Some of you may be aware that I normally delete my author's notes and when I do that it means There's a new chapter up you guys were wondering why it took me for ever to update this chapter...Well, I updated about two weeks ago. I think..And it's a pretty crappy chapter anyway. No worries. ;p And I apologize for the grammar, if you spot any, auto correct is...I'm not even going to describe it.

Read & enjoy! We take a trip in to someone else's point of view :D

Disclaimer: Rick Ownz All.


Percy's P.O.V.

Percy glanced repentantly at the scene revolving around him. The general careen of the atmosphere, the ungainly nail bites caused by the worriment of the anticipated outcomes for the day's end, and of course, Percy's least favorite, posing with the most bratty girls. Ever.

Percy sighed in glorified relief, ten more frames and he was free to roam about Hawaii. Most particularly; free to warm-up for the long awaited competition. Just standing near someone with an uneasy aura can extract a solemn amount of energy from him, which he truthfully wasn't in the mood for.

"I look, like, horrible in this, who would even think of featuring something so ugly in their collection," a model, Tammi, scoffed trying to fix her swim suit. It was a one piece, which Percy established as more appealing. Especially on Tammi. Triple emphasis.

"Obviously the people who signed you," Percy muttered, leaning casually against some unstable surf board, throwing an unessecarily lazy smile to the camera. He was given an option as to whether or not he was ultimately comfortable with this whole process, and Percy expressed through his body language that he was heavily not.

"Jackson, throw me that grin! The one that makes the girls swoon!" the photographer encouraged, capturing the grin he requested, earning Percy a single shot, Tammi completely out of frame. Percy was fully content on the concept of immediately dashing from the site, an angry Tammi was something no one liked.

After heading out into the ocean, performing what he pleasured the most, the photographer called finish on the photoshoot. After an, quit quick, organized clean up party, Percy decided to stay on the beach for a while. Letting descriptive thoughts to pass through his mind.

The first thought that groped a certain part of his mind was Annabeth. She definitely was something else, Percy had never met a girl so uncomfortable and unsure of herself. Annabeth's lack of social experience with both males and females extended her ineptness, Percy felt like that was the issue. There was a difference between acting yourself, and being yourself when it came to Annabeth. When Annabeth acted herself she was bashful, and extremely secluded from everything around her. When Annabeth was being herself, from what Percy analyzed, she was stubborn, shone with intelligence, and was very insecure.

Percy believed that her insecurities was another issue. Like Annabeth, Percy had no experience with the opposite gender, he was just as clueless as she was. Though, he was very observant, and he had picked up on the basic things, and of course that was the only advice he could present to Annabeth. If anyone could tell, they both were on an awkward journey to becoming involved.

Percy grunted as he stubbed his foot against something concealed in the silky sand, he swore softly to himself, craddling his foot. Percy nearly jumped out of his skin when a pair of hands grasped his shoulders, and he turned to see Leon de Russe. The only down to earth guy in the make up industry he could actually tolerate. Leon smiled widely, took a glance around, and then gave Percy an annoyed look.

"What?" Percy asked, his voice cracking, making himself blush as he tried to cover it up with a cough. Leon smirked, and chuckled deeply as if reminiscing something in his mind.

"Ah, puberty, back in my days, boy, it sure was the death of me. I had a high-pitched voice up until the tenth grade. Count yourself lucky, Jackson," Leon sighed, his eyes elsewhere.

Percy blinked, trying to imagine Leon, the man with the most deepest, raspy voice ever talking in a high-pitched voice. Despite Leon's personality, looks, and style his voice was amusingly deep, with a gentle purr in it.

"Well?" Percy prompted, capturing Leon's divided attention, "What do you want?"

"Oh, yes," Leon said, scratching his prickly beard, and threw Percy the same annoyed looked, "Where the heck are the photo shoot people? I know they did not have me walk across this damn hot beach to nothing. If so, somebody isn't about to just leave and not get confronted. Like, how immature is that? Why would you book someone and not freakin' tell them their no linger needed? Like, the heck? Have they no class? For real. I didn't do that to Ke$ha's crew, even if they all smell like beer and kettle corn. Like, did I complain and throw a fit? Maybe a little, but-"

Everything else apart of Leon's rant was lost in a slurr of hidden laughter coming from Percy, and someone else. Percy lifted his eyebrow up, and looked behind Leon to see a completely altered Annabeth muffling her giggles behind her hand. Percy was too shocked to continue to laugh with her, how would anyone have the strength to?

Annabeth's ordinarly curly hair was now straight, reaching her mid back. Her face was smothered in make up, it didn't look bad, it was just noteciably foreign on her face. Compared to the all natural look she usually encouraged, her present appearence went against that entirely. She was wearing a white tank top that showed a brief amount of midriff, with a pair of distressed black shorts, and an obvious swimsuit beneath it all. The tight clothing against her skin made Percy shiver, in unknown delight with a mixture of disturbance.

