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Annabeth's P.O.V.

Annabeth was awakened by a fresh, yet very cordial, breeze of wind that slapped against her face meekly. It took her a few seconds to regain her vision, something she was used to regularly, and she tiredly rubbed the sleep out of her eyes causing her vision to become foggy for a couple of seconds. The first thing Annabeth took note of when she woke up was the absence of a certain warmth that held her tightly, reassuring her that she was secure. Annabeth couldn't possibly decipher how she felt about being wrapped in Percy's arms, it certainly felt lovely to be held in that type of position, though she had never experienced anything like that. It wasn't the same comparison as to how she felt when she "cuddled" with her dog.

Annabeth sat up, doing the ordinary I'm-a-human-who-just-woke-up routine, meaning: stretching, yawning loudly, and staring out into space for an excessive portion of time until she found enough energy to pull herself out of bed. In this case, Annabeth wasn't near sleeping in a bed, she was on the dirt floor probably concealed with a fine layer of dirt that flawlessly conducted its way into her skin.

It took a while until Annabeth succeedingly figured that Percy was no where in sight, and that's when she began to feel a definite panic heave its own pathway into her chest, resulting in her heart beating abnormally fast. She didn't allow herself any time to overlook all the possibilities as to where he would be, she was fixed on locating him. . . right after she killed him. Annabeth was partially still mad that he had managed to coax her into staying with him, more like an effortless attempt to inflict a traumatizing fear he wasn't even aware of.

"Percy?" Annabeth called out into the open, remaining in her spot stiffly, half expecting to see him walk out of the cave casually like nothing was erroneous. No response was heard in the distance nor could Annabeth make out a faint yell, if there was one.

Annabeth groaned, she was becoming more shiftless by the minute. While most people grew patiently energized, Annabeth grew imprudently lazy, releasing all soliticude about what she had to do for the present day. Long story short, when Annabeth felt a certain laziness she let it seize over her.

Annabeth returned to her previous position, laying down on the now hot ground, letting the hotness sting onto her back soothingly. She stared up into the sky letting her dull, grey eyes momentarily glaze over for a minute, all while neglecting the blazing sun. She let her thoughts to stray off with only anything Percy related allowed to enter.

From what Annabeth heard from the girls at her school, there was a certified picture-perfect guy or guys. Apparently, Percy's appearence didn't qualify. Maybe all the males they idolized had a similar appearence. They all were described with blonde hair, and any shade of blue eyes. Annabeth lived near a beach, which population was overran by blondes, it was rare to see someone with dark hair walking around. Percy obviously didn't possess any of those physical characterstics, now that's what confused Annabeth. Did all guys have to obtain such an assertive physical characteristic in order to be entitled as a picture-perfect guy?

In Annabeth's mind, Percy was beyond the bounds of picture-perfect. His unkempt hair proved that the ideal of his hairstyle was natural not purposely done-up in that particular style, despite how disheveled it was, Annabeth thought without the messiness added, he wouldn't be the equivalent he normally would be. The limpid darkness of his hair only enumerated the mysteriousness his eyes held, as it hung limply past an inch of his eyebrows. The shade of green, sea green, Percy had was so unique, and contrast from the many shades Annabeth had seen. He was observantly laid back, and it was almost as if he evolved around contentedness.

Annabeth was so engrossed in her thoughts about Percy, she was only snapped out of them when a droplet of a substance spilled onto her face. Annabeth spluttered as she felt water drain up her nose, making it burn due to irritation. She coughed, looking up to see Percy smiling guiltlessly at her with something every-so-suspiciously hidden behind his back.

"What was that for?" Annabeth demanded, wiping the remainder of the water off her face with her arm. Making sure Percy received a glare, Annabeth smirked when he turned his head away from her.

"I was calling your name, but apparently you and the sky have some sort of thing going on. Care to elaborate?" Percy questioned, placing himself on the floor beside Annabeth, smirking when Annabeth's face went blank.

"What do you mean?" Annabeth asked in return, truly confused. Percy's humor was something she had yet to figure out.

"I meant what's on your mind? What were you thinking about?" Percy answered, rolling his eyes.

You, Annabeth thought shamelessly, if only she had the guts to voice it out loud.

