A/N: Holy crap! I haven't updated in over 2 weeks! I'm like, the worst author ever. Here's the next chapter. Also, I know this story is unusual, (especially this chapter) so I COMMAND YOU (no seriously) to tell me if you think it's a crackfic. (FYI: A crackfic is a fanfic that's really strange and just doesn't seem to fit the characters personalities. It almost seems like the author is on drugs, hence the name crackfic.)

Annabeth's P.O.V.

I was having a complete panic attack. I couldn't see Percy anywhere! He probably wasn't dead… Right? I mean, I couldn't have accidentally murdered him. Right? NO! I thought in despair. It was just too much for me. I burst into tears. Great. Now my boyfriend's dead, and Chiron's gonna think I'm a murderer, and everybody's gonna hate me, and I'll probably be exiled from camp forever, and I'll die an old maid, haunted by the memory of Percy, and I'll have a horrible form of punishment, like only being able to eat blue ham sandwiches, Percy's favorite food, so I'll constantly be reminded of my wrong.

Annabeth Chase! Stop blubbering this instant! You're a daughter of Athena! There's no logical way you could have killed him. He's the son of Poseidon remember, dummy?*Shut up, I miserably told my little voice.

Unfortunately, my little voice was right. I took a deep breath, and stood up from the spot where I had collapsed on the beach. I looked around, and spotted Percy's head sticking just out of the water about 20 feet away. I rushed over and began CPR.

Percy's P.O.V.

I guess the technical term for me passing out would be that I blue-ham-sandwiched out. I became unconscious, and I dreamed I was eating a BHS. I would finish one, and the next one would appear. I was never full, and I never got sick of them. It was pretty much a dream come true. I couldn't tell you what the plate looked like, or if I was sitting at a table, or what my surroundings were. Like I said, I was unconscious.

Suddenly, I was jerked out of my paradise by Annabeth performing CPR one me, and me coughing up sand. I was awake now, and quite angry, though Annabeth looked wholeheartedly concerned for me. I pushed her away and propped myself up on my elbow as I spat out more sand. I glared at her.

"NEVER. Do that, EVER again." She started crying, and I knew she felt bad, but I wasn't about to apologize. She was the one that almost killed me. I guess it was partially my fault for jumping into the water, but I wasn't about to tell her that, in case she was faking. She sat back and hugged her knees.

"I'm so sorry Percy! We both could've died! I'm so sorry!" She wrapped me in a crushing bear hug. I didn't respond. I was too stunned that she was actually crying, and had pretty much admitted she was wrong.

"I'm a daughter of Athena! I've should've thought of that! I should've known that was a bad idea! I should've, I…I just should've!" Well, now I felt bad. I put my arm around her.

"It's not your fault. I shouldn't have jumped in the water. It's okay." Well that was a stupid thing to say. It wasn't okay, and it was technically her fault.

"No it's not! I could've- I just-" She took a deep breath and pushed my arm off her shoulder. "I need to go for a walk alone." She stood up and walked towards the woods. I watched her go and decided to leave her alone. Why make her more upset than she already was?

*A/N: Something I've wondered about - why do characters pretty much always have a little voice in their heads, telling them what to do? Are they all insane? What's up with that? Anyways, I'm thinking about changing the title of this story, but I have no idea what to name it. What do you guys think I should call it? Please review and tell me! Bis nachher! I promise I'll update soon! (And I promise I'll keep my promise this time!)