The Girl and Guy Codes

Rule 1: If you've known a guy for more than 24 hours, his sister is off limits forever! Unless you actually marry her.

Rule 2: When questioned by a friend's girlfriend, you need not and should not provide any information as to his whereabouts. You are even permitted to deny his very existence.

Hescrolled farther down, smirking.

Rule 14: Women who claim they "love to watch sports" must be treated as spies until they demonstrate knowledge of the game and the ability to pick a Buffalo wing clean.

Not a problem. Annabeth watched sports with him all the time.

Rule 38: The morning after you and a babe, who was formerly "just a friend", go at it the fact that you're feeling weird and guilty is no reason not to jump on her again before there is a discussion about what a big mistake it was.

The morning after their first time had been something like that, but Annabeth had been the one rolling on top of him, kissing him like no tomorrow, making him feel the way he had felt the night before.

Rule 50: Only acceptable time when a man is allowed to cry:

-when a heroic dog dies to save his master

-after being struck in the testicles with anything moving faster than 7 mph

-the day Anna Kornikova chooses a husband.

Orwhen Annabeth storms out the door and you think you'll never see her again And even that was a bit iffy, according to Grover.

Rule 61: No man shall ever keep track of, or count, the amount of beers he has had in a night.

Unless, of course, you and Nico are having a competition to see how many you can drink before giving up or throwing up. Nico, being younger and less aware of the affects alcohol can have on a body, gave up first.

Percy scrolled back through the list, laughing at some, groaning at others, and enjoying the thoughts that some put in his head. Just his luck that Annabeth would walk into the study, lean over his chair and catch him reading:

Rule 33: Never allow a telephone conversation with a woman to go on longer than you are able to have sex with her. Keep a stopwatch nearby, hang up if necessary.

"Is that why our phone conversations always last less than ten minutes?" she mumbled.

He laughed, spinning around in his chair. "Ten minutes, my sword."

"Which one?" She winked. With another laugh he grabbed her around the waist, pulling her into his lap. "So, what are you reading?"

"The Official Guy Code."

Annabeth scrolled over the list to the bottom as Percy kissing her shoulder.

"'It is the God given duty of every man to assist any other man that may be in need of assistance in obtaining every guy's dream, threesome with two girls'?"

He shrugged, lips still on Annabeth's perfectly smooth skin.

"That's really every guy's dream?"

"Hey, don't look at me like that. I didn't make the list."

"What about the girl's code?"

"There is such a thing?"

"Of course!" she said, clicking around a bit while Percy lips moved up to her jaw. "Look!"

Rule 17: Always leave a man wanting more but don't leave him guessing too long since guys do not take hints easily.

"I can take a hint!" he said defensively.

"Oh, really? So why didn't you say anything after Mt. St. Helens?"

He blushed noticeably, avoiding her gaze and instead focusing on the screen as he answered with, "Because you kinda sprung it on me."

"Sure, sure."

Rule 19: Chicks before Dicks. Simple.

"Does that apply always?" Percy asked, pointing to the rule. "Remember the night you hung up on Rachel's IM because I'd just gotten out of the shower and—"

"Shut up, Seaweed Brain."

"I'm just saying—"

"You're really annoying, ya know that?"

"I love you, too, Annabeth."

Sleep

He couldn't sleep—he couldn't risk another nightmare like the one he'd had the other night. So, he distracted himself by looking over at Annabeth.

She was so utterly beautiful. Her lips were pursed, since her hand was under a cheek, forcing her to look somewhat like a fish—but a cute fish. Her hair was tied up, but loose strands hung over her face, framing the innocent look.

Percy knew he didn't look like that when he slept. When he slept he drooled, he tossed and turned and couldn't lie still. But as he curled his body around Annabeth's, he found sleep coming easily.

She fit perfectly into him.

With a sigh, he closed his eyes. And seconds later he was asleep.

Homecoming

Senior year. Homecoming dance.

"Did he ask you?"

"Well, are you two going together or not?"

"Oh, what are you doing to wear?"

Percy sighed, leaning against his locker. All of his friends expected him to ask someone! How was he supposed to tell them that the one girl he would even consider asking to something as cheesy and pointless as Homecoming was the one girl who had tests to study for?

Mason insisted he bring the blonde that interrupted swim practice, while some of the other guys encouraged him to ask one of the cheerleaders. Nadia, perhaps.

"Have you decided what you're doing yet?" Mason asked, noticing the stressed look in his friend's eyes.

"Stay home."

"Dude—"

"Yeah, yeah, I know," he mumbled, contemplating how pissed the rest of the team would be if he didn't show up for their last Homecoming at Goode. "But what am I supposed to do? You guys are all bringing dates and my girlfriend doesn't wanna come!"

"Says you."

"She has to study anyway."

Mason rolled his eyes. "Just be there. You'll figure something out."

Well, there was always Rachel.

Later that night he got dressed, jacket and tie and everything, praying to every god that the night would go smoothly.

But when he walked into the room, it didn't matter anymore, because there she was. Dressed in blue, curls cascading down her bare shoulders.

"You dirty little liar," he said as he finished hugging her.

Annabeth smiled. "I couldn't let you go alone, Percy. Besides, Mason called me."

"Remind me to thank him later."

"Why?"

"The dress is against the dress code. It's not allowed to be strapless. That means," he said, touching his forehead to hers, "that we get to—I mean have to—leave."

A/N: Please review!

Love,

E. M. Zeray