Hey! Chapter 22! Anyway, I just want to say that in this chapter it is very T, and shouldn't be read by young kids, though this story probably shouldn't be read by young kids. It has some...topics this time.

Poseidon1702: Percy and Annabeth are nineteen, and then the rest of the Seven and the other people follow that timeline. Leo is still here I just don't think I explicitly mentioned him… ;-; sorry Leo! I will remedy that. Calypso also is not explicitly mentioned. As I've never seen a canon meeting between Annabeth and Calypso, I don't think they would be very good friends due to the history even though Caleo happened. The Trials of Apollo is not canon, because of some stuff that happens in there that I have cut out. However, Reyna still joined the Hunters for this. Magnus Chase and the Kane Chronicles can have operated before that however it would have taken place before with little to no significance to this actual story. Sorry…this is kinda confusing. Thanks!

Aeufinger: Thanks! Yup. They have to realize sometime…um, we'll say it was Aphrodite's little way of…hurdles, because I'm…also…not entirely sure. So yeah. Thanks again!

Multifadomxox: Thank you so much!

AmazingAthenaGirl1407: Thanks! And yup. They have kissed. The Percabeth is coming back!

ThatGirlWithaCat: It was Mira, and then Annabeth. But yeah, Randy's unfortunate. To be fair, it is my fault but, uh, sorry but no. Yeah.
Hmm. That's a bit creepy but oh well. #fanfictionwritersdowhattheywant #LilithIsAGrump.
Second review:
Your first time with…what? I dunno. Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. Tell me please? DUN DUN DUN~ and, again, to be fair, not on the other chapter. People liked the last one…CaN't ImAgInE wHy, and yeah, Idk why 's' was a thing.
Nervig is a Schlange, okay. And yup.*
XD yup apparently ol' MAGgie is scary! And Annabeth is nineteen…oh well, I dunno. It just happened.

Bye!

Annabeth's POV:

Annabeth woke up warmer than she had been in months, ever since it started getting cold. Her blankets were warm, she was comfortably pressed against something warm, and everything seemed pretty good to Annabeth. There was something around her, too. A vague warm shape. Annabeth turned over to the other side and moved around slightly in the blankets, feeling a sense of vague contentment. She snuggled deeper into the warmth, oddly comfortable and not thinking properly due to the sleep clouding her mind, and unwilling to wake up, actually think and work, for once, not having the drive to get up and go to a class if she had any at whatever time this was. She moved her legs

It was then that she noticed she wasn't wearing her pajamas. Her shirt had ridden up and was bunched around her shoulders, and she wasn't wearing any bottoms, she noticed as she moved her legs restlessly, before wondering about it. …why wasn't she wearing pajamas?

It was too late. With a vague feeling of unease, she started to her eyes as the blankets, the warm thing, shifting around her. Which meant these weren't blankets…this was a person.

She was met with a pair of very familiar, very sleepy, sea green eyes against her own gray ones. The realization didn't sink in for a few moments, but then Annabeth realized who it was, what it meant.

Percy Jackson was in her bed. She was in bed with Percy Jackson. She saw the haze clearing in Percy's eyes, jumping away and pulling the covers around her body, the events of the last night flooding back along with all of Annabeth's dignity. How could she have been sostupid? What had she been thinking? What had he been thinking? Did they…she stopped as the same recognition flooded his eyes and he sat up, staring at her in confusion. Annabeth's breath hitched for a moment. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and she moved her eyes up to his face. No, no no…this was very bad.

"Annabeth?" he sounded just as puzzled as she was. "What are you doing here?" what was she doing here? What was he doing here? In her bed? Not wearing clothes? Was he wearing pants? Annabeth was not going to check. She wasn't wearing clothes…not really. And if she was, they had been thrown on haphazardly and she had not gone straight to bed, or she had been really, really restless in the night. But last night had been one of the soundest sleeps she'd had in…well, in a year. Ever since Percy moved to New York, leaving her alone in the apartment they'd shared, in a bed too big for one until she cracked and moved in with Piper because she was too lonely and cold and he was gone.

"What are you doing here?" she fired back. "As far as I know, I didn't invite you into my bed." Percy raised his eyebrows, probably preparing some sort of snarky comment. She crossed her arms over her body, wrapping the sheet tighter around her.

"What are you talking about?" his eyebrows climbed higher. "Annabeth, this is my room." She froze. It might've been comical to an outsider, but the outsider in question would have gotten such a stony death glare they might've been dead where they stood. Annabeth kept her eyes on Percy but her peripheral vision told her something she should have noticed earlier: that this was not in fact Annabeth's room in hers and Piper's apartment, but a very foreign one, with Annabeth's winter coat on the floor and her bra on the doorknob. Her cheeks heated up, embarrassed for being in Percy's room, for having been in his bed, for not really wearing any clothes, for having made such a big mistake. Two big mistakes. The first was kissing Percy Jackson after he kissed her and then having it lead to this, and the second one was not realizing that she was in Percy Jackson's room and not her own and now getting into such a big, big mess that she really didn't want to be in at the moment.

