I DID NOT BREAK MY NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION! My resolution was to not take longer than a month to update, and it's been a month TODAY. So, hey, I didn't break it!

Haha… sorry it took me so long… I can't help it. I know what you're thinking: "Yes you can! Just sit down and effing write!" but I really can't! I have ADHD BAD.

Here's my writing process.

1)Get my computer out 2) get my flashdrive 3) flashdrive decides not to work 4) take it out, put it in again 5)still doesn't want to work 6) bang it on table 7) put it back in 8) it works 9) click on the chapter I started a week ago 10) it has a half of page 11) groan and read it to get the feel of the chapter 12) get the feel, write 3 paragraphs 13)roll around on the bed for a little bit 14) write a few more paragraphs 15)play on my Ipad 16) write a few MORE paraghraphs 17)spell paragraphs wrong 18) brush my teeth 19) actually get to a good part and write a whole PAGE 20) go downstairs and get some bologna, but realize it tastes horrible because I just brushed my teeth 21) barely get a paragraph out 22) dance around my room singing Pretty Girl Rock 23) sleep with exhaustion 24) wake up and see the laptop 25) procrastinate and say I'll finish the chapter tomorrow 26) repeat for the next month

It's a pretty ADHD filled process. I really CAN'T help it.

Okay, and now that that's over with, I think that a few of you reviewers hunted me down, got inside my brain, and figured out EXACTLY what the next chapter was. It kind of creepy because I have had these 2 chapters planned out since the beginning of the story. And some anonymous reviewer comes out and says, "Well maybe you should do this: (this chapter) You have my permission to put it in the story!)

Well, I love you guys, but this was already DECIDED by me last year (long time, huh? This is an OLD story) so I want you to know, you might have gotten inside my head, but it's still my idea. And I'm still going to use it. But I'm glad you came up with it too :P

Okay, so I worked ALL DAY on this chapter. I'm sorry it's short, but I have a New Year's Resolution to keep up with. Leave me alone and just read the chaoter. It has lots of Percabeth.

I opened my tired, groggy eyes as my body floated into consciousness. Bright light flooded into my vision, temporarily blinding me. I groaned and turned in the bed, away from the light, stuffing my pillow over my head. My body ached with fatigue and my mind was fuzzy from sleep. All I could process is that I REALLY hoped it was Saturday.

To my right something radiated heat, contrary to the cold room. I moved the pillow off my head and moved closer to the heat, eyes closed. I found another pillow and laid my head on it. Relaxing, I gave a small sigh of happiness. Sleep was all I needed. All I could hear was the rustle of leaves outside, the heater on in the room, warm breath in my face...

Wait.

Warm breath?

My eyes shot open. It took them a moment to adjust before realizing another human face was inches from mine. I jumped back, alarmed, almost falling backwards off the bed. It took me a moment of staring at the person in horror to recognize who it was.

Annabeth was lying in the bed, fast asleep. Her blonde curls spread across the pillow and her face perfectly relaxed; there was no scowl, no harsh glares. She looked almost... innocent. Like a puppy.

I smiled inwardly as I thought about comparing Annabeth to a scrawny Chihuahua.

I looked up and glanced around the cabin. When I saw the sofa and the organization of it all I knew it wasn't mine. I began to panic, my happy feeling going away. Why was I here? Where was here? Why were Annabeth and I sleeping in the same bed here?

I looked down at myself.

Clothes: check.

My fears were dismissed. So then why was I there?

Last night came flooding back to me like a splash of cold water on my face. Annabeth waking me up, Annabeth bringing me to her cabin, Annabeth kissing me...

I looked down at her once more, shocked at the memory.

Had she really kissed me? It all seemed like a dream, a distant memory, a miracle. I reached out to touch Annabeth's arm. It was real. She did like me. My mind wasn't creative enough to come up with something as vivid as kissing Annabeth. It just wasn't.

She looked so peaceful sleeping there. It was funny, throughout all our movie watching and study circles in my cabin every night she never fell asleep. When everyone else had, she didn't. She had always been the one waking us up and telling us to stay awake. She never seemed tired either.

She never seemed tired…

I looked down at her, eyes wide.

She told me why she was never tired. Her ability. She could feel pain in her sleep.

"Annabeth!" I exclaimed.

I reached over and tried to shake her awake. I didn't know why she wasn't screaming and crying, but personally, I wasn't going to take that chance.

"Annabeth!" I cried again, shaking her even harder.

Please wake up, please wake up.

"Come on Annabeth!" I shook her helplessly," Wake up!"

Her head lolled over, completely unconscious. There was no response.

