Yehey! It's our summer vacation! Wooo! Okay. Anyways, I want all of you to vote on my poll. Yeahh. Just do it. Anyways, some of these parts were ideas of my friend like the first scene. Yeah, only the first scene. And yeah, sorry for the inappropriate words form the second scene.

And also I'm so sorry for not updating for so long because of the Error 2 thing but an author figured out how to solve that problem and now I'm back. I should've posted this a week ago.

And can I also ask if who wants to be my Beta Reader? Just PM about it. I think I need one. :D

Disclaimer: I do not claim to own Percy Jackson, and the line I used to the fourth scene from The Last Olympian, you know, what Annabeth said before they kissed. :D

Tuesday.

Wednesday.

Percy keeps on getting sullen as Annabeth's flight was approaching. He stared intently at the ceiling while he was lying on his bed with his boxers. Two days have passed and he just had a bad Wednesday night for Percy. He and Annabeth had another fight. He mentally slapped himself causing the fight. He knew he had a chance. But he definitely blew it. He still wasn't making a move to her. He wondered if Annabeth didn't like him too because of his actions. "What are you thinking?" Alice asked as she sat on her bed.

Percy shook his head but Alice knew he was thinking… about Annabeth. "You'll miss her." It wasn't a question. It was a statement, and Alice didn't bother asking it because she already knew that he is missing her already. Percy didn't bother answer or talk; he wasn't in the mood for that. One of the signs that Percy was thinking of something, specifically Annabeth.

"Are you losing hope?" Alice asked. She knew the fight was the cause of his… silence. She also knew that Luke liked Annabeth. "Yeah, I think you are."

Alice sighed, "Percy, there's still hope. You know Annabeth doesn't like Luke."

"But what if Annabeth would start to like Luke?"

"The problem is Percy, you're thinking negatively. And of course, being negative might be pulling your hope down. On the positive side, you should think that she might like you back. Try to make her remaining days as the best days she can have." Alice explained. "Being positive is what makes you determined. You wouldn't want Luke to get her attention, do you?"

"No." Percy shook his head.

"Then you should go for it. And even though Luke is taking Annabeth to the dance tomorrow night. It doesn't mean that she likes him. She said it herself, she doesn't like him." Alice said simply. "Anyways, it's getting a bit late." Alice closed the lamps, "Good night, Percy. Don't let the bed bugs bite."

"Yeah, don't let them bite." Percy said smiling.

Percy felt new strength course through him. He wouldn't Luke be an obstacle for him… for his love to Annabeth. Yeah, he admits it. He is in love with Annabeth. He was becoming confused with himself. At first, he hated Annabeth guts. Her guts that ruined his plans. He was supposed to be doing his swimming activity in a clubhouse. But one knock—actually two knocks—from a girl named Annabeth Chase changed his life.

Annabeth was in her room, thinking of the same things. In her entire life, she would fall in love here in Italy. It was ludicrous to think that the city of love would to do that to her. And of all the boys here in Italy, Percy Jackson was the lucky guy. She definitely has to rethink her actions especially when she's with Percy. It was stubborn attitude that prolongs their fights. But she kept asking herself, 'Why Percy Jackson?' She'd wanted to know why him. So, she enumerated the things that made her like him on a piece of paper. As soon as Annabeth was finished, she put the paper aside, she was too lazy to stand up and throw it away. There was a voice nagging on her head that Percy might see it soon but she was sleepy enough to stay on her bed and ignore the nagging voice. Annabeth closed her lamp and drifted to sleep.

Five knocks would've been enough—more than enough, actually. It was ten o'clock in the morning, yet Annabeth wasn't downstairs sipping her coffee. It wasn't Annabeth's nature to oversleep. 'Oh, crap.' Percy thought. His mind was being paranoid. He thought Annabeth was being raped by Luke or gotten kidnapped, or Annabeth chose to leave early, or he was just being plain paranoid. He chose to be 'just being plain paranoid' rather than the choices he thought of. He went downstairs with his mind panicking. He asked for an extra key to Annabeth's room. He went back upstairs and tried the key. And sure enough the door opened.

Percy was just being paranoid. Annabeth was 'oversleeping'. Percy moved closer and sat on the floor beside Annabeth. Percy chuckled silently; he would love to give her a makeover (if Annabeth had a makeup case). But he wouldn't want to ruin her cute sleeping face. Strands of her hair were covering her face. Percy tucked the strands behind her ear. Percy was smiling on her angelic face. Annabeth started groaning and moved her hands to rub her eyes. 'Uh-oh.' Percy thought. Her eyes flickered open and the first thing—or person—she saw was, "Percy?" Annabeth croaked.

Percy shuffled in his position and stuttered, "I uh… was uh… crap." He muttered the last part. "I was trying to wake you up. Grandma's waiting for you." Percy smiled, hoping she'd buy it. But the part about Alice was true.

Annabeth sat up, stretched, and yawned. Percy bit his lip to avoid getting seduced. Annabeth turned to Percy and asked, "What time is it?"

"Ten o'clock."

"Oh, shit." Annabeth grabbed her wristwatch and saw that it was already 10:23 am. "Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit." She quickly stood up. "Crap, I overslept."

