Author's Note: Personally, I hate it when authors do this. But I'll make it quick. This is my first story, and I won't ask for a specific number of reviews or anything but…be kind and please review for me. (: Thanks you.

PS. This is after the LO (book 5) BUT Percy and Annabeth aren't together and Rachel isn't Oracle. It's a brand new take on a brand new game. ;) LOL.


I really didn't understand her. I mean, why was she so angry at me lately? I was doing nothing. Just relaxing after, oh nothing, just a WAR, with my friend. So what if that friend is RACHEL?

So, yeah. I hereby attest to the fact that Annabeth Chase has been driving me insane lately.

It all started when we finished Camp. Rachel was going to that all-girls school just like she told her parents and Annabeth was going to stay in New York. With me.

I mean, it's just Annabeth. It's not like I notice the way her luscious hair curls really softly or how her eyes are speckled with darker shades of grey. Or the way she licks her lips, moistening them, just before she starts arguing with me.

Of course not. Best friends don't notice things like that.

But, lately, since Rachel had come to town for spring break, Annabeth was being a real pain. She was always quiet, never like her proud, know-it-all self. And when I pointed this out she scoffed; "Pleas, percy. I'm just busy and unlike you. I don't have enough to go out with my friends."

And the way she said "friends" was so filled with venom and so…livid, I almost wet myself right there. She was honestly that scary.

Anyway, to reality. I was lounging around with Rachel, sitting in her room, on her bed talking to her. She was off in a corner eating and painting. Or eating what she was painting. Or painting what she was eating.

I don't know. I wasn't paying that much attention.

"You know, Perce," she said, "You've never mentioned that kiss I gave you."

This woke me up. I bolted upright. And said, just about the smartest thing in the world. "Huh?"

"Remember? In the car? At the beach. Right before you and Beckendorf went off," I said, smirking slightly.

"I, um, forgot." I said awkwardly. I didn't like this conversation. I knew Rachel still liked me…but I didn't like her like that. She was too much of a friend.

She raised her eyebrows and continued doing whatever she was doing. I was still in slight shock, but she didn't stop there.

"You know I like you, right?"

Yes, I did know. What I didn't know was what this sudden outbreak of touchy-feely time was. Or why it was.

"Um…" I settled for the truth, "Yeah. I do."

"Good," she said, walking over to me. She was now standing right in front of me, hands on her hips and paint splattered all over the front of her red t-shirt. "Because I really feel like doing this to you."

And then she kissed me.

I wasn't kissing back or anything…just in shock. Still.

I mean, yeah, being kissed is great. And Rachel seemed good at it. But there was one person who was on my mind. One person who had kissed me, but to this day is too proud to mention it.

And that one person burst into the room right at that moment.


Author's Note: I'll update soon. Promise. And, plus, I'm in the mood for simple fluff. Fun, good fluff. And maybe some lemons later. Here's a hint for what'll happen next time: People need trips. Especially road trips. Especially when road trips are to your favorite place in the world.