Author has written 3 stories for Percy Jackson and the Olympians, and Hunger Games.
Ohello. I'm Alexandra but you can call me Xan. I am a fangirl, yupp. xD Uh, below this you will find some pointless things that I had put on this account years ago and am too lazy to delete. Oh, and if you love Marina and the Diamonds I will be your very best friend. o_o Kaybai.
Don't follow in my footsteps; I run into walls.
I ran with scissors, and lived!
People say that I have totally lost it. I wasn't even aware I had it.
You don't have to be faster than the bear; you just have to be faster than the slowest guy running from the bear.
He who laughs last, thinks slowest.
Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself, where the heck is the ceiling.
When everything's coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.
Everyone makes mistakes. The trick is to make mistakes when nobody is looking.
I used to have an open mind, but my brains kept falling out.
Everything here is eatable. Even me, but that my children is called cannibalism, and is frowned upon in most societies.
I don't suffer from insanity... I enjoy every minute of it!
Never knock on Death’s door, ring the doorbell and run away, he hates that.
They say the truth will set you free. Then why is it every time I tell the truth, I get sent to my room?
Arachibutyrophobia: Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth. (PEANUT BUTTER ROCKS)
Alektorophobia: Fear of chickens. (Chickens?)
Anatidaephobia: the fear that somehow, somewhere, a duck is watching you. (Hahahahahahahahahahahaha:) I love this one!)
Bibliophobia: Fear of books. (How can someone be afraid of BOOKS!!!!!!!!!)
Cathisophobia: Fear of sitting. (You must be tired)
Dextrophobia: Fear of objects at the right side of the body (Wha?!?!)
Dipsophobia: Fear of drinking. (Dehydration, here you come)
Euphobia: Fear of hearing good news.
Geliophobia: Fear of laughter.
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia: Fear of long words. (Ironic)
Mnemophobia: Fear of memories (Hey, remember- Whoops!)
Pantophobia: Fear of everything.
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“Let us find the dam snack bar,” Zoë said. “We should eat while we can.”
Grover cracked a smile. “The dam snack bar?”
Zoë blinked. “Yes. What is funny?”
“Nothing,” Grover said, trying to keep a strait face. “I could use some dam French fries.”
Even Thalia smiled at that. “And I need to use the dam restroom.”
“I do not understand.”
“I want to use the dam water fountain,” Grover said.
“And…” Thalia tried to catch her breath. “I need to buy a dam T-shirt.”
-Zoë, Grover, and Thalia, The Titan’s Curse
Ever had a flying burrito hit you? Well it’s deadly, right up there with cannonballs and grenades. –Percy, The Titan’s Curse
He fished out his acorns and threw them onto the sand, then played his pipes. They rearranged themselves in a pattern that made no sense to me, but Grover looked concerned.
“That’s us,” he said. “Those five nuts right there.”
“Which one is me?” I asked.
“The little deformed one,” Zoë suggested.
-Grover, Percy, and Zoë, The Titan’s Curse
“Apollo?” I guessed, because I figured nobody else could make a haiku that bad.
“I’m incognito. Call me Fred.”
“A god named Fred?”
-Percy and Apollo, The Titan’s Curse
“Love conquers all,” Aphrodite promised. “Look at Helen and Paris. Did they let anything come between them?”
“Didn’t they start the Trojan War and get thousands of people killed?”
-Aphrodite and Percy, The Titan’s Curse
“He looked… nervous. He told his monsters to spare me. He wanted to tell me something.”
“Probably, ‘Hi, Annabeth! Sit here with me and watch while I tear you friends apart. It’ll be fun!”
-Annabeth and Percy, The Battle of the Labyrinth
“They asked me a lot of questions about you. I played dumb.”
“Was it hard?”
-Rachel and Annabeth, The Battle of the Labyrinth
We only came close to dying six or seven times, which I thought was pretty good. –Percy, The Sea of Monsters.
“Wow,” Thalia muttered. “Apollo is hot.”
“He’s the sun god,” I said.
“That’s not what I meant.”
Thalia and Percy, The Titan’s Curse
It seemed weird calling a teenager ‘sir’ but I’d learned to be careful with immortals. They tended to get offended easily. Then they blew stuff up. –Percy, The Titan’s Curse
You deal with mythological stuff for a few years, you learn that paradises are usually places where you get killed. –Percy, The Battle of the Labyrinth
I nodded, looking at Rachel with respect. “You hit the Lord of the Titans in the eye with a blue plastic hairbrush.” –Percy, The Battle of the Labyrinth
“It is a day when things…stir.”
The way he said it, stirring sounded absolutely sinister-like it should be a first-degree felony, not something you did to cookie dough.
