A/N: I'd recommend listening to Youth Lagoon while reading. Just cuz' i listened to it while writing. P.s. I am very sorry for the wait.

Annabeth Chase was absolutely positive that Percy Jackson was the most popular student at Goode High.

And though it seemed stereotypical and almost archaic in the way it was immensely overdone, it wasn't any less true. It became apparent to her when they arrived at school together, since he obviously insisted on giving her a ride and showing her around the unfamiliar school.

Honestly, who does that?

The ride to school had been interesting to say the least. As it turns out, Percy's stepdad was a teacher at their school, and they commuted together. Walking out her door to greet the mysterious boy she met yesterday, her stride was a little broken seeing him in the back seat of a blue prius, with a middle aged man driving. And then she remembered that the boy was Percy, and mysterious was no way to describe him. He waved at her excitedly through the window, and Annabeth was struck with a strong fondness that had no place warming her chest like it was.

As odd as it sounds, she felt like she had known Percy all her life. And if it was anyone but herself saying this about anyone but Percy, she would roll her eyes, but it was, so she smiled. And as he popped out of the car to open the door for her, she was dismayed to find that she really had no control over herself. In the backseat, he introduces her to Paul, and Paul sighs and tells her that it would be best to call him Mr. Blofis at school. But Percy bumps her knee with his and shakes his head, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Paul sees it and huffs, but Annabeth knows that the same fondness is warming him too. And as they drive off in comfortable silence, Percy keeps his leg next to hers, brushing it everytime he jiggles it in hyperactivity.

But nothing prepared her for the phenomenon she would witness next. As they walked through the campus of Goode High, there wasn't a single person they walked by, that did not greet him. They all smiled, waved, or said something along the lines of "Hey Percy/What's up Perce?"

It was unsettling to say the least.

But Percy didn't seem to find anything wrong with the display as he politely smiled and waved and nodded back to every single person.

It was surreal.

Back in San Francisco, most kids barely arrived on time, let alone with enough time and energy to stand around socializing. Annabeth wasn't quite yet sure which she preferred.

And even weirder still, was the fact that no one really payed that much attention to her. You would think someone like Percy taking her to school would create some kind of curious scuttlebutt. It only took one girl asking "Is she new?", and Percy nodding and saying "Her name is Annabeth", and no more questions were asked. People even began to greet her too.

Then it's time to go to class, and she realizes she hasn't received any information about classes or her locker, or even met any kind of adult that would verify her existence here. But Percy continues on walking, and she hopes the school is okay with this. She thinks maybe Percy was this school's form of a welcoming committee. It was admittedly a very nice way to be transitioned into a new environment.

Feeling apprehensive about your new surroundings? Here, look at this pretty boy. He's very nice, and represents all of us. See, you'll totally like it here.

But when Annabeth asked him, he scrunched up his eyebrows.

"Why would you think that?", he asked, looking confusedly down at her.

"Well, I kinda just assumed since…" she trails off, gesturing between them.

She then accidently gestures to his entire being, but he doesn't seem to get the significance. He actually seems to get ten times more confused, and lines in his forehead start to make an appearance.

"Annabeth", he starts, in a serious tone that she was not expecting. But she still likes how her name sounds when he says it.

"I'm showing you around, because I like you", he states so plainly and vulnerably that Annabeth is stunned into stagnancy.

And then his eyes widen, and he whips his head to look at her so fast, he almost trips.

"I-I- mean want to, I'm showing you around because I want to, oh my god", he corrects way too late.

And Annabeth really wants to laugh, but understands from her short time on this earth, that it would only embarrass him even further. But, oh my god... what a dork.

"Percy", she calls to the prone statue of a teenager with hands covering his face.

A smile breaks out across her face, even though she's trying desperately to keep it straight. She places her hand on his shoulder.

"It's f-ah! It's f-AHAHAHA!", she laughs uncontrollably, and has to support herself with the hand at his shoulder.

He peeks out from his hands to look at her, his face brilliantly crimson, and it gets her going harder.. He smiles, feeling the joy she radiates, and relishes witnessing her like this. She's leaning into him, her eyes tearing up as she looks up at the sky and blinks them away. Everytime she starts to catch her breath, she looks at him and thinks about it again, then sets off again. Her smile looks permanently glued onto her face, and her skin is as flushed as his was. He can't really find it within himself to be mad at her when she looks so beautiful. He feels this could prove to be a problem in the future. But for now, he just wants it to last forever, or for this moment to be etched into his mind for every time he will need it.

When she eventually calms down, shoulders only shaking now and again with wheezy giggles, her face is pressed into his chest. His arms have found their way around her, and she can't help herself from trying to burrow into him. And even though the last time she was kinda in this position with him, she was left sprawled out on the pavement, it feels familiar and safe. He is just so warm, and even with hard muscles against her, he is soft. He smells faintly like the ocean and those fruity body washes for little kids to use in bubble baths. He smells heavenly, and she decides right then that it's her favorite smell.

His chin comes to rest over her head without him really thinking about it. She smells like ink, lemons, and those expensive lady shampoos with thousands of words printed on them. He likes it, and likes her. He realizes he was wrong before, and would much rather have this moment etched into his brain.

"I like you too", she tells him once she's ready to come back to the real world again.

She pulls away just to see his face. And it is totally worth it. His smile is instant and radiant and so goddamn beautiful, and she realizes its the real reason all those kids needed to be here this morning. It should be the reason for everything.

"Well, alright then", was his only response.

And everything is so easy. And bright. Since when have colors been so beautiful and high school campuses so happy. Everything feels right in the world, and maybe everything could be, if Percy could be everywhere at once.

It's only slightly awkward as they continued through the school. She grabs his hand, and his ears turn pink. And at this point Annabeth knew she should be analyzing their interaction to death, trying to glean more information on their relationship. To get the definitive answers that she holds so dear. But it felt pretty clear. They liked each other, and it was as simple as that. Annabeth couldn't remember the last time feelings won over calculations.

She could get used to it.