This is when Percy comes over to the Chases to meet the family. DISASTER! Hehehe *maniacal laugh* Part Uno. Yeah I'm bad at Spanish. Deal with it. TADA! R&R!

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Annabeth's POV

I was racing around the house, trying to get everything in order before Percy came over. "Matt! Pick up your dolls!" He groaned from the other room.

"Action figures! They are called action figures!" he whined.

"Whatever, just pick up your dolls." He groaned again and lazily bent down to gather his stuff. Ding! Dong! "Crap! Dad, stop fixing your model airplane and try to look presentable."

"Honey, Percy's met us before," Dad assured. I ran to the mirror, quickly fixed my hair, and pulled open the door. For one second I was speechless. He still had that sort of effect on me. He was wearing a dark blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his slightly ripped jeans, and his worn-out black converse. (A/N: If you people read my other stories or went to my profile, you'll know I'm obsessed with converse/all stars/chuck taylors. It's my profile pic. =D) I picked up my jaw from the floor and smiled at my boyfriend.

"Hey, Seaweed Brain. I see you've managed to dress up without your mom's help. Right?" I said teasing. I stepped aside so he could come in. He walked in and stared at his shoes.

"Umm, I know this is really cheesy, but I, uh, kinda got you some, uh, roses," he stuttered and sheepishly pulled the roses from behind his back. I could see him blushing, even though he was trying to avoid eye contact. It took it, not sure what to say. But apparently, he took it the wrong way.

"Oh, I knew you wouldn't like it. But what can I say? I don't think things through. I just . . I missed you. And I thought-,"

"Percy!" I laughed. "No, it wasn't like that. It's just . . . wow." Yup. I, the daughter of Athena, couldn't find a better adjective than 'wow'. I told you he was making me go crazy. "Thank you," I said, giving him a hug.

I was still holding the fresh red roses, but careful not to poke him with any of the thorns. But it wouldn't have mattered anyway. He's invulnerable, remember?

Someone cleared their throat behind us. I turned around to face . . .

"Hi, Dad. Is the table set?" He nodded and looked at us skeptically. Then he stuck his chin out and marched to the kitchen.

"Why do all adults hate me?" Percy asked as we slowly walked through the house.

"Your mom doesn't hate you," I pointed out. He scoffed and took my hand.

"That's different. She's obligated to love me." He paused and chuckled. "I used a big word correctly in a sentence."

"Nuh-unh. You pronounced it wrong. It's oh-blee-gahted." I smirked and walked past him, wearing his confused expression. He blinked and poked me.

"Liar. I heard it in a movie. It's obligated." I poked him back.

"Oh-blee-gahted. Oh-blee-gahted." I laughed and dodged his finger.

"Liar. You're a liar. A big fat liar." He poked me and I cringed, laughing.

"Oh-blee-gahted," I sang, running to the kitchen. He chased me through the house, trying to poke me back.

"Liar!" He finally grabbed me around the waist and picked me up.

"No! Stop it!" I cracked up. "It's oh-blee-gahted!" Someone cleared their throat again.

"Annabeth." I spun around to see my family all seated at the table, watching Percy and me make a fool out of ourselves. Percy immediately let go of my waist and walked to the table, avoiding eye contact with my dad, who was looking at Percy as if he were at the store, picking out which turkey would be best for Thanksgiving.

Quietly, he pulled out my seat for me. I would've made a remark, whining that I could do it myself. But I decided against it. Firstly, because he was trying so hard to impress my family. Second, he was being so chivalrous. Third, I just didn't feel like it. Shocking, I know.

"So, Percy?" Helen asked, breaking the silence and nudging my dad to stop glaring at Percy. "What do you want to do for your occupation?"

"Uhh, well, I was thinking I could help out in the marine biology area. Mostly because those scientists are dead wrong. They make the sea creatures act weird so they get false information."

"You can talk to sea creatures?" Dad asked, probably already marking Percy as a nut. Percy nodded. Great.

Helen chuckled nervously, then hastily fled the room to the kitchen. It was silent as we stared after her.

"I wonder what that was about," Matt asked, continuing to poke at his meatloaf. There was a huge clang! in the kitchen, making all of us jump. Helen came back, wiping her hands on a paper towel.

"Well, I finally got rid of it. The food, I mean. You know, in case one of us was allergic or something," she stuttered, eyeing Percy, who had an eyebrow cocked at her. "Anyway, it's gone."

"Umm, should I say something?" Percy whispered to me.

"No, they're always like this." I watched Matt punch Bobby in the stomach for flinging some of Helen's chunky meatloaf into his eye. "Yeah, it's fine."

"Matt. Bobby. Stop fighting. And Percy?" Percy stopped chewing and looked up at my dad

"Yeah?" Percy asked nervously, swallowing his meatloaf.

"I was wondering. When the two of you were twelve, I was watching the news . . ."

"Oh, no," Percy muttered.

" . . . and I saw you. You kidnapped your mother and destroyed the car. According to your stepdad."

We heard something groan above us. Then the sink started spurting tap water up, like a geyser. "Awesome!" I heard Bobby yell. (A/N: I love it when he makes sinks blow up =D)

"Oh my gods!" Percy threw down his napkin and ran over to the sink. He grabbed the towel and tried to plug it. It stopped for a nano second then the towel popped up and into my stepmom's food. "Crap!"

I ran over to the sink, covering the water as a weak attempt to stop it before it flooded the whole kitchen. Percy slipped on the water, falling onto his back. There was a thud! as he hit the tile. "Percy!"

He got up a little too quickly, just falling back down with another thud! I tried to pull him up but I just went down with him. "Ow!" He finally stood up, just as the water died down.

He gently pulled me up, careful not to fall back down himself. I leaned against the stove (It was turned off) and looked at Percy. He was standing there, without a drop on him. He was just leaning against the counter behind him, his palms pressed against the top of it.

He chuckled nervously. "Whoops."

My jaw fell open. "Whoops?" I jabbed a finger at him and stepped closer. "You blow up our sink and flood our kitchen and all you can say is whoops?" I was now less then a foot away from him and he was leaning back, trying not to feel my rath.

I burst out laughing and he let out a small smile, not sure if he was going to be scolded or not. I put my hand on top of his and pressed my head against his chest, still laughing.

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Percy's POV

I watched Annabeth as she laughed on my chest. I looked over the counter and saw her family just sitting there, watching us. Annabeth finally looked up and followed my gaze.

"So I'm guessing this would be a bad time to kiss you?" I said, hoping she would take the hint. She smiled.

"Maybe this will hold you off for a while." She gave me a small peck on the lips. "Now clean this up." She walked back to the table where her family was waiting, leaving me to clean this all up.

"Ha ha. It's time." I closed my eyes and concentrated. I felt the familiar tug in my stomach and opened my eyes to see all the water from the ground rise up to above my head, concealing all of me.

"Percy!" I heard Helen yell.

"Whoa!" That was definitely Matt.

"Percy!" Helen yelled again.

"Helen, it's fine." Annabeth. "He knows what he's doing." She paused. "Most of the time."

I rolled my eyes. "Thanks!" Soon the water evaporated into a mist, disappearing without a trace. "Done!" I sat back in my seat, where Annabeth's dad looked at me like I was a freak. Again.

"I have a friend whose mom owns Blue City Records!" Bobby blurted out.

"Annabeth?" I turned to her for an explanation.

She shook her head. "Just drop it, Bobby. We already know who will win that."

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Haha! Remember there will be a part two. Now that I've gotten back into the rhythm of school, I'll try to update more often. Review!