Please read this. This is not a waste of your time, I swear.

As some of you might have noticed, I have changed the original piece written for Fearless. I made the mistake of losing focus of what I want my readers to feel while they read this and I rather wrote a mainstream, typical, lose-the-v-card scene, which is not what I wanted to do at all. So after reexamining my own values and what Percabeth truly stands for, I have made the executive decision to take down the chapter and do some editing. As one of my faithful followers said, "Sometimes there's certain information that doesn't need to be shared". Well put, la bella nunez. Thank you.

I hope you all forgive me and remain patient; this is my first stab at this. All your support is absolutely stunning, and the fact that some of you were brave enough to call my err is astonishing to me. You all seriously keep me checkin my email every twenty minutes and give me something to strive for.

What I am about to say is very personal.

When I started this FanFiction, I was suicidal. I felt alone; I had friends and a boyfriend and a loving family and I was pretty and popular, but for some reason I was cracking up. I would find small comfort in reading wonderful stories like Harry Potter and Percy Jackson, but I flew the pages too quickly and I wound up stuck at a dead end once more, hating myself. I branched out and started to sift through FanFiction, trying to find something to cling to. I found a wonderful community of people, and I began to works way through stories, both the good and the bad. Chances are, I've probably read part or all of some of your works. Once again though, I became dissatisfied and I fell into a depression. The night I wrote and posted the intro was the same night I sat in my room, reading Percy Jackson with Taylor Swift on in the background, wondering why and what purpose I had here and why shouldn't I just end it all. I was jealous of the purpose Percy held; he was vital, he had something worth living for. In a stroke of brilliance, my mind wandered to possible thoughts of Taylor being a demigod. I grabbed my phone and typed it up on my notepad, made an account and posted it. In less than ten minutes I had my first follower. I probably owe them my life- for the first time in weeks I truly felt appreciated.

I began living for follows and favorites, but most of all I loved the reviews. As you notice at the end of all my chapters is the resounding plea for more reviews, because I love the personal interaction. And I still do. I no longer think about hurting myself. I have embraced who I am and I have discovered my passion for writing, and I plan to become a college english professor. I have found purpose. I have found a reason.

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson or the song "Fearless".

"So why didn't you tell us before about this secret smoking hot boyfriend of yours?"

I rolled my eyes at the girl in front of me, who was staring me down with her most demeaning glare. I said nothing, instead turning my attention to the mirror and putting on a little bit of lip gloss.

"Annabeth!" my roommate cried, punching me in the arm.

"Good Lord, Tiffany, calm the hell down!" I said as I tried to walk around her, giving her oversized skirt a large berth. Unfortunately, she merely sidestepped and I was once again trapped by the hot pink mass of sequins and tulle that took up a fourth of the women's bathroom of the Charente Hotel in San Francisco. Sighing irritably, I avoided the gaze of my friend looking expectantly at me while I delicately stared at the light fixture above our heads.

I should have expected this. Going to an all ladies boarding school, the slightest mention of a boy would send the entire dorm into a rampage of giggling and gossiping girls, running amuck on some sort of weird sugar high. For this reason I had never mentioned Percy to my schoolmates; I wasn't keeping it a secret necessarily, but I simply didn't want to deal with the stampede of inquisitive girls who wanted to know every last detail of my relationship, not to mention have any of them develop a certain likeness to Percy. No, I had thought it best to keep my boyfriend on the down low. But when prom season rolled around and all the girls had started to collect dates from the nearby male academy, the girls quickly noticed that I had not snatched up my own well-mannered preppy boy to take me to the dance. Assuming I was going stag, the girls tried to herd me into the right direction, suggesting that I go with this boy or perhaps that one. But I just smiled and assured them that the situation was well taken care of.

I should've known that when I walked into the hall with my arm linked with Percy's that they would've quite literally freaked out. However, for some reason I thought that everyone would be so terribly preoccupied with their own dates that Percy and I would have been able to peacefully eat dinner, try to dance to a few songs but end up looking like idiots, make our way to dessert and hit the road and be able to say, "Yeah sure, we went to prom."

No such luck.