Annabeth ran towards her suitcase and took some clothes and rushed towards the bathroom. Percy chuckled, stood up, paced around the room for a while, sat on Annabeth's bed, and absent-mindedly looked around the room. And on Annabeth's luck, Percy found something that caught his eye. A paper with his name written on it. He took the paper curiously and read it thoroughly:

Percy Jackson

1. His smile

2. His laugh

3. His "always" messy hair

4. His sarcasm

5. His gestures

6. His childish-ness

7. His retorts to my insults

8. His illogical thinking

9. The way he pisses me off

10. His sea green eyes.

When Percy finished reading, you wouldn't imagine how big his smile was. "Annabeth likes me?" he whispered to himself. Unless it was written by someone and Annabeth got it somewhere. He was pretty much sure this was Annabeth's. He was thinking of ten things he liked about Annabeth. Her beautiful smile, the way she randomly laughs, her curly hair that even a curler wouldn't be able to achieve, her sleeping figure, the way she looks when she gets bored, her being matured, her insults that makes Percy think of illogical retorts, her intelligence, the nickname Seaweed Brain, and her beautiful grey eyes. Percy was debating if he was to put it on the back of the paper so Annabeth would see, but he didn't.

Percy can't hide his happiness. He'd wanted to go down to Alice and show it to her. He also wanted to shove the paper right into Luke's face. He was now fidgeting while he was seated. He heard the door creaked open. Annabeth went out while she was drying herself with a towel. "I'm really sorry for oversleeping." Annabeth apologized.

"No, no. it's fine." Percy said grinning.

Annabeth was putting on her owl earrings and noticed something. "Why are you grinning like that? You're scaring me."

Percy walked in closer to Annabeth and whispered, "I just discovered something, and it's nothing really."

Annabeth felt his breath trickle down her neck. "Are you trying to be seductive or are you trying to seduce me?" Annabeth asked him suspiciously with narrowed eyes.

Percy shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not. Are you being seduced?" Percy asked with raised eyebrows.

"No, Seaweed Brain." Annabeth lied, she was actually being seduced.

Percy went to the door and said, "Can you speed up? Grandma's waiting."

Percy went out. Annabeth looked at herself on the mirror and muttered, "Oh, Gods. What the hell is wrong with me?"

"So," Rachel said. "why did you call me? And how the heck did you know about this place? It's me and Luke's secret."

"But there are kids…" Percy reasoned.

"Yeah, we tell the kids. Luke and I have this storytelling program at night. We tell the kids about this place."

"And yet you keep this a secret?"

Rachel opened he mouth to say something but changed her mind, "Oh, never mind."

"I didn't know that you have a storytelling program." Percy imagined Rachel opening a book and Luke reading the rest which made Percy shudder.

"Well, it's because you're not a kid."

"Oh."

"So, why did you call me for?" Rachel asked. "I still have a storytelling to do tonight."

"Well, I actually don't know why I called you—"

"What?" Rachel said exasperated. "You just wasted one-fourth of my time, I'm leaving." Rachel walked away but Percy stopped her.

"Wait." Rachel turned around with her hands on her waist. "I need some advice."

"What advice?"

Percy was shuffling his feet. He was embarrassed. "Girl advice." He said the word 'girl' disgustingly.

"Annabeth?" Rachel guessed.

"How'd you know?"

"It was pretty obvious that you like her? Unless you're talking about me."

Silence.

"I was kidding about the last part." Rachel smiled. "So, what about her?"

"Well, she's leaving next week. I want to try and ask her out. But I don't know how."

Rachel nodded and pursed her lips to think. "Alright." Rachel sat down beside Percy. "I don't claim to know Annabeth that much but the only advice I'm going to give you is…" Percy waited. "Be yourself." Rachel said simply.

"That's it?" Percy asked.

"Uh-huh." Rachel nodded.

Percy thought about it and asked, "How can I be myself?"

"Just be the Percy Jackson I know. The handsome, charming, and friendly Percy Jackson that I fell for when we were in high school." Rachel said smiling.

Percy smirked. "Thanks, Rachel."

"Anytime, anytime." Rachel left and Percy went to Annabeth's room.

Annabeth was still typing her story with "Animal" by Neon Trees blaring from her speakers. Annabeth sang and sang. She was having so much fun singing, she didn't notice someone knocking on her door. She rapidly paused her music, bounded to the door, and opened it. "Oh, Percy, Hi!" Annabeth smiled.

"Hey, Wise Girl."

"So, uh… what are you doing here?" Annabeth wondered.

"Uh, I was wondering if we can have dinner at the meadow." Percy bit his lip.

"Tonight?" Annabeth asked.

"No, not tonight. Saturday night."

"Is that a goodbye dinner?"

"Well, no."

"A dinner date?" Annabeth guessed.

Percy blushed, "Yeah, sort of like that."

"Oh, I see."

"So…" Percy started.

"So… what?"

"So… are you going to accept my offer or not?"

Annabeth took her time to think and said, "No."

Percy looked at her with hurt, but why did she accept Luke's? Annabeth laughed and shook her head, "No, no. I didn't mean it that way. I just wanted to see your reaction if I reject your offer."

Percy pouted. "C'mon. You're making this hard for me."

Annabeth snickered, "I am never ever going to make things easy for you, Seaweed Brain. Get used to it." She smiled. "Well, anyways… reserve your Saturday night for me." Annabeth winked at him and closed the door.

Percy felt like he won the lottery. He felt so happy on this day; he danced his way back to his room.

Wow, Percy was being seductive. Hahahaha. Okay whatever. Oh and Alberto will show up on Chapter 8. Somewhere there. Oh yeah, I also do not own Animal. Review?

-BE18