A/N: Don't give me that look ok? I know I didn't update and that I cheated. A LOT. But still. LOOK, STOP YOU'RE SCARING ME! I updated!

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CHAPTER 4

"How do I do my hair?" I asked Grover. "Dude, that just sounds WRONG. I mean you're asking ME how you should do your hair? I think this prom thing is making you lose your mind," he replied.

I ignored him though I suspected he was right. I hadn't been in my right mind since I had asked Annabeth to prom. I had either been too happy or too confused. Confused about why I was confused? Well it's because I had to pick out a tux, shoes, a corsage not to mention I had no idea what to do with my hair!

Being a prom date is not easy. "Word," said Grover suddenly. I shot him a look, as he began to open his mouth to explain his utter random-ness, that silenced him. I regretted this just about a second later when I remembered how sensitive Grover could be, and that the poor guy might just start crying. I turned around to apologize but he said, "It's alright," before I could even open my mouth.

I was glad he understood the amount of stress I was under. Well, maybe he didn't understand all of it. But he must have understood at least one percent of it.

I groaned and turned to the mirror to brood over my hair. I was wearing a black and white tux, and a white and green striped tie. I combed my hair back, but realizing that my it looked oily and greasy like that, I ran my hands through it, tousling it.

I was going to resume the attack of the comb on it, when Grover interjected saying, "No stop, it looks good like that."

I decided to take his word for it and grabbed the corsage and left. After much dwelling, brooding, wondering, Google searches, numerous visits to florists and arguments with florists, the corsage had been selected. I had picked a simple, yet beautiful arrangement of white lilies secured with a silver bow. Not to blow my own trumpet or anything, but it was pretty great.

I walked downstairs and got into my '65 Chevrolet Impala that I had received as a birthday present and drove to Annabeth's place. Originally she was supposed to come to my place, but then my mom on hearing this, told me I had to be gentleman-ly and go pick her up. She said girls believed in old school love, whatever that was.

So I reached Annabeth's place soon and walked up to her house. I knocked on the door and began to feel queasy. The earlier 'I Think I'm Going To Throw Up' feeling had returned. As Annabeth answered the door , my jaw dropped. To the floor. Like seriously.

I stared at her wordlessly like an idiot before beginning to emit strange noises that were a pathetic attempt to regain my lost speech. I think she was thoroughly enjoying my reaction as she was just looking at my with a knowing and slightly sadistic smile on her face. Oh yeah, she was definitely enjoying my reaction.

The rest of the time passed in a blur. I put her corsage on her and she pinned the boutonniere to my chest. I was still awed by her beauty.

She gave me a smile. A real smile this time. Not a sadistic, evil or knowing one. But a real happy genuine one. Then she asked me," Ready to go, Seaweed Brain?" This girl was blowing my mind. So I nodded and escorted her to my car.

A/N: SO? You liked it? Well the next chapter is going to be the actual prom part so I want everyone to review and include a song suggestion and also mention why you want have that song in the next chapter. Like the story behind the song. Thanks and as always R & R +)