Hey fudge popsicles! The interview is below, at the bottom of the page, if anyone feels like reading it: feel free to submit more questions! Its not really related a whole lot to the story, just a bunch of silly things I wanted to write :) And its my school holiday, so that means MORE UPDATES YAY! I'm posting the next chapter tomorrow. Also this is a filler since the big upload is tomorrow, when all the good stuff is happening!

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Chapter Twelve

A Bit of Contemplating

Annabeth's POV

"Hey, baby girl!"

"Hey, Rach," I replied, perking up. I was currently sprawled across my bed in an X shape, trying to forget about that stupid kiss. Well, it couldn't be called a kiss. I refuse to call it a kiss.

"You're using your annoyed voice. Why are you using your annoyed voice?"

"I'm not." I did my best to moderate my tone.

"Yes, you are." Her voice dropped. "Is it Percy again?"

"No," I answered, way too fast, and could've slapped myself.

"I knew it!" Rachel's voice was thick with glee.

I groaned. "Rachel, it was nothing."

"So you admit something happened!"

"No. I meant—it just was—" I cut myself off again before I could reveal anything more. It was infuriating how best friends were like that. I sighed.

"Well, you can tell me and Thals all about it when we come over."

"Forget it Rachel, you're not going to find out—wait what?"

"You heard me. We're coming over there!"

"What do you mean?"

I heard a muffled huff from the other end. "I mean that we're going to become strippers and move to Alaska. We're coming over to the resort, silly! Rent a suite; maybe even become extras in the movie. It's going to be awesome!"

I was too busy being paralyzed with horror at her pronouncement. Images flashed in my mind of them possibly seeing more "Percabeth". Not that there was a Percabeth.

"No. Rachel, that is a horrible idea."

"Exactly! So, we're coming at around four pm. She got us a suite right beside you g—um, I mean we did. We got a suite. Not her." Rachel's voice was suddenly high and squeaky, and I imagined her tugging on her red curls nervously.

"She?" My eyes narrowed. "Rachel, who is she?" Pieces came together in my head. "Hold on. You didn't plan this, did you, coming here. If it wasn't you—"

"Gotta go, love you, bye!" There was a click, and I was listening to the drone of an empty phone line.

I gritted my teeth and hit REDIAL. It rang three times before Rachel picked up.

"Hey?" she ventured.

"Silena." The name was like a hiss. Rachel didn't reply. I was right.

I hung up and glared at the ceiling. The fan spun slowly, bathing me with cool air. I half-closed my eyes, even though it was only noon. There was something about this place, the resort, that made me want to lie down on the sand, or in a soft hammock, and take a nap. The whole place was dreamlike and sleepy.

Half-asleep, I didn't have much control over my brain. My thoughts floated over to the "kiss", and how it had felt to be held like that. No one had ever held me like that. A soft smile curled my lips, remembering the feel of his mouth on mine.

Had I liked it? I knew Percy Jackson was trouble. I knew he was an annoying waste of space. I knew he was the worst thing in the world for me. So why, back at the beach, did pushing him away feel like the worst mistake I'd ever made?


Percy POV

I was pretty sure that after Annabeth had broken the kiss, I'd sat there with this ridiculously happy smile on my face. She'd kissed me back. I sat there like an idiot. She kissed me back.

Until her palm slammed into my arm, sending a light sting up my arm. It wasn't that painful, but it brought me back to reality.

"How dare you kiss me, you—" she was struggling. I looked down and realized I had my arms locked around her. It felt right, natural even, to tighten my hold.

"I just saved your life," I blurted. Luckily Annabeth took it as an insult rather than a good thing. I didn't say what I wanted to say, which was something along the lines of I think I like you. The murderous hate in her eyes reminded me what Annabeth and I, and what she currently thought of me. I managed to smile and say something snarky back.

"Can you let go of me, you overgrown pig?"

"Nope." I smiled and hoped she couldn't see right through me.

She started arguing with Mitchell about something. I didn't even know what it was. I just stared at her, and grinned when Mitchell said something funny. But all I could think about was her.


Annabeth POV

"Hey." A familiar voice jolted me out of my thoughts. I'd been running on the beach for about an hour, preferring to burn out my thoughts in sweat and exhaustion. I pushed back the stray strands of blond hair and looked back. Luke, wearing a sleeveless shirt and shorts, jogged up to me and grinned adorably. I couldn't help but smile back.

"I haven't seen you in a while," he said, scuffing the sand with his shoe nervously.

"Yeah," I said. I offered a genuine smile. "We should hang out more."

"Actually…" He met my eyes. "There's that big bonfire tonight. Did you hear about it?"

"I did," I answered. I'd heard a few members of the cast talking about it. "Apparently they even got a DJ."

"Were you planning on going?" he looked up hopefully.

"I—" No, I was going to say. But his face…"Of course I am."

"Great!" He reminded me of an eager puppy. "I'll see you there?"

"Definitely."


INTERVIEW

First question is from Percabethlvrknowsall: Do you think that your rivalry with Percy is based on the rivalry between your parents? Or do you think it's because you hate that you love him?

Annabeth: First of all, its not a rivalry. He is not worthy enough to be called a rival.

Percy: She just doesn't want to admit that she secretly loves me.

Annabeth: LOVE YOU MY—

Okay, moving on. From elliefs, How did you make the whole country fall in love with you, Percy?

Percy: Oh, it was just a mixture of my charisma, winning smile, and irresistible good looks. And the smolder. No one can resist the smolder.

Annabeth: More like the mold-er.

Not funny Annabeth. I heard you were a bit scared of the water. How does that work since this is a surfing movie?

Annabeth: Afraid of the water? What? Psh, no. I'm not afraid of the water. Psh. Who's afraid of the water? Not me. Gods, no.

Suuuuure. This one's for Chiron. Have Percy and Annabeth managed to put their little "rivalry" behind them for filming?

Chiron: Um—

Annabeth: Braccas meas vescimini, Seaweed Brain!

Percy: Do you always have to be so dam annoying, Owl-head?

Chiron: I'd say no, they haven't.

Okay, this one is for Percy and Annabeth, from Elena. What exactly happened between you guys to make you hate each other?

Annabeth: Where do I start? He put a tarantula in my bunk once, and then humiliated me by stealing all my clothes when I was in the shower block, and—

Percy: Not before you filled my Cheerio box with horse poop, and then stole my Blankie! I loved Blankie!

Moving on…From TheRivalRose. Wait, where's Percy? PERCY?

Percy: Sorry, I went to get a cookie.

Okay well, is there any actual romance between you two in real life?

Annabeth: Of course not.

Percy: She just wishes.

That's good enough for me. Annabeth, don't throw that. THAT'S EXPENSIVE! And now it's in pieces. Thanks, Annabeth.

Annabeth: He deserved it.

How do you feel about the storyline of the movie?

Annabeth: I think it's a great storyline. Good plot, and characters too. I just wish Percy wasn't in it.

And last one for today, have you guys read the books?

Percy: Book? What book?


There it is! Also if you liked the interview comment if you want me to do something like that again, if not...comment anyway! Also I'm kind of running out of chapter title ideas (like this one, it was pretty lame. C'mon Muse, get a grip.) If you have any like generic ones, comment belowz