Pez sat against Thalia's tree deep in thought. After about an hour of goofing off and playing around with Annabeth, he finally left to let her get some research done. While he was trying to beg a Hermes kid to snag him a six-pack of Budweiser from the gas station down the street, even though he was underage, it suddenly dawned on him. He was being . . . nice. Yes, it was only to one person, Annabeth, but he was still being nice, something he hadn't done in years. It was a strange feeling, but it felt sort of - dare he say it - good.

He hadn't had this feeling in such a long time. Not since Freddie.

Freddie was his best friend when he was 6 years old. They would play with their toy cars, and plastic bugs, and they picked boogers together and did all the things that 6-year-old little boys do!

They were the best of friends, up until that day when Peter (his middle name was not Evil yet, so he had to go by his dreaded first name) decided to bring a magnifying glass to Mrs. Jones's kindergarten classroom to burn the poor little buggies on the sidewalk.

The two boys got sent to the corner as soon as their teacher realized what they were doing. She was one of those tree huggers and killing any creature of our wonderful planet was not groovy man, not groovy at all.

She called the boys' parents to come and pick them up. Freddie's parents had never truly liked Peter. He was a strange little boy who mostly kept to himself, and drew disturbing pictures during coloring time. Seeing as he was their beloved Freddie's only friend, they ignored it, and kept on with their lives, but on that day, they finally met Peter's father. He had an inch thick beard growing on his chin, ragged and messy clothes, and the suffocating scent of tobacco and tequila. To put it simply, they were disgusted. The Fullers were always neat, clean, and organized. Their house was spotless, but compared to Peter's father's apartment, a trashcan was as well. The Fullers had always reminded Pez of the Brady Bunch: perfect.

As soon as Freddie's parents saw Peter's dad and got a whiff of him, they forbid Freddie to ever talk to poor Peter again. That was when Pez truly became who he is today. Mean, cruel, and evil. He had never truly cared for anyone since.

Until now, of course.

He didn't know what it was about Annabeth, but it's just something about her that Pez couldn't help but love. He's tried so hard these past few days to go back to normal, being mean and uncaring, and he's able to do it, up until he sees those gorgeous gray eyes and everything just stops. Next thing ya know, he's opening doors, and complimenting her, and helping her, and he can't stop! No matter how hard he tries. It's impossible.

A soft cough from his left brought Pez out of his thoughts. He looked over to see a girl a bit shorter than him. She also looked about a year younger, or so. She had dark, smooth red hair, and brown eyes. She had that horrid orange shirt that everyone (except him) was wearing. No matter how much Annabeth begged, he refused to wear it. It was too bright – much too bright – for his liking.

"Hi," she said quietly, but with a giant smile on her face.

Pez nodded in greeting, and went back to looking at the strawberry fields.

"You're Pez, right?"

He nodded once more.

"I'm Ruby. Ruby Sheffield."

He tried to keep up the whole silent thing, hoping she would get bored eventually, and go away, but that just gave him too big of a target. "Isn't that the name of that hella fat lady on TV?"

She was caught off guard. Usually when people comment on her name it's usually "Oh my god! That's so pretty!" "Isn't that a jewel?" or "Hey, you have the same last name as that dude on the Nanny. No I don't watch the Nanny, what are you talking about?" Nobody has ever mentioned a 'hella fat lady on TV'. Until now, of course.

"Uh . . . I guess."

He's back to nodding now.

"Mind if I sit here?" she asked politely.

"Yep."

"Oh, well, I guess I can . . . stand."

Now a word about our little Miss Sheffield here.

Ruby has been at camp for quite some time now, ever since she was 9. When she was about 13, her dad, Eros, finally claimed her. When she turned 16, they finally built Eros his own cabin and she became the cabin leader. Now that's the basic stuff. Let's get hard-core.

She has hated Annabeth Chase ever since the very first day she got to camp.

Ruby was just a simple little 9 year old in a swords training class. She stared at the cute councilor - whose name was apparently Luke – while he talked about some sword trick or something. Ruby wasn't much of a fan of swords or working, really.

After teaching the lesson, Mr. Fine came over to Ruby and paired her up with a girl with blonde hair and gray eyes. She looked about a year older than her, and Luke said her name was Annabeth. Ruby liked making friends, especially friends of Luke, and agreed quickly.

Bad idea, Rubes, bad idea.

