Thanks for all of the reviews! Especially to Clover13. They gave me part of the idea I'm using here. BTW the italics in Percy's POV is his dream. Please keep reviewing.

Annabeth's POV

Man, Percy can sleep! I've been waiting thirty minutes for him to wakeup. I know that's not a lot, but try having ADHD and having to wait for something. Finally right when I was about to leave I heard a mumble escape from Percy's mouth. I inched closer until something clear came out of him mouth.

"Annabeth." He mumbled. He said my name in his sleep. I wonder what he's dreaming about. Am I in it? Is it good or bad? "Wait. I . . . I love you." He mumbled some more. What? Did he just say what I think he said? No, I probably fell asleep and am dreaming. Is it true? Do I like what he said?

So many questions, my was reeling.

He started getting up, and in fear I rushed off to my cabin, not wanting to confront him. When I got to my cabin, I reached to take my hat off, but only felt hair.

Shoot, I left my hat in Percy's cabin. Hopefully he won't find it and I can sneak in there later and get it. Right now, I don't think I can face him; it's too embarrassing. He doesn't know I was in his room, and he doesn't know what he said. I don't think he even knows that he said something.

I sighed and lay down on my bed. Maybe I can just sit in here, have my siblings bring my food for me. But no, I'd miss all of my classes, and I'm not someone to ditch. I remember thinking, before I knew Percy, how complicated my life was. It's nothing like it is now.

Percy's POV

I was heading to the beach to spend some time. As I got closer, I saw another person with blonde hair.

"Annabeth." I breathed. She turned around and her gray eyes bore into mine. But there was something different about them. They weren't stormy; they were filled with sadness and sorrow. Her cheeks were tear stained.

"What happened?" I asked, pulling her into my arms. She sobbed into my chest.

"My dad, he . . . he died. And it's my fault."

"Now, you were here, with me, at camp. Your dad died in San Francisco. How in Hades is it your fault?" I countered.

"That's the point, I wasn't here. A monster killed him. Now I'm being forced by my step mother to live there year round, including summers, 'protecting them'."

"It's okay." I said gently.

"DON'T YOU GET IT?" Annabeth yelled, "I'll never see camp again, I'll be their 'personal body guard.' I'll never see you or Thalia, Nico, all my friends . . ." She trailed off and sat down with her knees to her chest and put her face in her hands. I sat down next to her. She looked up and realized what time it was, then quickly got up and said, "I have to go." And started to go away.

"Wait Annabeth." I yelled. "Wait . . . I . . . I love you." I saw her face brightened for a quick second, then drop again.

"I have to go," she muttered and left me. I sat down on the beach and for the first time in a long time, I cried.

I woke up, hoping it was a dream, thank goodness it was. Annabeth wasn't here. So either she didn't hear me or she likes being distant. I got up and immediately slipped on something. I bent down and saw it was a Yankee's cap, Annabeth's invisibility cap. She'd been in here, waiting for me to get up, but why did she leave.

One part of my brain said Maybe she got bored. Another part knew that it was something deeper, and I was going to find out. I quickly changed into some decent clothes and headed over to the Athena, cap in hand.

I knocked on the door and heard a few shouts, and finally the door opened. Malcolm answered it, again. Was he assigned to opening the door to Percy whenever he came asking for Annabeth.

His eyes went from my face to my hand, where I was holding Annabeth's cap.

"Hey, Annabeth he found your cap." He yelled inside the room, then realizing his mistake, quickly turned around.

"Can I talk to Annabeth?" I asked patiently. Malcolm had this mischievous look in his face.

"Sure. Just put that on." He pointed towards Annabeth's cap. Then he gestured for me to come in. As I went in I noticed everything was neat but there was a huge bookshelf filled with books against the wall, then a bunch of scrolls and studying items on a bunch of desks. Then finally there were the bunks, in the corner of the room. Annabeth was laying on the top bunk. She was unmoving, she looked dead.

"Is he gone?" Annabeth asked.

"Yup, but why didn't you want to talk to him. He had your invisibility cap, he just wanted to give it back."

"Malcolm," she sighed "It's complicated." Wait what's complicated?

"Ok, but if you want to you can tell me. I'm going to archery, nobody should be here for a while, you can have some alone time."

"Thanks Malcolm." Malcolm left, leaving me with Annabeth. I decided to observe her a little more before removing the cap.

First she reached under her pillow and pulled out a piece of paper. No, it was a picture. I quietly inched forward to see who it was, but accidently tripped on a lying book, that was forgotten, tripped, and fell, creating a loud thud in the room. She glared and looked up. Quickly, her hand went to her dagger, she brought it out. I decided to not get killed and took the hat off, revealing myself to Annabeth.