A/N: Alright I've decided to write another chapter, this one taken from the scene at the Olympus celebrations at the end of the book. I do not own Percy Jackson.

Where the heck was Percy? Did he manage to get lost again?

I pushed my way through the crowd, looking out for that familiar blue-black hair. Since he saved me, my feelings for him had intensified. They were a mystery. It was definitely not your normal friendship…It had evolved to something deeper, since the quest for the Golden Fleece. I was tired of lying to myself that Percy was just a friend. You could say I was too intelligent to deny it anymore.

The last time I saw him, he was talking to Apollo. He's all grown up now, talking to gods like they were old friends, I thought dryly.

Then, I spotted him chatting with some Aphrodite girls by a refreshment stand. I felt an irrational stab of annoyance. Those girls were just so unbelievably shallow. I watched as they continued hitting on him, one even trying to cuddle up to him. I debated if I should go there and interfere.

Before I could make my way to him, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I spun around, and a boy that I remember vaguely from the Apollo cabin smiled at me.

"Care for a dance, Annabeth…?" the boy asked shyly.

I bit my lip. I really didn't feel like it. I just wanted to talk to Percy. Seeing my hesitation, the boy's face began to fall. I quickly smiled and nodded, not wanting to hurt his feelings. One dance wouldn't hurt, would it?

"I'd be delighted to…?"

"Oh, my name's Jake. "

"Alright Jake, shall we?"

I placed my arms on his shoulders and he grasped my waist, and we began to slow dance. I tried my best to look interested and enthusiastic, but my mind was a million miles away. I scanned the crowd again, and realized I had again lost sight of the elusive Perseus Jackson.

I sighed in annoyance. Jake looked at me, perplexed. "Anything wrong? Do you want to stop, Annabeth?"

I faked a smile and shook my head But I did want to stop. He was kinda cute and all that, but I would never feel the same sense of ease and serenity that I felt if I was with Percy. I guess the right word to describe that feeling was chemistry.

The song ended. Finally, I thought to myself.

I extracted myself from him, and thanked him politely for the dance. He looked a bit disappointed, but I just had to see Percy. I began searching again. Demigods and minor gods kept coming up and asking me for dances, but I turned them all down. I sighed in frustration as I failed again to locate him.

Finally, I saw the subject of all my thoughts that day chatting with some golden haired bimbo. Percy really has become a ladies' man, hasn't he? I know I shouldn't be thinking this way, but I kinda preferred him when he was all dorky and unpopular. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I would have him all to myself.

I didn't care that he was speaking to some girl; I ran over and yelled, "Percy!"

His gaze flickered over to me, and his sea-green eyes bored into mine. For some reason he looked irritated, nervous and mad all at the same time. Then I realized who that "golden haired bimbo" was.

"Mom…?'

Athena turned and looked at me, and turned back to Percy. "I will leave you, for now."

Then, she turned around and strode into the crowd, which parted to admit her as if she was carrying Aegis.

He looked at me and I stared back at him awkwardly. I wanted to break the awkwardness by insulting him, but I just couldn't find the words. Instead, I smiled and asked, "Was she giving you a hard time?"

He seemed to be in deep thought, and replied in a faraway voice, not looking at me. "No, it's fine."

I frowned in irritation. Then, I decided that I did not want to know what my Mom had spoken to him about. I would bet my baseball cap that it had something to do with him staying away from me. I didn't care. I was not going to let my mother dissuade me from hanging out with him.

Then, a gust of wind blew by, and his hair fluttered in the breeze. I caught sight of the grey streaks that looked odd amid the blue black. Instinctively I ran my fingers through the grey hairs, like it was the most natural thing to do. He got these trying to save me, I thought. For some reason I felt incredibly happy at that.

Then I remembered what I had wanted to ask him. "So… what did you want to tell me so badly earlier?" I titled my head, smiling at him.

He looked visibly uncomfortable, and he thought hard. I wished that I could read his mind, like Edward from twilight.

"I was thinking, uh, that we got interrupted at Westover hall, and uh, I think I owe you a dance."

That was obviously not what he had been trying to say. Come one, what goon would say that in front of the Twelve Olympians?

But heck, I liked this one too. I smiled tentatively, and took his hand. "Alright, Seaweed brain."

As he placed his hand gently on my waist and grasped my hand tightly, I felt uncharacteristically warm, as if I had wanted this all the while. I noticed that his palms were no longer sweaty and his was no longer shaking with nervousness. I stopped thinking for awhile there, and just enjoyed the dance.

I don't know what he everybody else heard, but to me it sounded like a soothing melody, the smooth crescendo sounding like the gradual submission to the inevitable that was going to happen.

A/N: Did you guys like it? I enjoyed writing it immensely. Please review it! I want to know if I can write one-shots like these.