"I'm thinking about when this conversation will end. I'm thinking about when you'll guide me back to my hotel. I'm thinking about how harsh of a punishment I'll receive because of you. I'm thinking about resisting the urge to drive my dagger into your throat. You know, I'm thinking about a lot things, Percy, you wouldn't know because majority of the time your mind is blank, from what I can tell. Do you want any details, because I'll be more than happy to elaborate?"

Annabeth didn't know she had the strength to enforce so much sarcasm, all at the same time. She knew she was witty, but what she didn't know was the amount of sarcasm she was concealing. Everything she said was facing the truth, yet she honestly was thinking about any of it, not at the moment. Even Percy could tell what she said wasn't all that true.

Judging from Percy's wide smirk, he was enjoying seeing a different side of Annabeth. Annabeth narrowed her eyes at Percy as a strange glint of mischeif lit up in his eye, "I'm sorry, but the real question is; you have a dagger? I knew you were shy, a little humble, but what I didn't know is that you had a badass side."

Annabeth groaned, "Completely ignore my subtle, yet very obvious request! Can you please take me to the hotel, I honestly don't want to write my mom a twenty paged essay about how irresponsible I was, and what I need to do to work on perfecting my flaws?"

Percy heaved a loud, heavy sigh, "I don't know, I think my navigation system is shut down. Oh, look, a bird!"

Wait, back up, did he seriously just say navigation system? Percy had reached a steady maximum as to how abrupt each level of his annoyance that was radiating off from him was deeply increasing in Annabeth's standards.

If a table was near, Annabeth would definetly be banging her head repeatedly by now, "Percy, stop getting distracted and-"

Annabeth stopped mid sentence, she now pledged to herself not to underestimate Percy, because his words could be very vital in a measely situation. She slowly turned to be meet with a duck, no maybe it was a goose? Annabeth wasn't entirely sure, but it was too close for comfort. She looked out of the corner of her eyes to find Percy staring at the bird with such intensity that it made her twice as uncomfortable.

"Annabeth, don't move," Percy commaned, keeping his eyes precisely on the goose (she noticed the differences to declare it was a goose), while taking off one of his shoes.

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "You're seriously not going to throw a shoe at it, are you?"

Percy blushed, "No, well, maybe depending on what it does this time. It's a Hawiian Nene Goose, but I know this one."

Annabeth facepalmed, and was becoming pretty hysterical from Percy's behavoir. "I'm going to go now, Percy. I'll see you at the competition, and good luck."

As soon as Annabeth stood up, a thrashing pain shot upwards from the back of her thigh. She cried out in unsure alarm, and managed to twist her body to the see the goose bitting deeply into her thigh with its beak. If anyone asked her how it felt like to be bit by a goose, she now had a very descriptive answer.

Percy quickly aimed his shoe at the goose's head, and it's grip slackened as it made a strangled noise, then woddled away as quickly as it could muster. Annabeth was in shock, she kept dividing her gaze between Percy, who was smiling cheekily, and the retreating goose. Annabeth, with much difficulty, examined her gradually forming bruise and winced. The goose hadn't bit down hard enough to get past her skin to the point where she could possibly bleed, but it sure as Hell stung as if so.

Percy walked over to her, picking up his shoes in a very slow manner, the corners of his lips lightly twichting until a smug smirk on his face appeared, "Well, I did tell you not to move, you shoud listen to me more often."

Annabeth stared at him, it was no where near resemblence to a glare, "I'm going, now," she said dryly, Percy laughing as he trailed behind her. Annabeth couldn't remain irritated at him for long, especially when he's laughing in an infectious way.


Annabeth could feel her body tense in anguish as she stood stiffly infront of the closed door that read; 24B. Percy leaned on the frame of the door, stuffing his hands in his pockets wearing a look of delinquency as he stared at Annabeth in such an intense fashion, "Well, are you going to knock or continue to have a staring battle with an inanimate object? Because of right now, the door's winning."

Annabeth smiled, grateful that Percy was redirecting her agitation, even if it was directed at him. She wasn't equipped enough to confront her mother, especially with Percy beside her. Annabeth's mother had enough wisdom not to assume anything grotesque, but there was always a precaution a mother had to endure. Annabeth's hand hovered over the door, prepared to knock, though someone already did Annabeth's job and opened it. She anticipate to see her mother, but instead she was meet with another pair of grey eyes, yes, but not her mother.

