Thanks for reviewing guys, I'll try to keep them a little more in character this time, but there's just something about a jealous Percy that I like. Ghost, ya ok thanks for reviewing and I'm updating because I would prefer not to be taped to my keyboard, so ya know please don't tape me to my keyboard. Thanks.

"So Annabeth what'd you say. You, me, ice cream, tomorrow night" he looked at her intently, his blonde hair glowing in the sun. I know right! Who's hair glows? That's unfair!

"Uhhh" her eyes opened wide.

"Please" he looked at her earnestly.

"Uhhh" I guess Annabeth wasn't used to this whole guys liking her thing.

"I'll pay" he flashed a perfect grin and I couldn't help but grind my teeth together as she flushed.

"Uhhh, sure I guess" she said tentatively.

"Great" he looked very pleased as he bent down and kissed her full on the mouth. My jaw just about dropped to my feet. I swear I just swallowed a fly.

Ew.

Annabeth and Alex kissing; that is the most disgusting I have ever seen. Just ew. Her eyes flew open wide while his lips lingered on hers. I strolled casually out from behind the rock I was hiding behind.

"One word: ew" I strolled out trying to look nonchalant and casual.

"Percy!" Annabeth pulled back from Alex, wiping her mouth on her sleeve.

"Heyyyy" Alex dragged the word out so it sounded like he was drunk or something, I wouldn't doubt it.

"Hola" I waved.

"I gotta go, archery. Pick you up at seven" he flashed another grin that I swear "pinged" in the sunlight. Why doesn't my smile ping?

"Look at you Miss. Promiscuous, kissing boys you barely know" I let out a light chuckle though deep down all I could think was It takes her nearly four years to kiss me and it only takes him one day to get her to shove her tongue down his throat.

"Oh shut up Percy and he kissed me" she swatted at my arm.

"Just speaking the truth" I threw up my hands defensively.

"Hey Seaweed Brain that was a big word for you, promiscuous I mean" she laughed.

"Ya well that was a disgusting amount of affection from you" I rolled my eyes.

"I agree" she chuckled.

"Well you know me, Mr. Big-Prophecy-Man-Wanted-by-All-and-Super-Busy, so gotta go train" I sprang to my feet before I could say something that I would regret.

"Percy" she called after me but I continued to jog, pretending like I hadn't heard her. I can only keep up my cool guy act for so long you know.

"Ew. Ew. Ew. Stupid Alex, hate him, double ew, gross, hate him" I grumbled incoherently. I jogged toward the Amphitheater; a little training never hurt anyone, right? I chopped up some innocent dummies and made some little kid cry, which I later felt really bad about and brought him down to the Big House to get a band-aid.

"You all set Timmy?" I held his hand as we walked out of the infirmary.

"Percy" he looked up at me, his big eyes full of hope "will you be my friend?"

"Sure Timmy" I gave his hand a squeeze.

"Come on Percy" he tugged me towards the beach.

"Coming…" I jogged after him, scooping his four year old form up, propping him on my hip, spinning in circles until we made it to the sand. I tossed him the water and he hit it flailing and laughing.

"You're silly Percy" he giggled, pulling himself out of the water, sopping wet.

"Ya I am kid" I lounged in the sand, my hands over my head.

"What's wrong Percy" he plopped down in front of me, sitting cross legged.

"Oh nothing" I sat up to face him.

"Yes there is" he rocked back and forth, getting his wet clothes caked in sand.

"Ok ya there is" I gave in, leaning on my elbows so my face was level with his.

"What is it?" he cocked his little head to the left, a look of pure curiosity on his face.

"Just…I'm a jealous boy" I laughed lightly at how stupid it sounded but Timmy didn't laugh. Instead he patted my hand with his pudgy one and said "How can I help you?" I can see it now. Dr. Timothy ,world renowned psychiatrist.

"Ya know Timmy, thanks for offering but I don't think there's really anything either of us can do" I nodded my head, convincing myself too.

"Sure there is Percy, there's always something we can do" he held himself up on his palms.

"Timmy…I just, I don't want to upset her" I winced, fiddling my thumbs.

"Is he going to upset her more than you would?" he pondered. Jeez, this kid's deep for a four year old.

"I don't know Timmy" I shrugged, my eyebrows furrowing together in concentration. Would Alex hurt Annabeth?

"Well think about it Percy. Jeez, use your brain" he rolled his eyes.

"What are you, a son of Athena?" I cried. He was reminding me more and more of Annabeth by the second.

He shook his head "Nope, Dionysus" her grinned.

"What?" I choked.

"Ya, Daddy's got a soft spot for you, you know that?" he giggled.

"Ha, he hates me" I chuckled dryly.

"Oh Daddy acts like he hates everyone, he lies" Timmy shrugged, piling some sand into a castle like shape. Ok maybe this kid would end up being a drunk instead.

"Well he sure does have an odd way of showing his affection" I rolled my eyes.

"That's just how he is. Daddy starts teasing you, forgetting your name, being mean, you know he likes you" he laughed, sticking a rock out of the top of his castle.

"Whatever you say Timbo" I rolled my eyes and added a seaweed moat around it.

"Well what are you gonna do about" he said, not looking up from his work.

"About your dad showing his affections oddly?" I raised an eyebrow. What was this kid talking about?

"No! About that boy that likes her, silly" he rolled his eyes.

"Oh Alex….." I stopped, mockingly stroking my chin. "I think I'm going to talk to him about it."

"Smart" he giggled, pressing his hand into the sand.

