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Percy's POV

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Slam!

"Ugh," I groaned, turning over as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I'd just had the strangest dream and I couldn't help but laugh as I pulled the covers back over myself to sleep for a while longer. Where did I even get the idea of me and Annabeth switching bodies? There's no way that could… Oh, gods, since when do I have a purple blanket? I shot up in bed and groaned when I saw my friend looking back at me in the mirror. It hadn't been a dream, after all. Well, that's just great.

I glanced at the clock and remembered Annabeth's plan. I had to bring her suitcase and leave by 7:30, which was in about ten minutes. Well, considering I couldn't get dressed or do nearly anything until I got to my mom's apartment, I figured I still had a few minutes to spare. I headed for the bathroom and decided it would be best to take care of business before meeting up with Annabeth. I knew she wasn't too happy about this part of the switch and I decided I'd rather not give her a chance to yell at me.

I did my best to be quick and washed my hands before heading back to her bedroom. I looked around for the shoes I had been wearing yesterday and found them next to Annabeth's suitcase. I had left the pair of socks I was wearing there, too, but they looked a little dirty from the day before. Honestly, I couldn't care less about socks after all I've been through over the years, but I didn't want to give Annabeth anything else to get mad at me about. I stood up and looked around the room. Where would I put socks if I was a girl? I laughed a bit at that last part. If I was a girl? I was a girl until we could find a way to fix this. At least, I was trapped in the body of one.

I continued to look around the room until a large dresser with five drawers standing in the closet caught my eye. I approached it and opened the top drawer, which was full of undergarments on one side and socks on the other. I quickly grabbed a pair of socks and closed the drawer, feeling like I was invading Annabeth's privacy. I hurried to slip my socks and shoes on before grabbing her suitcase, backpack, and cell phone. I was out the door a few minutes after 7:30, a little later than the designated time, but Annabeth would live. It was weird to walk to my own house so early in the morning. Normally, my mom would drop me off at school on her way to work and I would barely make it to class on time, which was the way I liked it. I hated getting up early.

The smell of eggs and bacon suddenly became overwhelming as I walked past a small diner. My stomach grumbled, reminding me that I hadn't eaten yet. An idea crossed my mind and I opened an outer pouch of Annabeth's suitcase. Just as I was hoping, her wallet was sitting inside. I opened it to see how much money she had and found what seemed to be a little more than a hundred bucks. How had she gotten so much money? My stomach grumbled again and I shrugged at my own question. I'm sure she could spare a few dollars so I could get some breakfast.

I walked inside and walked up to the counter, where a friendly woman asked what I wanted to eat. I decided to order three breakfast tacos to go, two for me and one for Annabeth. Girls didn't eat much, right? I mean, I didn't want to waste her money on something that she wasn't even going to eat. I gave the woman a ten dollar bill and she handed me a bit of change. I started putting it away in the wallet when a voice behind me interrupted.

"Sounds like you have a big appetite." I turned to see a guy I recognized from school. He was tall and had blonde, disheveled hair and bright blue eyes. He was always one of those "I'm too cool to acknowledge you" guys who I never hung out with. I knew from what I've heard about him that his name was Peter and he was a junior, two years older than me. Girls talk about him all the time and how "dreamy" his British accent is and how tan he is and his "gorgeous" eyes. It honestly made me want to puke every time I heard his name.

"Are you talking to me?" I asked, looking around for someone else he could be talking to, but no one was nearby. He laughed, though I didn't see what was so funny.

"You're funny, Annabeth," he said. Oh, right, I was in Annabeth's body. This could get awkward. He glanced down at the suitcase that was next to me. "How was camp? Did you have fun?"

Seriously? Annabeth actually hung out with this guy? Luckily, I was saved from answering when the cashier brought me a paper bag with my food inside. I took it and thanked her before opening up the bag to grab one of the burritos.

"Look, Peter," I told him as I took a huge bite of my breakfast. "I have to go now; my friend is waiting for me."

"Wait a second," he said, grabbing my upper arm. I glanced down at his hand, willing it to go away as I took another bite. "Do you like coffee? I'll buy you some." I was about to tell him off when I thought for a second. Sure, I didn't like the guy, but making him buy stuff for me wouldn't hurt. I shrugged.

"Yeah, I like coffee. So does my friend," I added. He just smiled and turned to order three coffees, which irritated me a bit. I didn't like this guy, or the fact that he was obviously flirted with me, err, Annabeth. Okay, I just made this even more awkward.

"So, are you planning on walking all the way there with all of this stuff?" He hesitated a second, waiting for me to say something, but I just stayed silent. I wonder what he would look like with a black eye… "I mean, I could give you a ride," he continued.

"Nah, I'm good," I said as I grabbed the tray with the coffee cups on it from the counter. I handed one to Peter and walked away with the suitcase handle on my wrist so I could hold the tray of drinks in that hand and wheel the suitcase around at the same time. I held the food bag and my burrito in the other hand. I took a bite of my burrito and headed towards the door. "Thanks for the coffee," I said, though it sounded muffled from the food in my mouth. Peter watched from the counter, speechless, as he watched me walk away. Good. I hope I grossed him out. Maybe he'll leave Annabeth alone now.

