Annabeth was still in her cabin when I found her. I could see her staring in the bathroom, staring in the mirror. Her arm around her stomach. I knocked on the door. She called come in, and whirled out of the bathroom. I took one look at her and whispered, "You're crying." I saw a funny little look on her face. Tears were still pouring out of her eyes, but she was laughing. "Come on," I coaxed, "I saw a bit of a smile." I grinned, and she glanced up at me.

I sighed and took a seat on a bed, and she sat beside me. Far away (insert frown) but she sat beside me. I knew that it would take a lot of convincing to get her to sit through a talk about our situation and relationship status, and even then, she wouldn't change her mind, so I wasn't going to even try. Besides, there was more I needed to talk to her about.

"Annabeth, there are a few things that I want to tell you. Nothing relating to you and me, or Rachel. It's about me being a . . ." I started, and stopped. I still can't say that I'm a god out loud. I must still be in shock or something. Annabeth looked up at me from under her lashes (cutest thing ever) and nodded, so I continued, "I'm staying at Camp. I'll hang around here, maybe teach a couple of classes or something. My dad has a place where I can stay if I want too, under water. I'll maybe go there sometimes. My status as a god is 'Prince of the Seas,' like Poseidon is king. I rule under him but I'm still able to make my own decisions about certain stuff." I took a breath, gaped like a fish for a few seconds and slid a little closer to her. I did a happy dance in my mind when she didn't slide away. It gave me the confidence to ask, "Now, why are you crying?"

Annabeth didn't say a word, and it hurt a little bit, knowing she didn't want to tell me. It wasn't like she couldn't tell me, but she didn't want too. I was her best friend, but then we were together, and then Rachel made up that lie, and it all went downhill from there. It was awkweird.

I believe you mean 'awkward.' Prim and proper Angel supplied.

If he'd meant awkward he would have said awkward, but he didn't. Devil jumped in.

"Can two gods be wrong?" Annabeth asked, and I was quickly catpaulted out of my argument.

"About the same thing?" I asked when she nodded, I shrugged and said, "It depends, I guess, on who the gods are and what the thing is."

"The scariest one and the angriest one." She answered quietly.

I blanched. They agreed on something? What would the god of the dead and the goddess of love have to agree on? I mean, aren't the kind of on opposite sides? "Aphrodite and Hades agree on something?" She nodded, and then it hit me, "This something was about you?" I gasped. She nodded, and I was once again left confused. "I don't think those two gods would be wrong, but, I'm wondering why Hades would be agreeing to something in Aphrodite's expertise."

"He didn't know that he was agreeing with her. He just knew my future and he gave me advice for it and Aphrodite had said something like it." Her future? I looked at her beautiful face with the puffy eyes and messy hair and wondered, was I in her future? Hades had said something, and so did Aphrodite. Wait! Hold on. They cannot be agreeing on to completely seperate issues, so if they were talking about the same things then . . . then

Hold on boys, he's gonna blow! Devil yelled.

THEN I WAS IN HER FUTURE! Like, intimately. I think. I hope. I took her hands, and she didn't pull away. "Annabeth, I don't understand you. You said that you loved me. Why won't you be with me? Rachel's baby isn't mine. How can you not trust me enough to tell you the truth? If it is mine, I'll take care of it, but I need you. After all these years I've wanted you, and then I find out you want me too, then, everything gets messed up, and I can't have you because of you. Please, Annabeth. Please." I poured my heart out to her, and she looked at me with this heartwrenching look on her face, I could see every line of pain etched there. I went on my knees in front of her, still holding onto her hands, I looked like I was proposing. I wasn't, totally not . . .yet. But don't tell her that.

Her lips moved, like she was going to say something. It wasn't even a whisper, no sound come from her lips, but it looked like she was saying 'Percy.' That gave me hope.

Her expression changed, and I sat, scared on the floor because of what she might decide. Her hands ripped from mine, and I felt my heart drop. I felt like I had just been run over by Ares in a twenty ton truck. All of a sudden, her arms were around my neck and she kissed me. I pulled her closer, leaning against a random bed. She accepted me, and I couldn't be happier. I wanted to stay there forever (literally in my case, but she didn't have that long). She pulled away and breathed, "We have to get back." I kissed her again, but stood.

"We still have to keep this away from out parents." I nodded, I wasn't that much of a Seaweed Brain. Okay, maybe I was, but I kissed her again anyway.

We stepped into the place where everyone was still eating, and all of a sudden, it was so quiet, I felt like Nico had up and killed everyone. I felt fury rolling from somewhere to my left, and I turned to see Dad and Athena glaring at me. I began to shake, and I knew Annabeth was just as scared. Who would have ratted on us though? As far as I knew, nobody else but Annabeth and I knew. Oh, and Grover and Juniper, but they wouldn't tell.

And then I saw.

I don't own Percy Jackson And The Olympians. Don't forget to ask questions if you're confused and read Inner Conflict- Annabeth's POV.

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