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Percy: YEAH!!

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That settles it! Once again I do NOT own PJO...sadly.

Chapter 5:

Just as I expected Percy's mother was worried and pissed. It took Percy a lot of "I'm sorry's" and "Yes ma'am's" before Sally cooled downed. We decided, for the sake of Percy's life, to not tell her about my near death experience. By the time Percy got off the phone it was ten o'clock. I was dog tired. It felt like I had been running from fifty hell-hounds. Since we had to sleep here for the night, Percy and I chose what bedroom we wanted. Unfortunately, the room Percy chose was filled with sand. Not just a little grain here and there, no, there was a huge pile covering half the room. I was feeling generous and said he could share my room-that's when things started getting awkward.

"Where are you going to sleep?" I asked, wiping some sand off my sheets.

"In here," Percy said pointing out the obvious.

"Duh, but I meant where in here," I gestured around the room.

He seemed to ponder that for a minute and when I thought he was going to say something intelligent he just shrugged and said, "Beats me."

I sighed then slapped my forehead. Pathetic.

"I don't know where you're sleeping either, so make arrangements," I told him.

That's when I saw a mischievous look in his eyes. What was he thinking? Then a creepy smile crept up on his face and I knew he was up to something. I laughed when he put on the innocent look, avoiding my eyes on purpose.

"What?!" I exclaimed throwing my arms up in defeat.

"Well," Percy started rubbing his foot in some sand, "since there is no couch and I have no where to sleep. . . maybe we could share a bed."

He has lost it. Share a bed, really. Lord Zeus give me strength, please. This boy was to much. I sighed out loud, shaking my head.

"Really Percy. Do you want my mother to kill you?" That made Percy pretend flinch.

"But I'm tired," Percy whined putting on his best puppy-dog face. I melted.

"Fine!" Percy jumped with excitement the climbed into bed.

"But any funny business and you will feel my knife," I threatened hopping into the bed.

Percy gulped and I turned out the lights. I slowly-ever so slowly- scooted over to Percy, laying my head on his shoulder. He then proceeded to wrap his arm around my waist. Falling asleep in the person you love arms-highly recommended. Wait! Did I just say love? I sighed. I can't lie to myself.

Sure you can! A voice in my head protested.

No I can't, I thought as I slowly drifted to sleep.

* * *

The waves were churning, crashing against the rocks with such power some of them were crumbling. My first thought: Something is wrong. I looked to my left and right to find nothing. But behind me was a raven-haired boy with intense green eyes. His eyes didn't bring me comfort but worry. As to say: Watch out! I slowly turned back toward the ocean to find nothing. Confused I looked back only to see that Percy was sprawling on the sand.

"Percy!" I screamed, trying to run over to him but my legs wouldn't move.

Then there was an evil laughter. Menacing threatening laughter that chilled my blood. Right behind my fallen friend was a shimmering light. I tried to look away but couldn't. Taking the place of the light was a boy. The boy had rustic colored hair and frightening stormy blue eyes. In his hands were a celestial bronze knife about three feet long and in his left hand-to my surprise- was my Yankee's ball cap, cap of invisibility. I gasped. I wanted to ask how he got that or just flat out punch him in the nose but my muscles weren't responding.

"Ah Annabeth you mustn't struggle, it will only get worse," He boy laughed coldly, like he was enjoying my pain.

I tried to yell "Shut up and what did you do to my friend" but something was holding me back. This boy was just so familiar. He saw me looked at my cap then said:

" Oh this, yes well I have connections." And with that he disappeared. With him my struggle to speak and move left. I ran over to Percy.

"Percy! Percy!" I yelled checking his pulse. I felt one. Thank the gods!

"Percy, wake up. Please wake up Percy," By now tears were streaming down my face and I was scared. As hard as it was to admit, I Annabeth Chase daughter of Athena is scared. I laid on my best friends chest silently praying to die too.

* * *

I woke up in cold sweat. I scream making a very much alive Percy shoot out of bed. I felt tears pour down my face. It was only a dream, Percy was alive. That calmed me down some but not much.

"Holy-Annabeth? Are you alright!" Percy asked alarmed.

All I could do was nod and sob into my best friends chest. I comforted me, rubbing my back and telling me words of assurance. Once the crying had died down Percy asked what was wrong. I told him my dream not knowing what to expect.

"Um. . .that is a bad dream," Percy said confused.

"Your such a Seaweed Brain!" I exclaimed playfully slapping Percy. My stomach growled and Percy hopped out of bed.

"Come on Wise Girl. Breakfast time," I grabbed Percy's hand then walked into the beach kitchen.

After eating the perfect breakfast -blue pancakes- we went to the beach. I was kind of uneasy about going to the beach because of my latest dream but I didn't show it. I didn't want Percy to get worried. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining the birds were chirping and I was miserable. The feeling of some one watching us was surrounding me, eating me. Percy must have been catching on because I could see the worry on his face.

"Annabeth," Percy sighed, "what's on your mind?"

"W-what do you mean?" I stuttered unconvincingly.

"Come on, I have known you for years, you can't hide anything from me," Percy insisted.

I sighed and told him my worry about the dream. Percy nodded, listening to the words that were coming out of my mouth. Tears were pricking in my eyes but I couldn't let them escape. Percy came over to me then wrapped his arms around my waist. I felt him kiss my forehead as I hooked my arms around his neck. I was like we were meant for each other. Like two puzzle pieces that just found their match. Everything was hunky dorky until there was the sound of footsteps and the feeling of being ripped apart from Percy.