I...am so proud of myself! I did this in like, half an hour-yes! So..yeah, sorry if it's a little crappy, peeps.
larkgrace: yep, ya definitely have got to luv it. And yeah, i tried to get the personality of a nosy-yet-so-right teenager.
filmyfurry: yeah, but i can't take all credit though. I won't say why. Oh, and they were singing to Living On A Prayer. In this chapter, it's Forget You by Cee-Lo Green.
The Daughter of the Greek Gods: thanx for the suggestion, I'll have to remember that for later chapters. :)
WolvescatsandPJO: WAFFLEGIRLISAWESOME432!
Dark Phantom 96: Sorry bud, but I think I'll be doing demigods, since everybody wants that. :/
IamWafflesHearMeRAWR: hmmm...nah, I'll make them demigods, but thanx anyway. :)
Mojo8096: Yay! California Gurls! *flinches when reminded of song and shudders*ugh, never mind. So far, your the second person to want mortals, be proud of it! lol, jk jk.
Athena Forever: Hey! I'm American and I'm not stupid! *mom gives me weird look that says i'm anything but normal* lol, yeah, i've used it too.
Hannah Cha: 1, I know, but yeah, whatev. 2, yes, i think there is also an excuse, and i totally agree. 3, Well excuse me if I didn't know that, geez, I'll try to make them demigods for you. 4, I have no idea if there are that much...probably not. :) 5, okee dokee, hold yer horses, demigods it is. 6, ARGH I DID JINX IT! NOOO! Now that you mention it, it is kind of creeper-ish to do fluffy moments...7, you just made me fall out of my chair for laughing so hard; was it really that awkward? I try not to read over it so I won't be scarred like other people. 8, I KNOW! I FEEL SO ASHAMED OF COPYRIGHTING THAT FROM ERAGON! Seriously! You made me feel so guilty that I changed it so my guilt would be lessened!...It didn't work...9, science teacher? Well, I'm just going to ignore that inside joke so I won't fry my own brain trying to figure it out. ;)
JayJay-Lynn: YAY! One more person who luvs my story! (Yes!)
Okay, since I have spent no well-thought time on this chapter, you don't have to enjoy, but my cat will force you to review! *Moo!* Oh...sorry, not my cat, my dog. *Moo!* Uh...sheep? *MOO!* ...Chicken? I give up. *MOO!*
oh! wait! I got it! You're a lamp!
Yeah, I'm sorry, I can't afford a Ferrari. But that don't mean I can't getcha there. I pity the foo-ool that falls in love you.
(oh sh—she's a gold digger, just thought you should know—
"Oh my gosh, Annabeth! Cover your eyes it's a bad word!" I covered Annabeth's ears and she blinked, surprised, then glared and whacked my hands away.
"Seaweed Brain! You're one to talk! What are you? Like, three?" I scoffed at that and leaned back against the pillows, taking out my phone. "What're you doing, Percy?"
I took a picture of her; hair messy as a haystack—I'm not exaggerating—bags under her eyes, in my sweatshirt and her sweatpants, eating pancakes with a huge bottle of soda next to her. That is just priceless. I smirked, comparing the picture with her, "Took a picture of you. This could make some serious blackmail someday."
Next thing I know, a battle cry escapes Annabeth's lips and she pounced onto me, trying to take the phone, "Give it up!"
"No!" I pressed the base of her thumb down, making her let go, but she immediately grabbed for it again.
"I said hand it over, Kelp Face!"
"No way, Owl Eyes! This is priceless blackmail!"
"If you value that stupid pretty face of yours, you'll give me that friggin' phone!"
"No! If you value your hair and don't want me to cut it off at night, you'll let me keep that picture and deal with it!"
"You'll be dead before you even look at my hair, Fish Eyes!" I stopped and stared at her. Fish Eyes? Wow, that's new. Annabeth put her foot against my chest and tried pulling the phone out of my hands, but ha! Epic fail!
I flicked her forehead hard and she blinked, stumbling back with a frown. I pushed her off of me and snickered, pocketing the phone, "Nice try, Feather Face."
I turned back to her after I stood up, and she got up too, glaring at me murderously, "Oh it's on, Skin Scales."
"Skin Scales? Really? The best you could do was—Let go of the phone!" I pushed against her with my shoulder, but she dodged under my arm and kicked my injured arm. "OW! What the heck! That's cheating!"
"Says who? You got yourself injured; all I'm doing is taking advantage of your stupidity, Seaweed Brain." I gripped her wrist hard and pulled her into a headlock. "Seaweed Brain! You can't headlock a girl!"
I laughed, taking the phone and swiftly letting her go, pushing her onto the bed, "Says who?" I shut off my phone, then flopped down beside the fuming girl. "How about this: I'll take you skiing or snowboarding in a couple of hours to make it up to you."
