't control his own words. It was like the eidolons- his head hurt just the same. But this was him. Annabeth looked like he'd slapped her across the face, staring at him like he was an entirely different person. Maybe he was.

"We didn't date that long! I had a crush, and that spark died." Annabeth hissed.

"Yeah, well, it's not so different from ours then, is it?" Afterwards, Percy wished he could control his own mouth. Annabeth's eyes were like flames, and not the pretty warm ones that you put your hands in front of, not the ones that warmed you up but didn't burn, these ones were like gray, liquid lava, so hot they were cold, just like the fire of the river Phlegethon with all of the heat, none of the healing, and all of the pain when you swallowed it down.

"You know, Percy? One of the last things Jake ever said to me was that you were going to break my heart into more pieces than I could count, so is it true?" Percy was speechless for a second, Annabeth still there, glaring, eyes misty, illuminated against the sunshine with her curls a windswept mess and her cheeks tinged slightly pink from running after him, him not Randy, him, and her face inches from him as she glared at him in anger and indignation, and what he did next, he had no excuses for.

He stepped in and kissed her, feeling her stiffen in shock, surprise, before…before…

She kissed back.