I continued the walk to my mom's apartment and arrived there about ten minutes later. I knocked on the door and waited, but Annabeth opened the door right away.

"Where the heck have you been?" she yelled as I walked in. "You were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago!"

"Sorry, I got hungry. I brought you breakfast." I offered her the bag and one of the coffee cups.

"Where did you get the money to buy breakfast?"

"Well…" I started, suddenly wishing I had thought more about what I was doing before using Annabeth's money without permission.

"You used my money, didn't you?" she was fuming now. "Do you realize how long I've been saving that money? What if we get stuck on a quest somewhere and those few dollars make the difference in life or death? Well, I can promise you that if that ever happens, I won't be getting any lunch for you."

"I didn't buy all of it," I protested. "Some guy from school bought us coffee." The look on her face suddenly softened.

"Really? Who was it?" she asked curiously.

"Nobody important," I answered. She pushed me against the wall violently, almost making me spill the coffee. I suddenly had a strange image of being strangled by myself.

"Who bought me coffee?" she asked. I knew this wasn't the time to mess with her.

"It was just Peter Phillips," I rolled my eyes as I said his name. Annabeth suddenly got a dreamy look on her face and I felt my jaw drop. "Are you serious? How can you like a guy who has the initials PP?"

"Shut up," she said, looking irritated. "Now, hurry up. We need to get ready and your mom will only be in the shower for so long." I dropped the subject of Peter and followed her to my bedroom. My eyes widened as I took a look around.

"What did you do to my room?" I nearly yelled. Everything was so…organized. I couldn't believe she would actually take the time to sort through all of my stuff. How would I ever find anything?

"Are you kidding me? This place was a pigsty before I showed up. You should be thanking me for all of the work I did." I sighed, deciding to let it go. Then I noticed what she was wearing.

"Um, Annabeth, I'm pretty sure I wasn't wearing that yesterday," I told her. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a gray button up shirt that I didn't even know I owned. She looked around a little uncomfortably.

"Well…" she started, unsure of what to say.

"You have got to be kidding me! After you made such a big deal about this on the phone yesterday, you decided to just change anyway?"

"Hey! Don't blame this on me!" she argued. "You took way too long getting here and I didn't want you to waste any time on picking out your clothes and dressing me. It's not like I saw anything, anyways. I left your boxers on."

"Oh, so now it's okay for you to change if you stay in my underwear, but it's wrong if I do the same?"

"That's different," she argued.

"How?"

"Because I'm a girl!" she yelled.

"And how does that make this any different?"

"Ugh! Come on, let's just finish getting ready before we're late to school." She walked over to the suitcase, which I had finally set down, and opened it up. I watched, feeling irritated as she picked out the outfit she wanted me to wear.

"Okay," she started. "Stand up and close your eyes while I-"

"Percy!" I heard my mom call from the kitchen. Annabeth sighed.

"I'll be right back," she told me before walking out and shutting the door behind her. Who did she think she was? I mean, seriously, just because she was a girl didn't make this any less awkward for me. I mean, I was the one getting hit on by guys and having to be changed by her and yelled at while she just changes her outfit like it's no big deal. I glanced in her suitcase and saw a purple and blue polka dotted bra sitting on top of a pair of jeans. Without thinking, I picked it up and put it on over my shirt, not messing with the clip in the back.

"Oh, look at me," I said in a high pitched voice, which wasn't really necessary since I would sound like Annabeth without even trying. "I'm Annabeth. I wear a bra, so I can't let anyone else change me, even when he isn't looking." As soon as I said it, I realized how awkward it really did sound, but I didn't care. It wasn't fair for her to have double standards. I rolled my eyes and started to take it off when Annabeth walked through the door. Her eyes widened and I suddenly wished I hadn't done that. I tried to duck as she nearly tackled me, but it was useless. She took her bra and put it back in her suitcase.

"What the heck, Percy?" she said, sounding angry. "This is exactly why I don't want you even thinking about changing my clothes." I wanted to argue, but decided against it. We were already going to be late and I might as well not get her any more worked up. Who knows what she would do to get back at me?

I stood up and closed my eyes as Annabeth quickly changed my clothes. She started to brush my hair, but I snatched it from her.

"I know how to use a hairbrush," I told her. She shrugged, finally opening up the bag with her burrito in it. I brushed my hair as she ate and wished so desperately that this was all just a dream.

"Hey, you brushed my teeth, right?" she asked once I finished with her hair. Oops, I guess I forgot about that.

"Of course I did," I lied. I was mad at her and didn't really care if her breath would smell bad. Who would have thought that switching bodies with your best friend would be so difficult?

So, what do you guys think? I thought it was kind of fun to write from Percy's POV :) This will definitely get interesting when they get to school...

Anyways, stay tuned for Percabeth later on! Could be a while though, considering they both seem to kind of hate each other at the moment lol

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