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Smack!

I slammed my hand down on my table, finally squishing the mosquito that had been bothering me for the past hour. You'd think that if Camp could evade rainy days that they'd be able to do something about these damn bugs.

Returning to the sketch of a possible fountain for Apollo Camp was looking to put in, something caught my eye outside the huge bay window that over looked my workspace. I had the perfect view of the eye popping group of pink-clad girls, clustered outside the arena in apparent anticipation. Just as I was wondering what they were waiting for, he walked out. His hair was ruffled and his shirt sweaty from sword practice.

I sighed. Really, this was getting ridiculous. I'd had a crush on him since I was twelve... At at fifteen, my fondness hadn't budged an inch. I mean, Percy had always been cute. But he was getting to be seriously handsome. Handsome enough for the Aphrodite girls to throw themselves at his feet, which made my throat close up in a odd way making it uncomfortable to breathe. As usual, I began to fret that, even though Percy had not ever batted an eye at any of them, maybe this time he would.

I needn't have worried.

As Percy passed by the pack of girls, he didn't even see them until one said, "Hi Percy!" breathlessly, to which Seaweed Brain barely glanced at her and politely said, "Hello". Gods, his obliviousness was so annoying at times, but right now I couldn't love it more.

I released my breath, which I hadn't realized I was holding.

Gods, Annabeth. You got it bad.

Yeah, I sure did. But when am I supposed to do anything about it? We're in the middle of a war and making a move could ruin our friendship, not to mention our combat partnership. And the fear of being rejected... I would be mortified if he turned me down. But the other part of me knows that demigods have precious time on earth, that I should just ask him, or I'd regret not doing anything for the rest of my life. If I knew what was good for me, I'd let go of this delusion and just continue to think of him strictly as a friend before I make a fool out of myself.

But I couldn't help it! The way his hair lies, his sparkling eyes that I could just fall into, on and on... I couldn't stop loving him. It would ruin me if he was with anyone else. I couldn't tell what he was thinking- did he treat me differently than other girls? I felt like he talked to other girls more, smiled and goofed off with them. With me, he always addressed me with courteous detachment and a guarded expression. But his guard would drop sometimes and when he would grin his goofy smile and laugh that lovely laugh of his, my heart just melts. Oh gods, his smile!

My head tells me no. But my heart tells me... Go!

Curse all of this messy, lovey dovey second-guessing going

around in circles shit that we call love. Curse it, curse it!

Why do you like him so much? A tiny voice said in my head. The real reason was so cheesy that I hated thinking about it, but it was the truth; it was what's on the inside. Despite his handsome features, it was his beautiful personality that made my heart skip a beat and my stomach do flip flops.

Oh gods. That was so ridiculously cheesy.

But so true! Every little piece of him was beautiful. The way he was passionate about his quest, how he do vigorously pursued his dreams, how he treated everyone as if they were important. Every quirk I just loved so intensely. It was a bit like if I had been living my whole world in a black and white photograph, and Percy made every thing color, just like-

Oh. Holy. Hera. I just sounded more girly than I ever though possible for a child of Athena.

As I sat there in my stupor, feeling like a silly lump of lovesick mush, one of my siblings dashed in.

"Annabeth!" She panted, looking like she had just run a marathon. "There's... A pack of monsters... On the border." She choked out.

"I'm coming," I said, grabbing my dagger and Yankees cap and trying to clear my head. I couldn't be daydreaming about Percy when I needed to be focused one hundred percent.

Just then though, Percy waltzed into my room.

"Alright, Wise Girl, ready to slice and dice?"

"We're fighting monsters not making an omelette, Percy."

"Yeah, yeah, ruin the fun..." He said rolling his eyes.

"Uh, whatcha looking at?" He asked as I dazed off at him. Embarrassed, I turned away and just said "Your armors crooked."

As he busied himself trying to straighten his breastplate, I yanked my own armor on and laced up my converse.

When we got to the border of Camp, I was ready to go into battle but Percy stopped me.

"Wait," he said. It was a serious sort of wait, like the I need to tell you something important kind.

A million possibilities raced through my head. A profession of love? Maybe he'll ask me out! Or he could ask me to run away with him. Wait, no I wouldn't do that.

"Yes?" I said somewhat anxiously, waiting for him to reply.

"We have to wait here since Chiron told Clarisse to come with us. I'd told her to me us here." Percy smiled and flopped down under Thalia's pine tree.

Ok, not what I had expected.

Hiding my disappointment, I sat down next to him and waited. We were just a story that never gets told. I snuck a look at his beautiful sea green eyes that never looked at me with anything beside camaraderie. What I wouldn't give for him and his beautiful self to come knocking on my front door someday...

"Annabeth?" Percy asked, shattering my daydream.

"Huh?"

"Um, Annabeth, you're looking at me like you're either about to eat me or kiss me, I can't tell." Percy's eyebrows were drawn together with concern. "Are you ok over there?"

"Erm..." I blushed. "Me? Kiss you? In your dreams, kelp head."

In mine too, I silently added.

He opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by a pair of combat boots stomping next to us.

"Come on, losers, we've got people to see, places to go, monsters to slay and fish to fry!"

"Hey!" Percy said, shocked that Clarisse would dare fry a fish.

"Calm your pants, water wings. Lets go! You coming, princess?"

We moved out.

As we marched out, I silently said a prayer to the gods.

Please, if Percy can't be mine, at least let him stay beautiful.

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