Was this the kind of thing like Mark? Did I have to wait until she woke up? But she just slept yesterday! She said she was good for another 3 months…

I looked around the room helplessly. How could I wake her up? I barely knew anything about her ability's side effects! I needed someone who did…

A thought sprang into my head.

Should I take her to Mark?

Mark was probably the most knowledgeable of her ability since he hid her every 3 months. But I wasn't sure I could find the infirmary again through the Maze, especially carrying Annabeth's unconscious body. I wouldn't want to get lost in there with her; I had no idea what kind of medical attention she might need.

I mentally slapped myself. Why was I so stupid to fall asleep? She said she wasn't going to sleep, but she obviously did! I don't know what happened there! Maybe she just got tired. But she never gets tired. Maybe she fell unconscious again. But she said that wouldn't happen for another 3 months. Maybe-

"Percy?"

I snapped my head around.

Annabeth was blinking her eyes open, trying to get in a sitting position.

"Annabeth!" I exclaimed, reaching out and touching her arm, "Are you okay?"

She looked around the room, confused, "Did I fall asleep?"

I nodded.

She looked up at me, her stormy grey eyes swirling with confusion. Her mouth was slightly agape, and I could tell her mind was moving a thousand miles an hour, trying to understand something.

"You're saying I fell asleep?" she asked incredulously.

I nodded again.

She brought her hand up to her face, running it through her messy blonde curls. Her face was painted with astonishment.

"I didn't have any nightmares."

Silence.

That took a moment to sink in.

"What?"

She looked down at the ground, shaking her head. She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it.

"I didn't have any nightmares," she repeated, just as shocked as I was.

I was confused beyond belief. She told me she always had nightmares when she slept, right? She couldn't be exaggerating; she did train herself not to sleep for three months. So what was so different about here and now? It was her cabin. The only thing different was me…

But why would I change anything?

"Well, maybe that's not really a bad thing," I suggested.

Annabeth's head snapped up, swirling gray eyes meeting mine. I will admit my heart did skip a beat; those eyes had grown on me since I first saw them. Her mouth was open, as if she was going to say something, but no words came out. She finally just let a breath out and closed it. She bit her lip and looked down, blonde curls falling in her face.

Before I could stop myself, I reached out and tucked them behind her ear tenderly. Annabeth's eyes flicked up to my face as my hand hovered over her ear. She gave a small smile, stormy eyes lightening. I smiled back at her, putting my hand down.

"I think we have more to talk about than my lack of nightmares," Annabeth whispered, reaching for my hand.

I grinned, lacing my fingers through hers.

"I think we do."

I leaned forward and captured her lips with mine. It was a sweet, tender kiss doing all the talking. Annabeth smiled into my lips, wrapping her arms around my neck and leaning back onto the bed. I hovered over her, hands on her waist.

After a while we pulled away, but I kept my forehead against hers. Neither of us dared to open our eyes, letting silence take over us. All that was heard was our steady, rhythmic breathing.

I sighed.

"I'm so glad it's Saturday."

I felt Annabeth smile.

"Percy!" Chiron yelled "Register your emotions!"

I mumbled something foul under my breath as I stood in the frigid winter air by the beach. I was at one of my 'training sessions' with Chiron again.

"We already know that anger triggers your second ability Percy," Chiron reminded me, "but whenever you become angry you never realize how you trigger your ability. You need to register your emotions and make it work!"

I was trying; I just had something completely different on my mind.

Annabeth.

Whenever I tried to focus on something, her face would pop up in my mind. Her eyes, her hair, her lips…

"PERCY!" Chiron boomed, "Concentrate!"

I sighed and closed my eyes, pushing Annabeth out of my head. I had to do this. The faster I got this over with, the faster I got to see Annabeth again.

I focused on the area around me. I could smell the freshwater smell of the river; I could feel the bone-chilling winter air. Dense fog hung over us, making my clothes slightly damp. All I could hear was my own breathing. There was no lapping of water on the shore, no birds; even Chiron was somehow controlling his breathing.

First step: locate the water.

Water was everywhere. It was in the river in front of me, it hung in the air; it was even in the damp sand beneath my toes.

I decided the river was the best.

Second step: be one with the water.

With my eyes still closed, I blocked everything else but the river. I could feel its hugeness, its superiority. It seemed so simple, yet it was buzzing with molecules and made of billions of individual droplets. But together they made one giant object: water.

Final step: Move the water.

Everything had to work together. For anything to happen, everything had to be one. It was one giant team to control, like an entire race. But together, it could do anything.

Up.

I could feel the molecules netting together, the droplets becoming a whole. They were all listening, all working together. The whole was becoming bigger and bigger, slowly beginning to elevate.

