[A.N] I'm so so so sorry this took so long guys. Seriously. But I've had severe Writer's Block. It sucks . Anyway, on with the story!]

Percy's P.O.V

A few days later, after no contact with Annabeth, Percy realised it was his fault for the argument. Percy was the one who started it. Percy was the one who kept the argument going. So Percy had to apologise. Not Annabeth. He started thinking of how. 3 minutes later, he stopped thinking of how. He couldn't figure it out. The only thing he could figure out was that he couldn't make it up to her alone. He called the one person who could help him right now. Piper.

"Hello?"

"Piper?"

"Yeah. Who is this?"

"It's Percy. I need help."

"What have you done now?"

"I had a row with Annabeth. I don't want to talk about it, but I need help apologising."

"Help as in…?"

"As in I have no clue how to make it up to her. I need something big, and personal, but I don't know what. So I need your advice."

"What's in it for me?"

"Wait, what?"

"What's in it for me? I get so many dating advice calls, I got sick of it. So I'll only help if you give something back. What'll it be, Perce?"

"Whatever it takes."

"Are you sure?"

"Completely. 100%. Absolutely. For de-"

"Okay, I get it. You'll do anything for Annabeth. So I take back what I said. You don't need to give me anything."

"So why-"

"I needed to make sure you were sincere. Anyone who says no because I want something back doesn't love their partner enough to get my help. But you do love Annabeth, so you can get my help. Right, so tell me the whole story, and leave nothing out."

So he did.

"Wow, you kinda screwed up there. Were you thinking when you said that?"

"No, I wasn't. Are you gonna help me or what?"

"Sorry. Here's what you're going to have to do…"

Annabeth's P.O.V

After 3 days of sitting in her dorm alone, Annabeth suddenly decided to go for a walk. Then decided against it just as quickly. What if she saw Percy? He might end it, and, even though she was mad, she still loved him. She couldn't bear to be torn apart because of a stupid argument. No, she thought, the best thing I can do is stay here. He can't break up with me if he can't talk to me.

Annabeth was so deep into her thoughts; she didn't hear the knocking at her door. For a while, at least. Jumping up, the troubled teen ran to let the guest in, forgetting that it could be Percy. Thankfully, it wasn't. Annabeth wasn't in the mood to talk to him right now.

The FedEx guy thrust [A.N] Good word!] a wrapped up package and a note into her hands, turned on his heel, and left. Without giving her a chance to thank him or see his face. Annabeth was still thinking about the fight with Percy, so didn't register the weird behaviour.

Walking over to her bed, Annabeth wondered what could be inside the package. Brimming with curiosity, she ripped the paper off. Chocolates. From who? Annabeth wondered. They tasted nice. It was only a while later that she realised she hadn't looked at the note yet. Silly me. On the little Post-It were two simple words.

I'm sorry

Gonna have to do better than that, Seaweed Brain.

The next day, Annabeth decided that yes, she will go outside today, and no, she won't back out of it. Pulling on her trainers, she opened the door. To find 11, single, thorn-less red roses. Let's see, she muses, 11 roses tell me I'm truly and deeply loved. Single roses mean depict utmost devotion. Thorn-less roses mean "Love at First Sight". And red roses mean "I Love You".

Annabeth was touched. Never before had anyone gone to such lengths to make her feel appreciated. She was startled out of her reverie by a man in an orange t-shirt and jeans, holding a white rose. He handed it to her, before pointing down the hallway to the elevator and moving on. What's going on?

Although weary, Annabeth did indeed walk down the hallway to the elevator. Once again, there was a man in an orange t-shirt and jeans, again holding a white rose. He handed it to her, pressed the button to the 1st floor [A.N] Is that right? In England we call it the ground floor] and walked out. This continued – men in orange t-shirts and jeans giving her a white rose, pointing her in a certain direction and walking away – until Annabeth came to the clearing she had found a while ago. By now, she had a collection of roses.

Looking around, Annabeth saw a vase for her to put her roses in, and a throne, made of bronze, with picture of an owl on one arm-rest, and a picture of a trident on the other.

Sitting in it, for that was clearly what she was meant to do, Annabeth had just one thought.

What are you up to, Seaweed Brain?

[A.N] Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes, and sorry for any OOC-ness

R&R, no flames please, just constructive criticism

This chapter here was written by Lauren, for all those who want to know