Next thing she knows, she's sitting on her butt on the filthy ground with a bloody nose and bruises all over. Tears began to swell in her eyes as a few of the campers hid their giggles. "Should've paid attention," was all Annabeth said before she scurried out of the arena leaving a weeping Ruby slumped on the ground. She was humiliated. How could Annabeth do that in front of everyone? In front of Luke? She thought they were friends, even if they only knew each other for about 2 minutes. Ruby had felt something between the two. Annabeth may have won this round, but you just wait until the next one.

From then on, it was war.

Annabeth never truly understood why Ruby hated her. Sure, she beat her in a duel, so what? She's done that to half the people at camp. Annabeth had tried to mend their relationship once, but Ruby had refused, calling her a fat cow in return.

A fat cow?

It was so on!

They continued to hate each other's guts for quite some time, throwing insults and pranks and all that jazz in as much as they could. It was when Ruby turned 11 that all hell broke lose.

Percy Jackson had arrived.

As soon as he crossed that border into camp, almost every girl had noticed him. How could you not? Every girl including both Annabeth and Ruby. Ruby had tried to get him to notice her on a countless amount of times. They were even in the same cabin for a few weeks and yet he didn't notice her. After 5 years, Annabeth had won again, and Ruby was set on getting revenge.

This was the perfect time for revenge. Apparently Annabeth has gotten herself a new man named Pez or Peter or something. Ruby really didn't care as long as she got him before Annabeth did.

Which is where we stand today.

"So, do you like camp so far?" She smiled flirtatiously. Or tried to.

"Nope." How could he not swoon at that smile she flashed him?

"Oh." She giggled nervously.

After a few minutes of silence, Pez stood up from his seat. "I gotta take a dump." He then walked back to camp leaving Ruby by herself.

"Oh, um . . .bye, Pez…"

That bitch fish!

How dare she go and talk to him like that! And did you see that slutty smile? Huh? Huh? Huh?

And then she goes and giggles, and he just lets it happen! He didn't even stop her!

That bastard!

Annabeth did not like Ruby. Everyone knew that! But this, oh this, crossed the line. They had been on dislike terms for a while now, but that 'dislike' just got cranked up to 'freaking hate!'

She clenched her teeth and ran over to the boys' bathroom, waiting for the unsuspecting victim.

As soon as Pez exited, Annabeth grabbed his shirt and pulled him down so they were at eye level. "What the hell is your issue, man?" Under different circumstances, she would've blushed at the close proximity of their faces. Of their noses. Of their lips. But now was not the time!

He was startled for a moment, but when he realized who it was, he relaxed a bit. What is wrong with him? If this was back at home, he would've shanked her till she was dead!

"Sup, Annabeth."

"Don't you sup me! How could you do that?"

"It's not really my fault. It's nature."

"No! Not that! You and her."

"Who's her?"

"You know exactly who her is." She released him now, and straightened out his shirt a bit. "Ruby."

He laughed. He laughed? Did he want her to hurt him?

"Wait, wait, wait," he said in between chuckles. "You think me and that chick," more laughs, "are together?" He laughed, and laughed, leaving Annabeth extremely puzzled.

"Well . . . aren't you?" On a scale from 1 to 10, how stupid did she feel? About a 20, give or take a hundred.

Laughs, laughs, laughs. "No! Ah, you're so funny, Annabeth."

"Then what were you doing up on the hill?"

"She interrupted my planning to take over the world."

This finally got her to take that scowl off her face, and put a smile on instead, which made Pez smile as well.

"Anyways, we still have a bunch of research to do."

He groaned. "Not the work, again."

"If you ever want to find out who your mom is and get your own cabin then we're going to have to."

Groaning again, he answered, "Fine."

She smiled, grabbed his hand (oh my god, she's touching his hand!), and dragged him back over to the Athena cabin.

Sup guys! I know this isn't on the usual Sunday or Saturday or whatev, but FF was being mucho gay yesterday, so here it is today! Sorry it's tad bit late!

I don;t own nothing up above. Nothing at all, except for Mr. Awesome (a.k.a. sexiest man alive a.k.a. Pez) and Ruby . . . sadly. Ha ha!

The whole Jon Stamos thing didn't work as well as I thought it would last week, so this week, if you press that little greenish/purpleish/whatever the hell color it is-ish, then you will happily be the proud owner of a brand new

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POTATO!

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Yeah, you know you want one, so I'd review! Just saying!

:) Jordan