Which is how I found myself in a fancy bathroom, hair done up in a fancy knot with a dark charcoal asymmetrical dress on, bejeweled with silver and diamonds and wearing painfully tall shoes, with Tiffany who wanted the 'whole story'.

Hurray for Annabeth.

"Look, is it such a crime that I didn't tell you about my boyfriend-"

"Yes!"

"Well, I can't say that I'm sorry! Look at what's happened now that you go know!" I gestured to Tiffany, whose face had turned cherry red. "Really. This is ridiculous."

"Just tell me about him!" whined Tiffany, her brown eyes pleading.

I looked around at my friend's puppy dog face, obviously dying for even the tiniest bit of gossip to cling to before I would fill her in later.

"Fine," I huffed. "What do you want to know?"

"What's his name?"

"Percy Jackson," I said grudgingly.

"Ooooohhh, Annabeth Jackson sounds good!" I merely glared at her, and she had the good grace to look ashamed.

"How long have you been dating?" Tiffany asked breathlessly; this was probably the most exciting part of her night so far. Half Indian and half Caucasian, she had lovely russet skin and an exotic complexion... and the most inquisitive nature of the entire, minuscule population of Stanton's Academy.

"Two years..." I said guiltily.

"Two years?" Tiffany whisper-shrieked, looking both excited and appalled. "How could you not tell me, Annabeth! We've shared a room all of this year!"

"I know..."

"Seriously, if he wasn't so damn cute I'd murder you right here."

"Hey!" I said, objecting to her calling my boyfriend cute.

"Just stating the facts," she said, holding her hands up.

"Can I go now, Tif?" I asked warily.

"Hahahaha... no," she said. "I'm not done with you. "Where did you meet? Is he a good kisser? How far have you gone? How many-"

"Stop!"

"Sorry," she said, not looking sorry at all. "Well since you aren't cooperating, I suppose I'll let you get back to your man. But Monday," she said, jabbing her finger at me, "you won't be so lucky! Any other huge, earth-shattering secrets I should know about?"

Well, I'm half human for starters. I slay monsters on a regular basis. My boyfriend can control water. I still think Zac Efron is extremely attractive. I have a weapon on me. I'm addicted to Harry Potter FanFaction.

"No."

"Good!" she said, And with a final look in the mirror and a twirl of hot pink, she whirled out of the bathroom with her heels clicking all the way back to the dance floor. I followed suit.

I found Percy at a table being shamelessly flirted with by a girl named Monica, which was making both Percy and her date look extremely uncomfortable.

"Hey, Monica, he's taken," I said simply as I took the chair next to Percy, who looked wildly relieved to see me. Monica smiled sheepishly and got up from the table, her date trailing dutifully behind her.

"Back from interrogation?" Percy asked with a grin, taking my hand.

"Yes," I said grimly. "It wasn't the most pleasurable experience. Look," I said, meeting Percy's gaze. "I feel bad that you flew all the way our here for my prom, but I'm really not enjoying myself. Like, at all."

"Oh thank gods, me neither," Percy said happily. "What do you say we ditch this place and go get pizza or something?"

"Let's do it," I said, eyeing Tiffany who was dancing with her date and motioning us to join them.

The doorman ushered us outside, where the night sky was clouded over by thick clouds that put heaving raindrops on the streets of San Francisco. Linking my arm with Percy's, he walked me to the car and kept us both dry in the torrential rain.

"Okay," Percy said after we had both gotten in the car, absentmindedly running his hands through his hair. "Can we both agree that prom is over rated?"

"Definitely," I agreed, grinning at him. He started the car and peeling out of the parking spot.

We navigated through the city, up and down hills and over cable car tracks. Finally, we left city limits and headed toward suburbia where I lived in the summers with my dad. Percy had gotten a hotel room out there rather than in the city in attempt to keep nightly rates down.

Leaving the roar of the city behind us, I allowed myself to savor the moment. I didn't know how it got better than this. Percy drove slow and we said little, though so much was being exchanged between us. Being in a long distance relationship, most with conversation to make up for lost time. However, communication wasn't the problem; there was texting and video chat and cell phones. No, the real problem was the physical separation. The been able to truly be together, to be able to hold hands and snuggle and kiss and just sit in the same room and breathe the same air. I couldn't just call Percy up and sit in silence together. It would seem odd and somewhat pointless. But this incredible time together was almost intoxicating, almost too much, like a caffeine buzz and a brain freeze at the same time. I wanted to stay right here in this passenger seat, and in this moment. I wanted to capture it, remember it.