"You stay here…I'll be back" I hopped to my feet. Timmy scratched at some sand on his elbow, looking uncomfortable. I can fix that. I willed the water to soak him, washing off all the sand and he stuck his tongue out at me, dripping wet all over again. I placed my hand on his little shoulder and dried him off. He grinned a toothless grin at me and gave me an encouraging look.

I jogged off in the general direction of the cabins. If I were a pigheaded Apollo kid with a crush on Annabeth where would I be? Ohhhh Alex, come out, come out, wherever you are! I spotted him by Zeus's Fist, resting, an old practice sword by his side.

"Yo Alex" I jogged towards him, fingering Riptide in my pocket. I will not get in a fight. We are just calmly, rationally chatting……yes that's the word chatting, about Annabeth.

"Perce" he lifted his hand up in a half hearted sort of greeting.

"We need to talk" I dropped to the ground next to him.

"Aw man are you mad at me, 'cause of Annabeth?" he looked up briefly.

"No I'm not mad" I said slowly, with much concentration.

"Then what'd you need?" he put down his sword, and ran a hand through his hair.

"It is about Annabeth…."

"I knew you were mad"

"I'm not mad"

"Ya you are, I'm sorry Percy…if I had known!"

"No! Alex, that's not it. I just…I just don't want her to get hurt" I looked down at my hands.

"I would never-" he started but I cut him off.

"No, let me talk for once. Annabeth is my best friend. I've known her forever and she's a tough girl. But….Annabeth is….she hasn't had the easiest emotional life. Alex I swear if you hurt her, you will regret it and that's not a threat, that's a promise" I continued. Wow that came out a lot more menacing than I though it would.

"Percy I wouldn't hurt her" he wouldn't look me in the eye.

"I don't care what you say, I'm just saying if you hurt her you'll regret. I love Annabeth and if anyone so much as upsets her I am not going to be a happy camper" I bore my eyes into his.

"What do you own her or something? Annabeth is a perfectly capable girl and she doesn't need your scrawny butt defending her" he jumped to his feet, an angry expression washing over his face.

"I know better than you do that Annabeth is a perfectly capable person who has saved my butt more times than I can count but she is my best friend and I don't want her to get hurt. And yes she is mine. I've held the world up for her, comforted her in an underwater bubble while she cried her eyes out over a traitor, kissed her in a volcano, blown up her dad's car, rode the tunnel of love with her when I was twelve, danced with her on Mount Olympus, been on three quests with her, and risked the whole world just to save her, so don't you come in here and pretend like you have the slightest idea of how things work" I stood up, towering over him, bringing my face close to his, nearly growling. "And don't you dare call me scrawny, because you know I could beat you in a fight."

"Could not"

"You wanna bet?"

"Ya I wanna bet!"

"Well what are you waiting for, right here, right now, you and me"

"Fine"

"Bring it on Pretty-boy"

"Oh I'm bringing it Sea Freak"

At Camp Half-Blood we don't have fist fights, oh no, we're far above that. We have sword fights. Yes those tend to get a little bloodier and dirtier but hey, it's all cool. Plus this kid has no experience. He stands no chance. I'll even go easy on him. I swung the hilt of my sword at his face and he staggered backwards, rubbing at the bruise already blossoming on his jaw. He picked up his sword and attempted to take a swing at my side but I easily parried it and feinted to the right, scratching his arms and legs. This was just too easy.

He managed to get a stab at my arm but I quickly retaliated with a slash at his cheek. He tried to get at my legs but I took a step back and hit him on the head with Riptide's hilt. I had him begging for mercy, well not really, but on the ground in a matter of minutes. I capped Riptide and turned on my heel.

Ha, told you I could beat him. Alex stumbled to his feet as I walked away. I hope I hadn't beaten him up too bad, but he needs to know that A) Apollo kids aren't the best swordsman B) I'm the prophecy kid so I get like double the training and C) Annabeth is a "paws off", "taken" girl.

I heard a "woosh." Wind? I thought drearily; I should have known better. Ouch. I thought faintly. I reached back to touch where I had been hit. Right between my shoulder blades was an arrow, just the end of it sticking out, which meant….. OH GODS NO!!!!!!!! Then I felt the pain, like no pain I had ever felt. I dropped to the ground, writhing, trying to pull it out. I felt on fire. I couldn't move. I knew it was in my heart. I just knew it. I yanked the bloody arrow out but the damage was done. I was a dead man. I glanced up; Alex had a look of horror on his face…like "Oh-my-gods-I-killed-him." Ok I just beat him to a pulp in a matter of minutes and he goes and aims and stupid arrow at my heart! Jeez! I wasn't that serious about this fight!

"Percy! Alex!" Annabeth came running towards us a smile on her face, which was easily wiped off when she saw on closer examination the bruises and scrapes on Alex's face. Annabeth tossed her blonde ponytail over her shoulder and ran to Alex's side and said "Are you ok?" He nodded. I felt myself getting farther and farther away. Annabeth slowly turned on her heel and her hand flew to her mouth and she leaned up against Alex's chest, "PERCY!" she shrieked. I thought you were all mine Annabeth. Prove it.

Ok so I tried. Really hard. Sorry about mistakes and stuff. Constructive Criticism accepted, flames not particularly appreciated, please review. Should I make the story in Annabeth's point of view now? Or Percy's from the Underworld? I think Annabeth's would be a little bit more fun but whatever you guys want. Sorry for grammatical/ spelling errors, I really am. Review my young ones.