A/N: Fell out of my brain. Things tend to do this a lot. I don't own PJO. Btw, I wrote this a while ago, so i'm not really sure how it is.

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I woke up one morning, stretched, and sat up. I glanced in the mirror next to my bed, and saw a mess of curly blonde hair, and grey eyes.

I looked around my cabin, and my brain whirled with ideas. I really wanted my own room. I hated having to listen to my brothers and sisters snore. It would be great to have some privacy for once. Maybe I would build us each separate rooms... I blinked, and when I closed my eyes, I saw blueprints and plans pasted to the back of my eyelids. I grinned to myself, and got dressed.

I snatched my sketchbook and pencil off my dresser, and walked out the door. Breakfast would be in about a couple of minutes, so I stayed close... ish. I jogged down to the dock, and stuck my feet in the cool water. I started sketching immediately.

As I drew out the plan for my room, I heard footsteps behind me.

"Good morning, Seaweed Brain," I said.

"How'd you know it was me?" he asked.

"You're the only one who dares to approach me in the morning."

"It's because I know you won't hurt me." I glared at him. "Probably," he added. I smirked.

"Watcha drawin' anyway?" he asked, coming to sit by me.

"I decided to completely revamp the Athena cabin. All the campers will get their own rooms. Therefore, we have more space for planning and..."

I trailed off as Percy kissed along my jaw. "And what? More room for... privacy?" I scowled and shoved him off the dock. He landed in the water with a splash.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, Kelp Head." He grinned at me, blowing me a kiss. I rolled my eyes.

"That is the reason though, right?" He climbed back on the dock, not a spot of water on him.

"No, of course not," I said. I could feel my face heat up.

"Bull crap, Annabeth. You just don't want to have to go to my-" I slapped a hand over his mouth.

"Shut up! Someone will hear you!" I shrieked.

"I'm not the one who's screaming. If either of us will attract attention, it would be you."

"Shut up, Seaweed Brain!" I said, smacking him, although it didn't have any effect.

"See what I mean?" He said. I stood up, completely forgetting about my sketchbook and pencil.

"You are unbelieveable!" I screamed, throwing my hands over my head in exasperation. I stomped back to my cabin and slammed the door, waking my siblings. They all groaned, but I ignored them and stomped to my bed, scowling.

"You okay, Annabeth?" Malcolm asked me.

"I'm fine," I said between gritted teeth.

"Either you're not fine, you're not a morning person, or Percy pissed you off," he said.

"Or all of the above," one of my sisters said.

I groaned, and they must have taken it as a yes. "Then again," Malcolm said. "She comes in and says this every morning."

"You guys are impossible." I got back up off my bed and went outside to the arena, taking my knife with me.

I approached a dummy, and for a moment, I thought it looked frightened.

"Don't give me that look," I said to it. It continued to stare sadly at me. "I said STOP!" with one swift movement, the dummy's head was on the ground. I hacked at it's body, and straw flew everywhere. I heard the conch horn for breakfast, and I quit hacking at my fourth dummy.

I wasn't as angry as I had been before, but Percy had a way of pissing me off for hours. I sat next to my brothers and sisters after making a sacrifice, although I barely ate anything.

I walked back to my cabin, avoiding eye-contact with a certain son of Poseidon. I went inside to sketch some new ideas, but I couldn't find my notebook.

"Malcolm, have you seen my sketchbook?" I asked him. He shook his head. "Did you take it with you when you went outside this morning?"

"That's it! Malcolm, you're a genius!" I hugged him and ran out the door, leaving him to put my compliment in his 'ego' file.

I jogged down to the dock, and sure enough, there was my sketchbook. I sat down, already thinking. I grabbed my pencil, ready to start sketching, when I noticed a crude drawing done on the next page.

It was of a black-haired stick boy riding a really badly drawn pegisus, and a yellow-haired stick girl riding a bird. I think it was supposed to be an owl. Anyway, they were holding hands, and there was a little red heart drawn in between. At the top of the page, there was a small note.

Will you forgive me? It said, obviously in Percy's handwriting. I smiled at the picture.

"So? Will you forgive me?" he asked, coming up silently from behind me.

"Sure, Seaweed Brain," I said. "Even though the same thing will happen tomorrow."

"Yup." He kissed me, wrapping his arms around my waist while I wrapped mine around his neck.

"Get a room, would ya!" I heard someone yell behind us. Clarisse was standing there with Katie Gardner, Malcolm, Chris, and the Stoll brothers. One of the sons of Hermes had a camera, and a flash went off.

I gave them my Athena glare, and they all left. I'm sure the pictures would be circulating camp soon, but I didn't care.

"We will though, won't we?" I said.

"Will though we won't what?" I snickered.

"Get a room, Seaweed Brain. I decided I am going to redo the Athena cabin. Which means," I said, running my hand down his back to his weak spot. "That I'll have a room all to myself. With a lot of privacy." Percy shivered.

"Annabeth. Plan. Now," he said. I giggled, sat down, and sketched all day long.

I imagine Percy would suck at drawing.

That's about it.

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