"Percy!" Chiron exclaimed, "It's working!"

My eyes shot open. A few yards out into the river a glob of water hovered over the surface.

I grinned madly.

"Can you make it go any higher?" Nico asked impatiently.

I swiped a bead of sweat off my forehead.

"Stop complaining," I spat back, "I just figured this out literally an hour ago."

All of us sat in a circle in my cabin, a glass of water in the middle. I had made all the water hover about a foot over the glass, but it took a lot of concentration, and Nico wasn't helping.

I heard Annabeth quietly laughing in the corner.

"You are not helping," I grumbled.

She just grinned at me.

I felt Thalia looking conspicuously between the two of us and dropped the water back into the cup.

"Percy? Annabeth?" Thalia narrowed her eyes at us "Did something… happen since the last time we saw you two?"

Annabeth and I exchanged a glance of surprise and horror.

"I take that as a yes."

I watched Annabeth as she sat on my bed, doing homework. After Thalia ratted us out, Annabeth and I were forced to confess. At first they all thought we had had something going on for a long time, but we convinced them we hadn't. I had laughed when Juniper hugged Annabeth so hard she knocked her over. They were all pretty happy about it, like supportive friends should be. The guys were kind of disappointed we couldn't all look at hot girls together anymore, which I had to quickly come in and explain to Annabeth that it was a joke.

Leave it to the guys to mess up my relationship in less than a day.

They all left a while after, but Annabeth came back a few minutes later. I made fun of her for not being able to be without me for a long, and she punched me in the gut.

I sat there at my desk, watching Annabeth doing homework on my bed.

"What are you staring at?" she asked, not bothering to look up from her paper.

"You," I answered simply.

She glanced at me and gave a small smile, warming her eyes a bit.

"Why don't you do your homework?" she suggested.

"Too busy," I replied, getting up from the chair and walking to the bed.

"Doing what?" she teased.

I collapsed on the bed next to her.

"Stuff," I replied.

She gave me an annoyed look, "Like what?"

"I'm debating whether I should kiss you or not."

She smiled at me and brushed my bangs away from my face. She was exceptionally beautiful today. She wore a green lacrosse shirt and athletic shorts, despite the cold. Her curls were pulled up into an extremely messy bun, and as usual, not a bit of makeup covered her face. She looked exceptionally casual, but still radiated enough beauty to make any guy in his right mind to fall to his knees. I wondered how she did it.

I felt especially tied to Annabeth now that I knew her ability. There were no more secrets between us anymore. I knew her shaky past, her harsh ability. I felt like we understood each other, both having parents that abandoned us. I knew, no matter what, I could tell her anything.

I leaned over and kissed her exposed stomach where her shirt had ridden up.

"Why don't you take a break from homework for a while?" I suggested.

Annabeth laughed.

"What have you got in mind?" she teased, smiling.

I hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her to me.

"I've got a few tricks up my sleeve."

PERCABETH FLUFF. It makes me feel all warm and fluffy inside...

Okay, so now, under the circumstances, I'm going to have to take this out again.

I DON'T DO LEMONS.

Period. End of conversation. No exceptions. So don't ask me to. I DON'T WANT TO!

And also, now that Annabeth's ability is out there, that doesn't give you any excuse to read chapter 20, find out her ability, go back to chapter 19, and review me saying you think it's going to be overactive consciousness. It's just kind of stupid, you know? If over a thousand reviewers before you couldn't figure it out, and now that it's out there you automatically "guess" it, I know you're lying. And besides, there's nothing to base your guess on. I completely made her ability up in the back of my head. So when you come up with the exact words "overactive consciousness" I know something is up. I'm sorry if I sound kind of mean, but it's kind of just plain stupid, ya know? And it's kind of abusing the privilege of knowing Annabeth's ability.

Haha sorry guys. I tolf you I fell all warm and fluffy inside! I juts have some teenage angst becasue MY PARENTS LEFT ME TO GO ON A CRUISE TO THE BAHAMAS!

Grrrrrr...

And guys go check out chapter 1 and 2 again! I rewrote them. I was so embarrassed when I reread everything I had to go back and fix them. Hopefully I'll have chapter 3 and 4 rewritten soon, but PLEASE go check them out! You'll get a much better feel of Goode this time!

And also, now that I'm becoming more of an art junkie, I found this AMAZING artist Leoniod Afremov. His paintings are COMPLETELY GORGEOUS and I COMPLETELY recommend looking him up. Even if you don't like art, just try it. I guarantee you'll LOVE them. My profile pic is actually my favorite painting of his :P

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