A/N: Guess what? Whether you like it or not, I AM BACK. MWAHAHA. :))

To those who actually want me to be here...THANK YOU TO EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU. :D

Being gone for a while, I missed that feeling of getting reviews/favorites/alerts.

SO, thank you very much for it/them. You guys really deserve those acceptance letters… :) (They're supposed to arrive via the rainbow/my owl/my special delivery service aka unicorn express.)

Anyway, umm…enjoy? =))

"Rise and shine, Wise Girl." Percy greeted me with a huge smile on his face and a kiss on my forehead.

"I have bad morning breath. Stay back." I replied to him while giggling.

"Eh. I've got peppermint spray and an oxygen mask. I can live." He chuckled.

"Hey, sorry about yesterday. I may have been too hard on you." I told him after our laugh fest.

"Ya think?"

"Hey! I said sorry." I complained while smacking him with a pillow.

"Fine, fine. But it was my fault too you know. So, to make up for it, I made you a breakfast in bed, even though I almost burned down the house while making it…"

"What was that last part?"

"Uh…nothing. But I do hope you heard the first part though." He said with a seemingly innocent smile.

"Well, it's the thought that counts."

"Ha ha." He said in a mocking tone.

"So, what's for breakfast, my good sir?" (He disappeared momentarily here…)

"Miss Chase, I am here to serve you some French vanilla coffee with a sprinkle of cinnamon, blueberry pancakes with caramel syrup and five strips of good ol' bacon. All breakfast items are in blue of course." He said while carrying in a tray full of food that he got from the kitchen table.

"Mhmm. This looks delicious. Thank you. This is too much. Perce, would you do the honor of eating this scrumptious breakfast with me?"

"I thought you'd never ask." He said with a smirk. He got a glass of orange juice for himself then began eating with me.

Er, sort of eating.

"What an appetite you got there, Seaweed Brain." I teased him while trying to get a bite of my pancake. He was shoving food into his mouth like there was no tomorrow.

He immediately stopped eating then blushed. His cheeks were so full that he looked like a chipmunk. Ah, but he was my adorable chipmunk.

"Sorry, just didn't know that I had great cooking." He teased after he swallowed the food that had accumulated in his mouth.

"Well, you did almost burn down the whole house; your hard work should've been worth it."

"Point taken. But I should really go now. I'll be late for work. Sorry, Wise Girl."

Ugh. There it goes again. Work. Why is he doing this again? There must be a reason behind all this.

"Before you leave, I need to know something. Why do you have to earn all this money?" It wasn't meant to be an accusation but more of curiosity.

He stopped dead in his tracks.

"What do you mean?" He seemed uneasy and nervous.

OH. Percy's avoiding the topic. Something's going on. Something big is definitely happening.

"Why do you have to work so hard and earn so much?" I repeated in a blunt tone yet I was getting a bit impatient.

"It's a reason that's hard to explain right now. But you'll know sooner than you'd expect. It's complicated."

"Percy, we're together. I expect that you could trust me." I said in a much sharper tone.

"It's something that you'll know in due time. I promise I'll explain everything to you on Friday, during our dinner date."

"Well, what's the difference of now and Friday? If you're going to tell me anyway, why don't you just say it now?" I shot back. Tears were starting to form my eyelids. I didn't like that he was keeping something from me. It was like he didn't trust me.

"Please, Annabeth. Don't push the subject further. It will all make sense soon. Please don't cry. I trust you completely and I love you but I can't tell you now. I'm sorry." He said as he was trying to stop the tears that were to fall soon. He squeezed my hand then left. He just left me alone to cry. I usually wasn't the type who would cry but this was something.

What if…what if he wanted to be with someone else? What if the only reason he's been taking extra shifts was because he wanted to be away from me? What if on Friday during our dinner date, he would break up with me?

These thoughts made me shed more tears until I was exhausted. I stayed on my bed, hugging my pillow. I was just there, dreading what was to come.

A/N:First of all, well. This is a predictable, cliché little story, isn't it? Yup. I am weird like that. You guys might just hate me for writing something that's not really that good. I'm sorry.

So, for me to improve, PLEASE REVIEW/OFFER CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM. (I'm not shouting at you, by the way.) =))) Do it or else…penguins will chase after you then eat your secret stash of food. BEWARE.