AN: Hey! I'm so sorry I haven't updated, I've just been kinda busy... binge watching videos. Good news is, something wonderful happens in this part, so maybe it'll make up for the lack of updates. Depending on how you guys like the story will decide whether I keep writing, because what's the point of writing something nobody likes? I hope you like it!

July 30, 1961. Dear Percy,

Yes, that is quite interesting. I don't believe you whatsoever.

I'M JOKING. WHAT THE HELL?!

My mother is Athena. The GODDESS Athena. I can't believe this! I'm so stoked. What are we going to do about this now?

Sincerely,

Annabeth.

P.S. I'm still freaked out.

August 5, 1961. Dear Annabeth,

I don't know how this comes across, but I strongly suggest we meet. This must be fate, and I trust you believe so as well. Maybe this means something, since I've never really met another gal like you who's quite like me. My mother might think we are getting together, which would be a riot. If I told her, she might think it's a fink, but I believe, and that's all that really matters. I will send you my address as well as some scratch if you think it's a good idea.. Alright?

Call me if you want to, I'll leave you my number.

Sincerely,

Percy.

P.S. If you don't like the idea, don't sweat it! Hang loose, babe.

August 12, 1961. Dearest Percy,

After our phone call together, I suppose I should send you this last letter before we meet. I thought you were going to be stuck up (or most likely a flake), but you were surprisingly amorous and cool. I'm almost scheming over you, which is something I only consider sluts to do. Consider yourself a lucky fellow!

Well, I'm looking forward to us meeting. I hope you feel the same, Percy.

Sincerely,

Annabeth.

September 14, 1961

I held up a decent sized piece of cardboard with her name in black lettering. Annabeth. I'd actually taken the time to write it out myself, even when my friends shined me as they pretended not to watch. I'm certain they were just envious of me. I swallowed, attempting to hide my nervousness. She was much too beautiful to hang around a scuzz like myself. What will I say? I saw a wavy-haired blonde girl and I was terrified. She passed without a sound. She's not the girl I'm searching for, that's certain.

People passed for hours it seemed, giving me the same strange glance. I can't be the first who's done something like this. Girls with their partners would kiss and smile, which made me feel worse. I was waiting for a girl to talk to her. That's it. I really am a scuzz. I should just tell her to go back home.

"Percy?" I heard a gentle voice at my side. I nearly dropped the cardboard I was crushing beneath my fingers. "Annabeth?" I turned to see her, which was a mistake on my part.

"You look like you've seen a ghost," she laughed, tugging at the fabric of my jacket, "It's just me, I promise." I smiled. She was gorgeous. She's not the type of girl you'd ever see walking the streets or even in magazines. She was too good for them, and the picture she sent me didn't do her justice whatsoever. Her long ringlet-curly hair fell over her shoulders, contrasting the blue dress she was wearing. Her pale grey eyes reflected the stormy weather outside.

"You're... so pretty," I said. "I'm not surprised that you told me your mother was a goddess, because only someone that pristine would create something as worthy as you." She smiled. "I would say the same to you, Percy. Your father's Poseidon, right?" I shook my head. "You're not a badass are you, seaweed brain?" she laughed at her own joke, "It looks like you're drawing designs on me." I laughed. "Maybe I am, but you'll never know, you square." She gasped, accidentally showing her sarcasm, "How dare you speak to me like that!" He laughed hard, looking at the smirk she tried to mask on her face. "You ain't too solid with kidding around, are you?" "No, I'm just bad at this."

I studied her face, attempting to receive an answer to her fact. "Bad at what...?" my voice trailed as he saw her attempt to dance. "Whoa whoa whoa, stop it before you poke someone's eye out!"

"You can't stop me!" she laughed.

After talking about (literally) everything we could think of, we visited my house. My mother was there, with a huge smile on her face, as always.

"Who is this?" she said, walking towards the blonde girl tagging along his side. "She doesn't look like she's from around here."

"That's Annabeth," I started, "She's the girl that lives in Washington." My mother rushed towards her, squeezing her tighter than I've seen her do with anyone in years. "Hello! It's so nice to meet you. I've heard so much about you. You're so adorable." I looked over at Annabeth, who seemed to become increasingly uncomfortable after each compliment from her. "Thank you," Annabeth stammered, grabbing my hand. I felt my face flush. "You're very beautiful as well. Your son is very sweet." My mom really liked her. I thought she liked Annabeth more than I did, and that's saying something.

"Mom, I'm going to show her some pictures. Bring out my baby pictures and I swear I'll cry," I warned, returning the touch Annabeth gave to me before. "Don't get her knocked up," she laughed, looking straight at me. "I don't need to deal with another baby, you were enough for me." I smiled back at her. "Don't worry, I don't think she's that type of gal." "Didn't think so," she responded.

"Annabeth," I stammered, looking at a photo of my father, "What made you come and see me?" She adjusted the way she sat on my bed, sliding her legs underneath her. She leaned over, picking up a picture I never thought of as significant before. "You know, I'm not really sure. I think... I just think it was supposed to happen. "Here," she handed me the picture, "Who're these two?" I studied the photo. "It's my Dad. He sent me this before he had to leave. He said this was taken before he'd met my mom." She laughed. "That's my mom. That's Athena! Your Dad and my Mom kinda have a thing for each other. I mean, that's what she told me."

I could barely believe what she said, but considering the events that have taken place in the last couple of months, I had nothing to lose. "How?" I eventually answered, flipping the photo over. "P + A. Poseidon and Athena. That's so funny. I have that exact picture too. They're trying to tell us something."

"What are they trying to tell us, then?" Annabeth smirked, laying it next to the stack of pictures at my side. "That this," she poked my chest, "is meant to be." I felt my face turn red, thinking of every way she could have meant it. Is she going to kill me? Is it some kind of, 'There can be only one' thing? She's going to kill me. That's why she's here. I smiled. Hopefully she says something nice at my funeral. Something like "I knew he was trouble so I killed him, but he was kinda cute." Yeah. I'd die for that.

"In which way?" I said, looking straight at her. "The way that we're idiots and you're a nervous little baby about having a girl around you." I smiled, inching towards her. "In that case," he murmured, "we might just have to test that out." She rolled her eyes at me. "You're nerdy. I don't hang out with nerds." "Neither do I." Those were the last words I spoke to Annabeth Chase before I leaned in and kissed her, and incidentally, the last time I'd ever kiss a girl for the first time.

(AN: "Fink" - A lie, "Scratch" - Money, "Flake" - An uncool person, "Scheming" - Going crazy over; being obsessed of a member of the opposite sex, "Drawing Designs" - A phrase for checking a girl out.)