We're nearing the end, fellow fanfictioners.

This story is almost finished! Only a few chapters more and it'll be over. *Gasps* Thanks so much for all the support and please continue as the story draws to a close.

On to other important news, we wanted to let you know that we'll be taking a hiatus this summer. You can find out more in our profile page under VIM (Very Important Message). I (Demeter) will still be posting, but not as much.

Anyway, enjoy chapter 10!

~ThreeOlympianGoddesses

As Percy ran away, he wasn't looking where he was going. So, of course, he would bump into someone. And, per usual, he did. Percy slammed straight into a tall girl with dark skin and blond hair. Well, at least he thought it was a girl. As she looked up from her spot on the floor, Percy realized that she had a very masculine face.

"Beckendorf?" Percy whispered, holding out his hand.

"No! I'm Becky!" Beckendorf whisper-yelled.

"Oh, Becky, I'm so sorry," Percy apologized, stressing the so. Percy gripped Beckendorf's hand, and, with a mighty pull, yanked him to his feet. Beckendorf teetered on his heels, but he managed to stay upright.

"We have to talk," Beckendorf told Percy giddily. Percy looked at him strangely.

"What's up with you?" he asked.

"Come on!" Beckendorf ordered, dragging Percy to the back of the dining pavilion.

"Ow! What?" Percy screeched, holding his arm and searching for bruises.

"So, I saw Silena," Beckendorf said, a big smile on his face.

"And?" Percy pressed, leaning against a table.

"She said that she likes me!" Beckendorf shrieked, jumping up and down. The few girls that were in the hall suddenly stopped mid-conversation and turned to look at Beckendorf, shocked.

"As a friend!" Percy added frantically.

"What?" he asked Beckendorf quietly.

"I asked her who she liked, and she said me!" Beckendorf said, breaking out in a happy dance. It consisted of jumps 1 inch off the ground, flailing arms, and "high" kicks.

"Stop that," Percy told him, trying to hold down his arms. "You look like a spaz."

"I can't! I'm just. Too. HAPPY!" Beckendorf yelled. And then he started to break out in song. "The hills are alive! With the sound of music!"

"Okay, dude, you really starting to turn into a girl! I'm starting to second-guess this plan..." Percy reasoned. "And how do you even know that song?"

"No! No, no, I'm good now," Beckendorf said, smoothing out his platinum blond hair. "So," Beckendorf nudged Percy knowingly. "What's up with you and Annabeth?"

"Well," Percy scratched the back of his neck. "I haven't, exactly, asked her yet?" he said, the question mark popping out at the end.

"What? Dude, the party's over in an hour!" Beckendorf told him, checking the expensive pink watch Donatello had given him.

"I know, I know," Percy said. "That's why I need to get back in there!" Percy craned his neck and looked over Beckendorf's shoulder at the raging party. Suddenly, he saw blond hair. Long, curly blond hair. And it wasn't Beckendorf's. "I just saw Annabeth!" Percy whispered to him. Beckendorf stepped aside to let Percy pass. Percy ran back into the party and glancing around, quickly spotted Annabeth sitting on a bench at the end of the room.

Time to strut, dude, Percy told himself. As a girl, he strutted over to Annabeth and plastered on a girly smile.

"Hey-loo! I'm Per-Priscilla!" Percy greeted, in a high-pitched voice.

"Uh, hi. I'm Annabeth," she said politely, smiling. Percy smiled back and was going to sit next to her when a girl plopped down at the end of the bench. Percy scowled.

"Ex-cuse me?" Percy asked the girl, tapping her shoulder. She turned around and smiled at Percy. "I was gonna sit there." Percy told her haughtily, pointing to the bench.

"Oh, I'm sorry," the girl said, but made no effort to move.

"Um, could you move, puh-lease?" Percy asked snobbishly. The girl ignored him. Percy huffed and promptly sat down in the small space between the girl and Annabeth, pushing her off the bench. The girl flew off, spilling Coke all over her pale pink dress.

"Hey!" she shouted. Percy smirked at her, turning to Annabeth. "Ugh! So rude!" she yelled, standing up and walking away to look for a napkin.

"So anyway," Percy said, placing his callused hands on top of Annabeth's own," What cabin are you in?"

