Hi again. I'm actually writing this directly after a wrote the first chapter because I realize it was a little short, and I've got some creative juices flowin (I hope), so I figured I might as well write some more. Hopefully you guys liked the first installment enough to continue to this point, and I suppose you have if you're reading this, so thank you!

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Percy:

Wow.

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Wow.

Annabeth is really, really, really beautiful when she's angry. Lucky for me, that seems to be most of the time. I'm glad I didn't say that out loud, because honestly that'd probably just make her even more mad.

We've been dating for a few weeks now, and to the outside person, our relationship probably looked pretty toxic. (Nice word eh? I guess she's been rubbing off on me). One second we can go from being all cute and, well, kissy and stuff, then the next we are at each other's throats. Who would have thought that stealing her dagger mid kiss and running away with it would make her mad? Looking back, it probably wasn't the best idea but oh well.

So you know when in movies, the guy is looking at the girl he loves who's yelling at him in slow motion? But there's no words just some weird love song has he stares at her with a dopey expression on his face? That's very, very close to the situation I'm in now, except this girl in front of me is aiming a very deadly dagger at me, and I know for a fact that she knows how to use it. While she would never actually kill me, (even though she knows my Achilles spot), It doesn't make it any less scary.

At first, being that my head tends to be full of kelp, I tried defending myself, letting it escalate to a point where I even start yelling things back at her. But then, after a few minutes I get to the point that I was describing, y'know, the whole movie thing? You get the idea.

You probably find yourself asking, "What does the noble, heroic, devilishly handsome Percy Jackson do in these situations?" Well, let me tell yoouu.

I stop, run my hand through my hair sheepishly, and shoot the classic Jackson grin and, quite heroically I like to think, say a "Sorry Annabeth", and accept defeat.

I don't know why but it seems like she can never stay mad at me when I do that, and boy am I glad, because even though she is absolutely stunning when she's mad, just imagine what I think when she's actually kissing me.

Yeah, exactly. I can't believe we are actually together; it only took 4 years for me to realize.