Percy put his eyes on me. "It's 10:30. Lets get something to eat and we can eat at my hotel, sound good?"

"Sounds good," I said, rearranging my skirt around my legs.

Twenty minutes later we pulled up to the hotel with sausage and mushroom pizza in the backseat. I got out of the car and was immediately greeted by a gust of wind that hurled raindrops at me. Steadying myself on the car, I looked down at the pavement which glowed with the fresh rainfall. There's something about the way the street looks when it's just rained. It washed away all the dirt and grime, leaving the asphalt a lovely silver color, much prettier than any marble, and certainly prettier than the fancy dance floor tonight. Suddenly, the girl who basically had avoided dancing the whole night was overcome by the urge to ask Percy to dance in the middle of the parking lot. And I don't know why, but with him I'd dance in a storm in my best dress.

He knew it too. Percy just shook his head and chuckled. "Annabeth, you are... probably the oddest person I've ever met." He walked over and have a little mock bow, and I grinned at him and curtseyed back. After kicking my heels to the curb, we began to turn, the rain quickly matting Percy's hair and making the silk of my dress cling to my body.

"We're wet?" I asked questioningly, wondering why the usually dry son of Poseidon was soaked to the bone.

"What's the point of dancing in the rain if we stay dry?" he teased. "Plus, you see this thing in movies all the time, and they're never conveniently dry. Haven't you see The Notebook?"

"Yes, I have," I said, both impressed and suspicious that he had too.

"Nico and I had a movie night once," Percy explained guiltily. "Watched Titanic, The Notebook, and Mean Girls. Oh, and Tangled," Percy said. "But don't tell Nico I told you. We were going to kept that a secret."

"Oh, I won't tell anyone," I said, laughing. "Did you cry during The Notebook?"

"No," Percy admitted, "Though I teared up a bit when Flynn Rider died."

"He comes back!" I protested as I tucked my head against Percy's chest.

"Yeah, but you didn't know that!"

I just laughed as Percy held me close, both of us swaying to the nonexistent music. There was a short pause before Percy spoke again.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"You just did, Seaweed Brain."

"Okay, you know what I mean."

"Yes, I do. What's your question?"

"Well..." Percy's grip on my waist tightened ever so slightly, suddenly seeming nervous. "I've... I guess I've just been thinking a lot about us lately."

I frowned. This didn't sound good. "Is everything okay?"

"Okay? Gods, more than okay. Everything's perfect," he said, giving my hand a squeeze. "That's why I've been thinking so much. I've been think about the future. Us, together."

"Oh?" I said, caught off guard. Tiffany's voice rang through my head; If a girl think about the future with her boyfriend, she's normal. If a boy thinks about the future with his girlfriend, he's serious...

"Yeah. I mean, you're off to Harvard for gods sake, and I'm-"

"Going to Arizona University," I said, beaming. Percy had received a full ride to AU on a swimming scholarship,and he had already decided to major in history and become a teacher. I couldn't have been more proud.

"It's an awful long ways away from Harvard," he said quietly.

"Well, yes, but it's just-"

"It's 2,673 miles away."

"We'll be able to visit-"

"It takes one day and eighteen minutes of continuous driving." Percy and I stopped swaying, and stood opposite each other, face to face. Six years ago we had stood like this, sizing each other up for the first time. I had been a whole head taller than him and had informed him that he drooled in his sleep.

This time, I went for something a little more tactful. Percy was looking deliberately at the ground, avoiding my gaze, and obviously not spitting out whatever he really wanted to say.

"Hey," I said softly, barely audible over the patter of rain around us. I cupped his face in my hands and tilted his head up to meet mine. "We'll be okay. We've always been okay. Why would this be any different?"

"Because," he whispered, raw honesty shinning in his wonderful green eyes. "That was the past. We aren't like we were. We've... evolved or something."

"We're in love," I said, drawing closer and to him. His hands fastened around my wrists.

"Is that what this is?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Marry me," he said after a moment.