"I'm in Athena," Annabeth answered. "What about you?" She casually pulled her hands away from under Percy's.

"I'm Aphrodite's!" Percy said loudly.

"Really." Annabeth turned to Percy, all her attention focused on her/him. "You don't look like one." She studied his frizzy red hair, smoky green eyes, and blotchy red skin from the humidity in the room.

"Well, darling," Percy said, the word weird on this tongue, "Daddy wasn't all that good looking."
Annabeth furrowed her brow and nodded like she still wasn't buying it. She lifted her Sprite to her lips and sipped.

"Anyways..." Percy-or Priscilla, said, trying to change the subject on his godly "parentage". "Annabeth, I'm new, so tell me. What is the guy situation around here?" Annabeth nearly choked on her drink. She coughed a few times, then seemed to compose herself.

"Okay, now I believe you're an Aphrodite," Annabeth said, trying to lighten the mood. "Anyway, I don't think I'm the right girl to ask. Maybe one of your siblings?" Annabeth suggested.

"Oh, come on,"Percy pressed. "There has to be someone who's cute around here."

"Well," Annabeth started.

"Yes?" Percy asked eagerly, leaning in for her response.

"Uhm, Priscilla? Personal space?" Annabeth asked, scooching away from him.

"Oh, sorry," Percy said, backing up. "You were saying?"

"Oh, um," Annabeth's face turned beet red. "You have to promise not to tell anyone, especially Silena. She's your cabin leader," Annabeth explained. She held out her pinky. Percy stared at it blankly. "Well, pinky promise," Annabeth ordered. Percy had no clue what this was. He reached out and poked her pinky, hoping that that was what he was supposed to do.

Annabeth looked confused. She pulled her pinky back. "Don't tell me you've never heard of pinky promise," she said.

"Um, I haven't?" Percy said.

"Oh, well, you go like this," Annabeth said, reaching out to grab Percy's hand. She hooked her pinky around his firmly, then stared at his hand for a moment. Annabeth turned it over.

"Your hands," she said, "They're so, rough." She looked up at Percy's eyes before looking back down. "I've never seen an Aphrodite that worked before. Where did you live before this?"

"Maryland," Percy answered, wondering if that was even a state.

"What did you do there?" Annabeth asked, releasing Percy's hand.

"Daddy was a potter," Percy explained. "He makes...pots," he said lamely. "I help."

"Pots out of clay?"

"Yes. New fashion kitchen statement thing."

"Don't they melt?"

"No!" Percy declared. "Daddy puts a special-" He wracked his brain for something smart to say. "Metal primer. Keeps it from turning to goo."

"Interesting. I've never heard of metal primer." Annabeth said, raising an eyebrow.

Percy waved it away. "Daddy invented it. Doesn't want anyone to know, so..." he trailed off. "Anyway, what were you saying about a boy?"

"Oh, yeah. Well, there's this boy of Poseidon," Annabeth said. Percy's heart thumped in his chest. "He's a total Seaweed Brain, that's what I call him, but, I don't know anymore. Sorry, I don't even know why I'm telling this to a total stranger."

"It's to-tally fine," Percy said, fighting a smile.

"Sorry, but what's your name again?" Annabeth asked.

"Priscilla. Priscilla, uh, Irvingsingson," Percy said.

"Cool last name," Annabeth said.

"Why thank you!" Percy smiled, scratching his leg. Annabeth looked down at the noise.

"Priscilla," Annabeth started, "Your legs...they're so...hairy." Annabeth suddenly clapped her hand over her mouth. "Oh gods, I'm sorry! That was rude." Percy looked down. His legs were, indeed, very hairy. Percy didn't wear shorts much, and he certainly didn't wear a skirt on a regular basis, so he only shaved every few months. Big mistake.

Who would believe that he was a girl with a mass of hair on this legs?

"Oh, it's alright. I forgot to shave on the way from Maryland," Percy said, turning as red as Annabeth's plastic cup.

"I should get going. Beauty sleep, you know?"

"Oh, okay. Sorry again, Priscilla," Annabeth said. "It was nice meeting you."

"Ditto!" Percy flounced over to the back of the pavillion, where Beckendorf was eagerly waiting for him.

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