While Leon had held Percy's previous awareness, roles reversed to Annabeth who still was oblivious to Percy's undecided stare.

Percy cleared his throat, giving Annabeth an accusing expression, "Um, Annabeth?"

Annabeth's hand left her mouth, and her cheeks instantly flushed pink. The only response he received was an awkward wave, only leaving him to roll his eyes. Percy glanced at Leon, who was now talking on the phone, all the same attitude accompanied with him, and then back at Annabeth.

"It's OK, you know," Percy assured, "You can say hi, I'm not going to ignore you or anything."

Annabeth remained to look thoroughly disoriented. Percy had took a guess she wasn't used to the idea of having friends, much less a friend, and it didn't soothe the situation that Percy was a boy, who so happen wanted to be at least acquainted with her. If Annabeth was unsure of how this whole friendship concept worked, Percy would willingly be able to guide her.

"I know you probably aren't used to having friends and all, believe me, I didn't know friends exsisted up until the sixth grade. I mean, if you feel like the competition and the media's made up rivalry thing is getting to you, I'll do something about it-"

"No, it's not that, I'm just embarassed," Annabeth mumbled, so low, Percy had to stare hard at her lips to make sure her was getting the correct words.

"Embarassed? Why would you be embarassed?"

Annabeth gestured to herself, bitting her lip, "I dunno, I feel naked when I'm wearing make up. The complete opposite of how girls feel when they're actually wearing make up. You see the difference? It embarasses me that other people feel like I need make up to enhance my beauty or something. Like my natural appearence is not deemed as worthy." As Annabeth reiterated her thoughts thoroughly, she rubbed her arm, and continued to bit her lip. Just her body language showed her true discomfort.

Percy felt bad. He obviously wasn't a girl, and he didn't know what type of advice to give to Annabeth. Telling her she was beautiful with or without make up surely wasn't going to strive. He knew whether a girl harbored her true emotions, they still were sensitive deep inside to the response they got in return. When in doubt, call Leon. Leon is the master of emotions.

"Leon," Percy whispered, Leon hung up his phone and looked towards Percy. Percy beckoned him forward, whispering Annabeth's thoughts into his ear. He stole a glance at Annabeth, who had her arms crossed and an irked facial expression visible across her face.

"Just because I'm shy, and maybe a little clueless about certain things that doesn't necessarily mean you have to whisper to someone else for advice, Seaweed Brain. And just to let you know there's a distinct difference between a whisper and a stage whisper, choose one," Annabeth said, giving both Percy and Leon disappointed looks.

Leon grinned widely, his eyes doing that erratic sparkle showcase, "Oh my gosh, you're a little diva! Girl, stop hiding from us, we love headstrong girls! Composed with confidence and intelligence. I have to tell Aphrodite to stop giving you those darn innocent make up looks, you're ready for a smokey eye!" Leon whipped out his cell phone, waving goodbye to Percy and Annabeth, then bounding up the sand. Not without a struggle, much to Percy's amusement.

Percy smiled at Annabeth, waiting for her eye to twitch. Whenever he smiled much less grinned her eye would twitch, which Percy marked as funny. In general, Annabeth's full personality was funny.

"So, you ready for the competition?" Percy questioned, taking a seat on the cool sand, Annabeth following his movements.

"I think you mean am I ready to own your butt in the competition," Annabeth chuckled, whilst Percy pouted.

"You're competitive, eh? That's awesome, that means I can trash talk all I want."

"And that also gives me an opportunity to reflect how stupid your "trash talking" may turn out to be."

"I don't know, Annabeth, when I start talking, I don't stop," Percy replied, nudging her with his shoulder, making Annabeth chuckle. Percy grinned at her, loving that he had the ability to make her laugh. If felt like an accomplishment. Just to take in the joyous merriment in her eyes, made him feel good. Someone like Annabeth took a grave challenge just to explore.

Annabeth's faint smile was diminished abruptly, and Percy helplessly tried to dig for the cause by looking into her eyes. To no freaking avail. Another thing to take note of, Annabeth was immensely execellent at guarding her feelings.

"Percy?" Annabeth asked, her eyes leading towards the ocean, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah, sure?" Percy confirmed unassertively.

"Were. . .we, I think, not definite, but, were we just flirting?"

Percy blushed.

He needed to take note that Annabeth was just alert as he happened to be, slightly less oblivious, but just as alert.


This chapter almost was 2,000 words. Almost. Hope you guys enjoy, the next chapter will be the competition and some more awesomeness. I hope you guys notice I'm trying to transition into that awkward Percabeth stage, it's comin'. (: By the way, Leon is based off of a guy I know, he's a joy to be around. Oh, and to a certain someone who gave me a suggestion a while back, don't worry, I haven't forgot about it. (; Hope you know who you are.

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-That Was Such A Face Palm -.\