A/N: Yes, I'm horrible. I NEVER update. I was doing an original and that took up most up my time PLUS I had to study. If any of you are interested in the original, it will be up on Fiction Press by the 28th of May. So anyways, read and review. :D Oh and typo in the last chapter. It's a '67 Impala. Like Dean's car. If you don't know who Dean is, well I am very sorry.

CHAPTER 5

We got into my car, and utter silence prevailed. To lessen the awkwardness I turned up the radio. As soon as I turned it up, Annabeth winced and turned it down.

"I'd rather talk," she said apologetically. She wants to talk. My favourite thing to do. The thing I'm so fantastic at. Talking.

"Great car," she said smiling.

"Thanks," I said. "It's a '67 Impala."

"I noticed," she said. "I watch Supernatural, you know."

"You do?" I said. And I said it like that, in utter and absolute shock, like I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe it. Annabeth and Supernatural. It just DIDN'T go together.

"Team Sam or Team Dean," I asked quickly, dying to change the topic. I didn't want to have an argument with her.

"Team Dean," she said slowly as if she'd never considered it. "I used to like Sam before he became a blood junkie. But that's not his fault. Poor guy. Dean's a bit of an idiot (A/N:Sorry! I love Dean too, but Annabeth likes smart guys!) but I really like him. He is damn hot," she said blushing a little.

I clenched the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. She thought he was hot. Damn you and your hotness Dean Winchester.

Luckily for me we reached Goode at that precise moment. Thank the gods. Otherwise I think I might have punched something and break my hand in the process. I got out of the car and walked to the other side and opened the door for Annabeth too.

"Thank you," she said, "But I'm not an invalid, you know."

I very wisely chose to say nothing at that, but instead I offered her my arm. She took it and we walked to the doors together.

There Paul was standing. He was one of the chaperones at the dance and right next to him stood my mom.

As soon as she saw us she squealed. "You two look so cute together! I want a picture," she said hyper-excitedly. I wondered if she had exchanged brains with a daughter of Aphrodite. I groaned at both, the thought that I just had and the fact that we had to take pictures.

"Mo-ohm," I said my voice high pitched and squeaky. That, in case you were wondering does not suit me.

Then a zillion things happened simultaneously. Annabeth laughed while I was still making my annoyed face, Rachel came up behind us and my mom took our photo. Just then.

"Oh Rachel, honey. It's so good to see you," my mom said beaming. She liked Rachel a lot. But then again, she didn't hate too many people.

"I'm sorry, if I ruined the picture," Rachel said sincerely.

"Of course you didn't. Come on, scoot in. I have to take more pictures," my mom said smiling warmly.

Then suddenly Rachel jumped. "Uh.. actually… I-I have to go. But thanks Mrs. Jackson," she said and left hurriedly.

My mom looked worried, but then shrugged and said, "Well I still get to take pictures of you two."

I looked at Annabeth and she seemed extremely satisfied with herself and was wearing a smirk. "Come on Seaweed Brain, don't be a spoilt-sport," she said sticking her tongue out at me. I looked at her in astute horror. "You're one of them," I said backing away in horror, trying to escape. But she just dragged me back and smiled for the pictures

After A LOT of picture taking, I finally convinced my mom to let us go. Then, we finally walked into the prom.

The decorating committee HAS to be commended. The auditorium looked NOTHING like it usually does. There was a disco ball hanging from the ceiling and there were a couple of lights that were placed strategically for the disco ball to reflect their light. So it looked like a club except the streamers, balloons and other spiked punch, that made it a prom. And I hadn't tasted the punch, but I could tell it was.

The DJ booth was set up in a corner and the music was loud, fast and pumping. I barely noticed as the songs changed. I suddenly snapped out of my dreaming. I can't say day-dreaming because it isn't exactly day right now. I realize I have to ask Annabeth to dance.

"Hey you wanna dance?" I asked Annabeth. When I said this she smiled at me and said, "I thought you'd never ask."

I took her hand and led her to the dance floor, and we started dancing to a upbeat, dance song.

Well, you're a hot mess and I'm falling for you
And I'm like hot damn! let me make you my boo
Cause you can shake it shake it shake it
Yeah you know what to do
You're a hot mess
I'm loving it-hell yes!

The dancing was a bit awkward at first but we soon fell into a rhythm. Step, shuffle, clap, turn. Soon a couple of people around us caught onto the style and joined us in our dance. Pretty soon the entire. The song changed from that to a new one that went something like:

Cause she's bittersweet
She knocks me off of my feet
And I can't help myself
I don't want anyone else
She's a mystery
She's too much for me
But I keep comin' back for more
Oh, I keep comin' back for more
She's just the girl I'm looking for
Just the girl I'm looking for

Strange how the lyrics of that were so relatable. I thought of Annabeth the whole time that song was playing. We walked away from the dance floor laughing. I grabbed 2 Dr. Pepper's. One for each for us. Then we stood there and talked for a while.

Then I excused myself. I went to the DJ and told him something. He nodded and went back to the manning the music. I walked back to Annabeth, tugged on her arm and said, "Come on."

She looked slightly confused but followed me anyway. Then the DJ said, "Grab that special guy or girl and dance to this. This one goes out from Percy Jackson to Annabeth Chase. "

She lets out a small gasp when she hears what the DJ says. I put my hands on her, and she puts her around my neck. Then we dance. Actually we sway just moving a little. Our eyes locked on each others, the rest of the world ceased to exist. Cheesy, yes. True, yes.

One of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right
I'm tripping on words
You've got my head spinning
I don't know where to go from here

'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it's you and me and all other people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you

There's something about you now
I can't quite figure out
Everything she does is beautiful
Everything she does is right.

Then the song ends and Annabeth says, "Thank you. That was beautiful." I nod and she rests her shoulder. "There's a difference, you know," I whisper in her ear.

"Difference between what?" she whispers back.

"Between the guy singing the song and me. I know why I can't keep my eyes off of you. It's because you're beautiful," I say. Very bold of me I might add.

"Thank you, again," she says softly.

"Well, last song of the night, everybody. Make sure you don't waste it," the DJ announced.

Annabeth and I stayed as we were, and danced the same way that we did before, just swaying.

Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this
Some people search forever for that one special kiss
I can't believe it's happening to me
Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this
A moment like this.

As soon as that last note played I kissed Annabeth. I couldn't believe I had taken this long to kiss her. My body began tingling all over and even though the kiss was a short one. It was worth the wait.

A/N: So…. Like the story? hate it? Let me know in a review, as usual. And a special thank you OreoBarrelRacer29 and Fiona for the song suggestions. Also thank you to everyone who read, reviewed, gave it a story alert, or favourite-d it. I love you guys :D You are absolutely brilliant, and the only reason I finished this is because people did what they did :D