"What?"

"Marry me," he said fearlessly, looking the most excited he had all night. "Come on, we can do this. We're eighteen. We're legal."

"You're crazy-"

"We're crazy. The worlds crazy."

"Percy."

"Let's go, let's just sign the papers tonight, and-"

"Percy."

"And tell our parents later. They don't need to know."

"Percy."

"What?" Percy's eyes focused again and he licked his lips anxiously. All I could do was stare at him through the rain, wondering why my boyfriend was losing it.

"All I want is for us to be together. Forever," he said, and my heart soared. "And life's coming at us fast, I mean really fast. Harvard and college, and I'm training for the Olympics and 2,673 miles... its too much for me. I need something to hold us together." Percy stopped talking and looked at me expectantly.

"I need something too," I whispered. "But trust me, the answer isn't getting married. Getting married is being together, Percy. A sheet of paper isn't going to make you feel better, a sheet of paper won't make me laugh. Unless we're together, it doesn't mean anything. Someday, Percy, I promise. Not tonight though."

We were silent for what could have been a second or an hour.

"You're right," Percy said. "They don't call you Wise Girl for nothing."

"No, I suppose they don't," I said quietly. Percy covered my lips with his, our kiss was slow and tender, comforting and full of hope and promises.

Ten minutes later we sat on Percy's bed, eating pizza. Percy had dried us off once we got inside and he threw his suit in the closet, changing into flannel pajama bottoms. I had tossed my dress over the chair and was happily bundled up in Percy's too-big sweatshirt, covering me well past my thighs. We sat Indian style an snuggled into each others shoulders on the fluffy comforter, eating the pizza straight out of the box.

"Here, I'll eat your crust," Percy said as I was about to throw the last scrap of my slice back in the box. I handed it to him and went for another piece, thoroughly impressed with the run down Pizza Hut we had gotten it from.

"Annabeth?" Percy asked thickly around a mouthful of food.

"Hmm?"

"Where are you supposed to be staying tonight?"

I swallowed my pizza pensively; I hadn't thought about it. I had planned on going back to my dorm, but since I was closer to my dads house it made more sense to stay there. Of course, there was another option too...

Percy seemed to be thinking along the same lines as me. "Look, I fly out tomorrow morning. We won't see each other until camp, where you know we won't get any satisfactory alone time."

"I could tell Tiffany I was at my dads house... And my dad would assume I went back to the dorms."

We grinned at each other. This is what we so desperately craved; company, alone time. We climbed under the covers and talked until dawn began to creep over the horizon. Snuggled into Percy's bare torso, I inhaled his scent as his chest rising and falling as e talked. Talked about the future, all of our hopes and dreams together. We talked about the Olympics, his incredibly good chances of qualifying and how on earth we were going to handle that separation. Percy asked me about me early acceptance into Harvard, how I started my first semester shortly after the school year ended. Sometimes we didn't say much; just laid there and listened to two heard beating and the sound of each others breath. When we finally called it a night, Percy gave me a kiss goodnight and pulled me in closely, his skin warm against mine. We feel asleep wound around each other, holding hands like in a fairy tale. Though we didn't know it then, it was the beginning of the rest of our lives. It was flawless. It was fearless.

I woke up the next morning tangled with Percy's limbs as he snored softly. He looked really cute when he slept, even if a little drooling did occur. After a breakfast of cold pizza Nd hot coffee and a round frantic packing, I saw Percy off at the airport with a kiss goodbye at security and a promise that he would text me as soon as his flight landed. I missed him already.

When I walked into my dorm at noon, I had been hoping with all my might that Tiffany would be still sleeping.

"Annabeth Chase!"

Of course she wasn't.

"You're just getting home?"

"Hello, Tiffany."

"Annabeth! Of all the scandalous things-"

"I was at my dads house."

"Yeah, right," she said, rolling her eyes. "Heard that before. Wait!" Her eyes widened. "Oh. My. God. You slept with him didn't you?!"

"Of course not-"

"You did!"

"No, I-"

"Annabeth!"

I sighed, knowing that the more I protested, the more Tiffany would read into it. What did I care what she thought I did, anyway? All that mattered to me was Percy. My Seaweed Brain.

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