Do you know what? My computer is stupid – very, stupid, for that matter. It takes about 3 minutes for the Internet to load. Which, in my opinion, is about 358 seconds too long.
After sitting, staring at my computer beach balling for another minute and 43 seconds, it finally loads onto Facebook – which tells me that I have 6 alerts.
One is from my mom, who wrote on my wall asking me if I could baby-sit my twin half-brother and sister on Tuesday because her and Paul were going to a function at my Alma matter, Goode High.
Another three were people commenting on my status of "Olives are for proper people" (let's just say I was bored when I wrote that). The first one was from Annabeth, who said that it was a stupid comment and that olives are for wise people because of the Ancient Greek Myth with Athena and the city of Athens – so this comment proved that I was being stupid, as per usual.
The second one was from Grover, who said that he thought that olives were a neutral vegetable. And since it was a part of nature, it should be shared with everyone.
Then, the third was from Annabeth again, who said that Grover was right and olives meant nothing and that I was being stereotypical (which, I'm not going to lie, was true).
Another alert was a friend from college who was commenting on this old picture of us back in our sophomore year being Harry Potter characters (I was Harry, because I fit the description of black hair and green eyes and he was Ron despite the fact that he looked absolutely nothing like him) on Halloween. I remember that night vividly – I made out with this really cute girl who happened to be dressed up as Ginny.
The last alert that I received was from Thalia, who had finally gotten around to uploading the photo she had taken from Ollie's a week ago and tagged Annabeth and I in it.
Surprisingly, Thalia was right and Annabeth and I didn't look that bad. Annabeth's smile was small, while mine was large and goofy – but it seemed to fit the picture. They balanced each other out.
After replying to all of the alerts I had received, I decided to call Annabeth to tell her about the picture out of sheer boredom.
"Hello?" she said, picking up after three rings.
"Hi, Annabeth?" I said, hoping I got the right number.
"Yeah," she said, slowly, "Who is this?
"It's Percy."
"Percy? Where did you get my number?" she asked, "I don't remember giving it to you."
"Facebook," I replied, spinning around in my swivel chair (I swear, that was the best investment I ever made).
"Oh right, I forgot that I put my cell number on my profile," she said. It sounded like she was biting down on something – probably a pencil, "So, what's up?"
"Thalia posted the picture of us on Facebook," I said, drumming my fingers on the arm of my chair, "You know, the one from when we all went to Ollie's."
"I remember," she said, sighing, "But you really had to interrupt my train of thought just to tell me that? You really couldn't wait an hour until I got home and could comment on it, could you?"
"No, I couldn't." I said, "Plus, how am I supposed to know that you were coming home in an hour, for all I know, you could be coming home in 5 hours?"
"You can be so stupid sometimes," she said. I could see her rolling her eyes, "Let me guess, you were bored and had nothing else better to do with yourself so you called me, hoping that I'd give you something to do?"
Damn, she's spot on, "Uh… well," I said, trying to come up with something quickly, "Not exactly, because you see-"
"I'll meet you in an hour at that new sushi restaurant that opened two blocks over," she said, cutting me off, "Be there on time, or else."
"Wait," I said, trying to process this, "What?"
"I'm going to meet you for lunch in an hour, so put your pants on and get out the door!"
"I already have my pants on!" I argued.
"Then put your shirt on," she said, before adding, "See you in an hour, Percy." I could hear her shut her phone thus ending the connection.
How is that girl always right?
***
When I walked into the restaurant (two minutes early, by the way), I immediately spotted Annabeth sitting in a booth in the corner of the restaurant. She was dressed in jeans and a long sleeve white shirt, and her hair was tied back in a ponytail. She didn't notice me walk in, due to the fact she had her head stuck in the center of a book.
"Annabeth?" I said, standing over her, "Guess what, I'm two minutes early!"
She glanced down at her watch. "Good job, Percy," she said, sarcastically, before looking up briefly and then returning to her book to fold the corner of her page.
"Where were you when I called?" I asked, scooting in the seat across from her, "It sounded like you were whispering."
"The library," she said, putting down her book and picking up her menu.
"They let you use cell phones in that place?" I asked, "Things must have changed since the last time I was there."
"No, you still aren't allowed to use cells in the library. However, I happened to be in one of the least popular sections in the entire library, so no one was there to see or hear me," she said, "And just out of curiosity, when was the last time that you visited the library?"
"You don't want to know," I said, looking down at the menu, "Hmm…. The cucumber avocado roll seems good."
"Nice try, but don't change the subject," she said, pulling down on my menu – thus exposing my face from behind my tall menu, "But yes, those do sound good."
"It was in senior year of college, alright?"
"Uh huh. But when was the last time you were there for books and not to make out in the paleontology section?"
I paused, thinking about exactly what to say. "Fine – junior year. How did you know that?" I asked, incredulously. It's like she has some stupid book in that library of hers that tells her every single quality, habit, and fact about me.
"Oh please," she said, whacking me in the head with her menu, "All students have made out in the paleontology section – it's one of those things that all students do at one point or another during college – just some people do it more frequently than others."
"It is the best section – I mean, who really wants to read a ton of scientific facts about dinosaur bones?" I said, remembering the times I was in there – ah, good times, "Wait a second; you said all students – does that mean, you - Wise Girl, made out with a fellow in there too?"
"Just once – but I was there to get a book too, unlike people like you. I just got confronted by and cute guy when I was grabbing a book about I.M. Pei and the architecture of the pyramids at the Louvre and…" she said, stopping herself, "Where did Wise Girl come from? What type of nickname is that?"
"One I created just for you, because you're all smart and always try to outsmart me. It fits, doesn't it?" I said.
"I guess-" she started, but then the waiter approached and asked to take our orders.
***
"Can I have those last two?" I asked, pointing to Annabeth's last two California rolls with one of my chopsticks.
"Sure, take 'em," she said, pushing her plate towards me before sliding back in her seat, "I'm stuffed. How do you eat this much?"
"It takes skill," I joked, plopping one of the two in my mouth, "It helps that I happen to love sushi, though."
"You've had so much," she began, "Thinking about how much you ate makes me sick. You must have seaweed or something lodged into that brain of yours making you stupid half the time."
"I do eat sushi a lot." I said, nodding.
"That must be why you're so slow – you've got tons of seaweed stuck up there!"
"Are you calling me a Seaweed Brain?" I asked.
"That's exactly what I'm calling you."
"Fine by me, Wise Girl."
"Good. Let's get the check, Seaweed Brain."
Kudos to those of you who got the Friends reference! Please review; I really would like to hear your thoughts on this chapter!