"Uh…my mistake. I'll go then. Don't want to give you any trouble." She said slowly, as if she didn't care. After all, she wasn't supposed to. This was all one big giant mistake. She needed to control herself if this ever happened again, which it might, if the last night was any indication. Wasn't this all Percy's fault anyway? What had given him the right to kiss her like that? If there was anyone to blame, it was probably the both of them, but for now, Annabeth could blame Percy for everything. For now.

"Annabeth-" Percy said. "-don't you think we should probably talk?" She stared at him blandly, not comprehending. Why did he want to talk? Why did this have to be happening to her? The Fates really were out to get her, apparently, or so they seemed to be with all they were doing to Annabeth. First Percy had come back, and then there were all the scenarios. But she couldn't think about all of this now. It was Friday. She has class, and she was wasting valuable time when she could be getting out of here and this awkward situation, making sure she was able to get to her class on time so that she didn't stress herself out later, and all these other great things she needed to do instead of this…

Annabeth backtracked quickly and, still holding the sheet to her chest, picked up her clothes and left his room, shutting the door, ignoring whatever Percy was saying about talking it out or something because honestly why would she want to do that right now? She quickly ignores his call of Annabeth! and dresses very hurriedly, unfortunately out in the open, not even bothering to look for her shoes before wrenching open his door and rushing out heedless of anything Percy might be doing to catch her, if he was going to be doing anything at all.

If he did do anything, he missed his chance.

Percy's POV:

Percy stared at the spot where Annabeth had been not so long ago. He wasn't sure what had happened and he wasn't sure how much he wanted to remember. It appeared they'd done a little more than kiss. Maybe they'd just slept. Together. Not…not in that way, but they had both been sleeping, quite obviously. It had been Annabeth's movements that had woken Percy this morning, and Annabeth had moved away, and now she had gone. She was gone again, and he'd let her get away. He needed to talk to someone, but who could he talk to? His mother? That would be…weird. Awkward. Piper? She'd freak out or something. The rest of the Seven…well, what if they told the others? What if Annabeth got wind of this? He needed to talk to Annabeth.

But Annabeth was gone. She'd run away the moment she could, leaving Percy alone, a little bit cold, a little bit confused, and a little terrified.

But with it is a little sprig of hope. Because she had kissed him back last night, which means there was something there, and yes, she said some stuff, he said some stuff, but she kissed back and surely that meant something could happen? Up on Olympus, he'd bet Aphrodite was having another field day, he'd bet Aphrodite had had a lot of field days in the past month or so, and maybe, just maybe, everything would turn out all right for him, and Annabeth. But could it?

After all, after he left, Annabeth developed anorexia. She'd turned from the strong and hardworking but tired, and stressed college student and twice Savior of Olympus to a less strong but hardworking, tired and stressed, anorexic college student that was the twice Savior of Olympus, and Annabeth had never been the sort. That was probably why it was so odd. Of all the people who Percy knew who could have had an eating disorder…Annabeth would never have been Percy's first guess. That's why it was so…dangerous.

He couldn't help her through this, even if she wanted his help. Even if they were still dating. And she didn't want his help and they weren't still dating so basically Percy was just…there. A little thing that was there when she didn't want him to be and didn't need him to be, he was just a bystander when nothing was happening. And once upon a time, he might have been more than a bystander, but what was he now?

The phone rang. Percy turned to it after a moment. Could it be…no. No. Definitely not, right? Percy wasn't sure. There was almost no way Annabeth would be calling him so soon after their…thing. But would she? Percy had learned after coming back that Annabeth Chase had changed in ways he didn't know.

This could be one of them. "Annabeth?" he asked as he picked up the phone. There was silent for a total of two heartbeats, and then…

"Well, it's nice to see you two, Jason." The words were said matter of factly, but Percy could hear the amusement in them, she was joking after all. Percy rolled his eyes.

"Sorry, Piper. Thought you were someone else." He said lamely. He could practically hear Piper rolling her eyes through the phone, and she didn't hesitate on commenting.

"Oh, really. I didn't notice at all, I've recently thought about changing my name to Annabeth, you see." Percy snorted, and Piper stopped the playful act. "But in all serious, why'd you think I might be Annabeth?" Percy didn't particularly want to tell Piper the real reason he'd been hopeful she'd be a certain blonde, because for one thing the Seven would probably know by the end of the day if Piper thought it was big news (which it probably was) and even if Percy told her to keep it a secret, she'd probably be insufferable.

"Well," he started, thinking on the spot, "I was expecting her to call…"

"O-kay," Piper said, clearly not believing the excuse. "Well, anyway, I was just calling to ask if you were still on for tomorrow night." Percy blinked. Oh, right.

"Uh…yeah, I guess so. I'll see you there." After hanging up, Percy flopped on his bed.

What a night.