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Chapter Four: I am the Tickle Monster

"Percy, that's incorrect." Annabeth deadpanned, looking over Percy's worksheet. "You see, when you plot points on a graph, the x-axis coordinate is always written before the y-axis coordinate. The x-axis is equivalent to longitude, and the y-axis is latitude."

Percy tilted his head, more confused than ever. "Whaaaaaaaaat?"

Annabeth facepalmed, and sighed. "Basically, for the coordinate pair (5, 6), you go towards the right on the horizontal line five spaces. Then, you go up the vertical line six spaces. You follow along said lines, and plot the point where they intersect." Annabeth explained, demonstrating on her paper. "Understand now?"

Percy nodded absentmindedly. "Yeah, yeah, of course I do…"

Annabeth smiled wearily, relieved that her words had finally reached his ears. "Good. So where would (-7, 8) go, then? Show me on this graph."

"Um… here?" Percy pointed at a random spot on the graph, fervently hoping that he was right.

Not a chance.

Annabeth facepalmed. "Why in the name of Olympus was I chosen for this job again?…"

"Uh… because I'm awesome?" Percy said.

"That made no sense, Percy. It's not scientifically proven. Your statement was an opinion, not a fact. Also, why couldn't anyone else be doing this? I need to study for my topography class!"

"Topogrophawha? OOOH, OOH, POPTROPICA!"

"Topography is nothing like your favorite childhood game."

"Poptropica isn't my favorite childhood game; it is my favorite game. Also, doesn't the word 'poptropica' make you think of popsicles? Like, tropical fruit flavored popsicles? Blue ones, of course."

"..."

"What, doesn't it?"

"No. It makes me think of all the time that we wasted discussing pointless topics. Now, let's get back to work. So, (5, 6)... You know what, forget it. You're hopeless at this."

"Oh, excuse me?" Percy raised an eyebrow, glaring at her. "The great, almighty Percy Jackson doesn't give into such an inferior piece of paper."

"The 'great, almighty Percy Jackson' also can't solve a simple sixth grade math problem."

"Two words: ADHD. Dyslexia."

"Oh, yeah? I have them too. And I'm the one tutoring you."

Suddenly, Conner and Travis ran into the room. "BURNED!"

"What the Hades?" Percy looked at them weirdly.

"Nothing." They went out.

…

"Hey, Annabeth, I have a question."

"You always do."

"I do?"

"Yes. Now, I know that wasn't your actual question."

"No, it wasn't."

"Then what was?"

Percy looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully. "You know what? I can't even remember anymore."

"Percyyyy…"

"Fine, fine, fine… it was… it was…"

"It was what?" Annabeth raised an eyebrow.

"I-I actually forgot this time…" Percy admitted sheepishly (baaa).

"Oh, really? Then I guess I can't help you." Annabeth shrugged, going back to her worksheets. "Your loss, not mine," she reminded him.

"Wait! I have magically just remembered!"

Annabeth smirked. Her ingenious plan had worked yet again. "Go on…"

"Are you, perhaps…" he leaned closer for added suspense, "ticklish?"

Without warning, he reached out and began tasing her sides, tickling her and shouting out things like, "SURVIVE THE SEVEN PINCHES!"

...And she wasn't even fazed. Unfortunately, Percy, who had not yet noticed (of course), continued with his endless tickle sprees. "I am the tickle monster! MWA HA HA HA!"

"Percy. Really?" Annabeth raised an eyebrow.

"What? You're dying of laughter!" Percy smiled.

Cue the crickets.

"Righhhhtt…" Annabeth sat up straighter. "Now, how do you graph the line if y=5x+10? Remember, generally, the base equation is y=mx+b."

Percy wouldn't let his defeat go. "But wait! Are you saying that you're not ticklish?!" Percy obviously couldn't believe his eyes. "No way! That's simply not possible!" He gasped suddenly. "Does that mean that my careful plotting was all for nothing…? Dam!"

"It's fine, Percy. Now let's get this line plotted so we can go canoeing."

Percy nodded, scratching the back of his neck, feeling slightly - okay, a lot - embarrassed. "Oops… yeah… lezzdodis."

Annabeth raised an eyebrow.

"Let's do this!" Percy fis-pumped the air, conveying enthusiasm to cover up his embarrassment.

Ah, Percy Jackson. Instead of weaving himself the best plan in his whole history of plans, he brewed the path of one-sided awkwardness. Oops indeed.

Vio: Well, it's been a while now, hasn't it? After a month long wait, we have returned with the fourth component of "Awkward"! Yay! Reviews brighten us immensely. *Looks away* just thought you should know.

Green: -_- So sorry! We had homework, dancing, piano, homework, piano, homework, Chinese, homework, piano, dancing, and Chinese. Nike had swimming, swimming, swimming, swimming, swimming, and swimming.

Vio: Yeah, Ima like, "Just keep swimming, just keep swimming…" Yesterday we swam 40,400 yards worth of 100 freestyle and 50 butterfly without breaks. -_- Thanks a lot, coach.

Green: I DON'T DO SWIMMING. :D