"You do realize when mom exits the shower she's going to give you a deathly interrogation, right?" Annabeth's little brother, Malcolm, notified her as well as giving her a "It sucks to be you" look.

Malcolm was only thirteen, three years younger than Annabeth, seeing as her birthday was in September and Malcolm's birthday was earlier in February. Annabeth would admit that Malcolm was an exact replica of her, except she couldn't disregard that he was more spontaneous and outgoing, also the other fact that he was a boy. Malcolm had straight blonde hair, to match their father's, along with grey eyes that they both possessed from their mother. Malcolm was annoying just like any other sibling, but the similarities Annabeth shared with her brother cued less unnessecary arguements.

Annabeth sighed, rubbing her arm contemplating on whether or not she should mention Percy to her mother, "Malcolm, look, can you please not tell-"

"Mom that you were out with a boy? Sure," Malcolm agreed impassively, shrugging at Percy. Annabeth felt that his impassiveness was a vague bribery that was about to occur, she might as well adress it to him rather than letting him tell his mother in the future when she upsetted him.

"What's the damn catch, Malcolm?" Annabeth sighed in irritation, a little worried about what he had planned. When your brother obtains just as much knowledge as you do, they have the tendency to figure out where your sore spots were secured.

"First of all, directing your irritation towards me is not necessary, I am not the one who made a stupid-"

"Malcolm, not now!" Annabeth pleaded, "You can give me a common sense speech later."

"Gosh, I was going to finish my sentence, no additional sentences were going to be featured," Malcolm said, glaring at Annabeth, "Well, now that you've mentioned a catch. . .You have to let me borrow your ancient Greek dictionary."

He could have anything but that, "What, no!" Annabeth instantly refused.

Percy apparently thought this was the time to intervene, "Uh, Annabeth, it's just a dictionary."

"It's in ancient Greek, Percy, you don't understand. I can't let something that valuable end up in his hands," Annabeth explained. Man, being a nerd is a struggle.

Percy was about to respond but the ringing of his phone prevented that from happening. Annabeth and Malcolm watched as Percy's face drop from realization, to alertness. He quickly hung up, and turned to Annabeth, "Annabeth, I sort of forgot I have a photo shoot at about twelve, and my mom says my prep team wants to adress a few things before we get started."

"So, you have to go?" Annabeth asked dumbly, she honestly wanted Percy to stay with her but he eventually had to leave.

"Yeah, but don't worry you can have more of me later," Percy said, adding an obnoxious wink instantly making Annabeth blush in embarassment, she tried to dismiss it as Malcolm raised an eyebrow at her, either in disgust or astoinshment. Percy looked like he wanted to do something more but one brief glance at Malcolm altered that decision, "Well, I'll see you before the competition, all right?" He looked a bit restless, and nervous as he stuffed his hands in pockets, shuffling from foot to foot.

"I guess so," Annabeth said, trying to leave out any dejectedness that was radiating off her tone. "Bye."

Percy weakly waved as he walked away, descending down the stairs of the upper level of the motel Annabeth was staying in. Malcolm opened the door widely, opening up his arms as a gesture to come in, "Well, get ready for Hell," Malcolm said, walking off carelessly.

Annabeth sighed shutting the door with her foot, flopping onto her bed groaning. She estimated the time being rounded off at the least to be six minutes until she heard the door, doubtlessly the door that lead to the bathroom, open along with a few scuffles of feet walking towards her slowly. All remained silent for an immoderate amount of time, until Annabeth dared herself to face her mother, who was sitting on the bed beside her with a blank expression, a broad scowl gradually accumulating as she met her mother's eyes.

When Annabeth sat up, her mother lifted up the corners of her lips in a taunting manner, "It's pleasant to see you've finally arrived, Annabeth. My worriment was commencing as the mere minutes passed."

Leave it to her mother to talk like she had just left the headquarters.


Wasn't anything amazing, but I wanted to update before I go to summer camp. So, yeah. .

If you review, I might even type up a quick chapter before I leave. Maybe just maybe. (; Instead of waiting, like, two weeks for me to update.

Have an awesome day/night!

-That Was Such A Face Palm -.\