She grumbled for a minute or two, then muttered, "Fine. I'll go take a shower." I watched her go, feeling extremely smug and proud of myself.
I knew how to snowboard—don't ask—and heck, I am going to make this like hell for her.
"You ready, Annabeth?"
"You took me all the way up here to snowboard, and there's basically no way out except for going down the mountain, and you ask me if I'm ready?"
"…Is that a trick question? Because I don't get it." She scoffed, rubbing her gloved hands together for warmth.
"Of course you don't. I shouldn't have expected a Seaweed Brain to understand a simple question like that. Yes I'm ready, so hurry up before I change my mind." I shrugged, mentally grinning, and said, "We both skateboard, right?"
"No, really?" She said sarcastically. I ignored it, "Well, this is sort of like that, except the ground you're 'skating' on is a lot easier to trip over. I know you'll get used to it after awhile. C'mon, just hold my hand and we'll go down slowly."
Grumbling to herself, she grabbed my hand, and I pulled her down, slowly at first, holding her straight. She fell a few times—and I snuck a few pictures of her face; hilarious!—but she got used to that after…mm…give or take twenty minutes. Maybe thirty.
She had gained a nice, steady speed and after a couple of minutes, I let go of her hand and quickened, crouching down a little. Annabeth's eyes sparkled with determination as she bended her knees too. And, as I expected her to, she crouched down too much, sending her flying down the mountain.
"I thought you said it was like a skate boooooard," She yelled over her shoulder. I bust up laughing when I saw her tumble down into the snow. I know, I'm such a bad friend, huh? Calmly, I curved around like a snake as I cruised down to her fallen figure, then stopped and offered her my hand.
She accepted it, cursing me under her breath, and I pulled her up with discomfort. "I thought you said I would get used to it."
"After awhile. I never said when you would get used to it," I claimed with a grin. She hit me upside the head.
"Stupid Seaweed Brain. This time, could you search for that little piece of goodness in your heart and help me this time!" Her voice had risen to a shout at the last part. I laughed and held her upper arm, tugging her along gently, "Yeah, I guess I should spare you the bruises and let you have a good time." She scoffed, but didn't reply.
I had a feeling she was cussing at me in her mind.
We took pictures with my phone, showing us laughing, some had us both falling with shocked expressions, and others had us getting pushed by fellow skiers. But of course, I couldn't help but make Annabeth fall again, now could I?
She brushed off the snow and glared at me, "I thought you would cut me some slack." I shrugged innocently, smiling.
"I said I should spare you of bruises, I never said I would." Her eyes flashed dangerously and she kicked my inner knee, making me fall. She snickered, and I just groaned, getting up.
We had gotten back to the little 'resort' or whatever, and I'd just gotten out of the shower. Annabeth went in right after me. I got a water bottle and sat down on the couch, turning the TV on and scanning through the channels.
Annabeth screamed—like, the bloody-murder-sends-chills-up-your-spine kind—and after a few scary seconds, she came out of the bathroom, clutching a towel around her.
She glared at me, "You gave me so many bruises it's not even funny, Fish Face." I snickered, seeing a couple on her shins, "No, it is definitely funny." Forgetting completely about the awkward fact that she was in a towel, she lunged at me again, yelling, and—believe it or not—tried to twist my arm behind my back. Epic failure. I spun her around and pinned her down on the couch, her cheek pressed against the cushion. She growled, rolled over and tried kicking me off the couch. I got off and held her arms above her head, "Geez, violent much nowadays, Annabeth?"
She got me in the chest with her foot, knocking the wind out of me, and I winced, falling back. She got on top of me—embarrassingly, it was kind of hard not to notice that the towel slipping off of her—with her knees on both sides of my hips and pointed at me triumphantly, "Ha! You just got served by a girl!"
Then some employee came in, calling in a bored voice, "Room service." Then he saw us, and with Annabeth blushing and clutching the towel around her body, and with us breathless from fighting, and sighed, turning around, "Continue whatever it was you were doing."
He left, muttering, "Stupid teenagers. They won't be laughing when she gets pregnant." We just stared after him, me trying not to laugh, and Annabeth squeaking out little incoherent words like, "But-he-I-wha-pregnant?!"
That one made me bust out laughing, which was kind of hard since she was on top of me, and she had shifted so that she was sitting on me—argh, too heavy!—and whatnot. Annabeth, turning crimson, scrambled up and stumbled into the bathroom, leaving me with our cart of donuts we had ordered. Yes! Then she came back, grabbed two donuts and a napkin, and went back in.
Darn. She took my favorite chocolate sprinkled one…