A/N: Sorry for not getting this out earlier. I planned to have the whole thing done by the time BoO came out, but I got busy, and then it came out. It should be done in a few more chapters, although how long I'm not sure. Thanks!

Percy

It was around about 6 AM that she woke me up. "What the hell is going on?" All I could hear were cabinets slamming and pans being bashed around.

"Morning! I thought I would make some breakfast. Want some?" She looked at me all innocent-like, so that I couldn't tell if she was serious or not. For starters, who wakes up at 6 AM to make breakfast, and who does that at someone else's house? How did she even know where the stuff was!?

"Um. You do realize that we only got like four hours of sleep…right? I don't know about you, but I'm rather fond of the idea of more."

"Yeah. I've always been a morning person. So you want breakfast? I'm going to make some eggs." For a second I thought about just turning over and going to sleep, but then I thought the whole reason she was here was so we could spend time together. It's still hard to believe she is a she. I never would have guessed.

"Okay. I'll tell you what. I'll eat breakfast with you now IF you let me buy you dinner tonight. I know a really good place a couple blocks away, and we could totally just walk over or get a cab or something."

"That sounds reasonable. But what kind of restaurant. I've always been a fan of sushi." I just kind of looked at her like I didn't know what to say. Of all the things… sushi.

"You know. That's actually the only thing I won't eat."

"Really? Why? I understand people not eating meat because they don't like the way it is processed or whatever…but sushi is about as fresh as it gets.

"Well that's part of it right there. You are literally eating. Raw. Fish. It's gross. And it's fish. They can't do anything to defend themselves. People just go out and get them. It's kind of different with other meat because they are grown to be killed. Although when I say that it sounds even worse. Maybe I should just go vegan."

"Stop. Please. You sound like my friend Piper. She never stops talking about this cow farm she went by with her dad and ruined her meat experience or something like that. Okay. No sushi then. What kind of restaurant?"

"It's pretty nice. They have steak. And stuff."

"Okay… that barely answers my question… But okay. Deal. I cook you breakfast you buy me dinner. Deal?"

"Deal." And we shook on it.

"OH YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT. THIS IS YOUR FAULT."

"MY FAULT? YOU ARE THE ONE THAT MADE ME COME WITH YOU"

"DON'T BLAME THIS ONE ON ME. YOU ARE THE ONE THAT THOUGHT OF IT IN THE FIRST PLACE."

And so what if I had thought of it? She made me do it. That was how most of our conversations ended up going in the hours that we played that day. Constant reminders that we were both actually right there, and that we could see each other. Every time I yelled at her, though, it was different than before. Now I could actually see her face after I did and I could see that sometimes it did actually hurt, yelling at her. That's the sucky part of online communication. You never know when you go too far, or if you are actually hurting someone. Thankfully that only happened a few times. The rest was us just yelling at each other because we died. Or because we stole each other's kills. That was common too.

"Alright, Mr. Jackson, it's 4 o'clock. Where are we going for dinner and how long is it going to take me to get ready?"

"Um. Did you bring, like, nice clothes? Cause we should probably wear those."

"I thought you said it was just a nice restaurant right around the corner!"

"Well… it is. But it is also really fancy, and you don't get let in unless you look nice. Or at least that's what they told me the last time I tried to go."

"This wasn't part of the deal!"

"Of course it was. You agreed to let me buy you dinner. Now go get ready, wear something nice, or I'll have to buy you a dress too."

"And if I don't?"

"Well we have reservations for 7, so I'll be paying for a dinner that nobody will eat. Unless you want that…"

"Okay! Fine." She threw her hands up in the air, which I thought was funny. I didn't understand it though, why she didn't want me to pay for anything. I mean, if someone offered to pay for all of my stuff I'd jump right on it.

Well, I thought, might as well clean things up. She's probably going to be a while. I had taken out what I was going to wear earlier and put it in the second bathroom so I could change really fast before we left, so until then I had just about nothing to do. The apartment reeked of energy drinks and looked like it had been attacked by a pack of hermits. Which it had, except for the fact that this pack included two, and they were only partly reclusive.

I looked up at the clock, and it was reading just after 6. Annabeth still had not emerged from the room. It wouldn't be so bad if she would at least say something like "Just give me 10 more minutes!" But no. Not a word. I had gotten changed about 20 minutes ago, and my dress consisted of a shirt, tie, pants, belt, and shoes. I combed my hair, and was ready. I was about to say that we needed to leave soon if we wanted our table, but right when I opened my mouth the door to my room unlocked, and out strode what must have been the most beautiful person I had ever seen.

Her dress, which was long and blue, dragged across the floor and yet still looked elegant; something that someone who was going to a ball would wear. It twisted and turned and pieces of it were bunched up together while other pieces just flowed straight to the ground. The blue itself was something to marvel at; it was like sapphires and the oceans had decided to exchange color scheme and have a baby, which of course resulted in perfection. The dress sparkled, almost like said sapphires were threaded into each and individual fiber, while the piece in her hair did the same. What looked like the same material but even more magnificent because it brought out the blonde curls, that bounced down to her middle back, even more. Her shoes were heels, which easily added four inches to her height putting her basically equal to me. But the most striking part was not her dress, or her hair piece, or her earrings that I had failed to notice earlier, but her make up. Or lack of. Her face had no makeup on it, and yet her eyes, which were still that deep grey, seemed to pop even more.

"Let me know," she said, "when you are ready to stop staring and set to leave." She flashed a smile that seemed to grow more frequent the longer she was here.

"You could have told me that I'd have to wear something to compete with you."

"That was the point, you aren't supposed to be able to compete Seaweed Brain."

I stared at here for a second, not believing what I heard. "You haven't called me that since we talked before you left. If I remember right you almost refused to call me by that."

"The situation allowed it, and besides, I think your game name could use some use."

"Whatever you say, Wise Girl." With that we walked out the door, and into the elevator (which was more difficult with her dress than hailing a taxi was). We sat down in the car, gave the driver the address, and headed off to our wonderful evening of fancy.

A/N Again I'm really sorry that it took forever to update. I don't know how regular updates will be, but it will get done. I've never been good at keeping things on a schedule.