“Okay,” Annabeth said, glaring at the centaur. “Thank you, Captain Sunshine.”
-Chiron and Annabeth, The Lost Hero
“It’ll be dangerous,” Nyssa warned him. “Hardship, monsters, terrible suffering”
“Oh.” Suddenly Leo didn’t look so excited. Then he remembered everyone was watching. “I mean… Oh, cool! Suffering? I love suffering! Let’s do this.”
-Nyssa and Leo, The Lost Hero
Suddenly there was a collective gasp. Everyone stared at Piper like she’d just exploded. –Piper, The Lost Hero
“Since the first Great Prophecy predicted the Titan War, we can guess the second Great Prophecy will predict something at least that bad.”
“Or worse,” Chiron murmured.
Maybe he didn’t mean everyone to overhear, but they did. The campfire immediately turned a dark purple.
-Rachel and Chiron, The Lost Hero.
“The Senate and the People of Rome. Though why you would burn that on you own arm, I don’t know. Unless you had a really harsh Latin teacher…” –Annabeth, The Lost Hero.
Even that horrible zit at the base of her nose, which she’d had for so many days she’d started to call it Bob, had disappeared. –Piper, The Lost Hero
“I can’t summon any more gas! Wow, that came out wrong. I mean the burning kind.” –Leo, The Lost Hero
Piper did better than that. She collapsed.
–Thalia and Piper, The Lost Hero
They were standing on the Aphrodite cabin’s table, and Piper had one foot in Drew’s pizza. –Piper, The Lost Hero
Lacy was bouncing up and down like she was trying to achieve liftoff. –Piper, The Lost Hero
A few other kids started to grin, as if they were enjoying the different colors Drew’s face was turning.
-Piper, The Lost Hero
We careened out of the Lincoln Tunnel and back into the rainstorm, people and monsters tossed around the bus. –Percy, The Lightning Thief
“You have offended the gods. You shall die.”
“I liked you better as a math teacher,” I told her.
-Mrs. Dodds and Percy, The Lightning Thief
“Braccas meas vescimini!” I yelled.
I wasn’t sure where the Latin came from. I think it meant “Eat my pants!” –Percy, The Lightning Thief
Behind her came two more old ladies: one in a green hat, one in a purple hat. Otherwise they looked exactly like Mrs. Dodds. Triplet demon grandmothers. –Percy, the Lightning Thief
“Hey guys!” Grover yelled somewhere above us. “I think she’s unconscious!”
“Maybe not,” Grover corrected.
-Grover and Medusa, The Lightning Thief
She’d also called me brave…unless she was talking to the catfish. –Percy, The Lightning Thief
“It only works on wild animals.”
“So it would only affect Percy,” Annabeth reasoned.
-Grover and Annabeth, The Lightning Thief
Our English teacher, Dr. Boring (I’m not kidding; that’s his real name), adjusted his glasses and frowned.
-Percy, The Demigod Files
Fortunately he’d shrunk back to normal size, so his hug was like getting hit by a tractor, not the entire farm. –Percy, The Last Olympian
"With great power... comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later." -Nico, The Last Olympian
In a way, it's nice to know that there are Greek gods out there, because you have somebody to blame when things go wrong. For instance, when you're walking away from a bus that's just been attacked by monster hags and blown up by lightning, and it's raining on top of everything else, most people might think that's just really bad luck; when you're a half-blood, you understand that some devine force is really trying to mess up your day. -Percy, The Lightning Thief
"Yay!" he said. "Now we can eat peanut butter sandwiches and ride fish ponies! We can fight monsters and see Annabeth and make things go BOOM!"
“So Zeus sent this magical flying ram with golden wool, which picked them up in Greece and carried them all the way to Colchis in Asia Minor. Well, actually it carried Cadmus. Europa fell off and died along the way, but that's not important."
Jumping out a window five hundred feet above ground is not usually my idea of fun. Especially when I'm wearing bronze wings and flapping my arms like a duck.
Hades raised an eyebrow. When he sat forward in his throne, shadowy faces appeared in the folds of his black robes, faces of torment,as if the garment was stitched of trapped souls from the Fields of Punishment, trying to get out. The ADHD part of me wondered, off-task, whether the rest of his clothes were made the same way. What horrible things would you have to do in your life to get woven into Hades' underwear?
"You're a half-blood, too?"
The cafe windows wrapped all the way around the observation floor, which gave us a beautiful panoramic view of the skeleton army that had come to kill us.
"How did you die?"
"Don't feel bad, I'm usually about to die."
"So, you wrecked Alcatraz Island, made Mount St. Helens explode, and displaced half a million people, but at least you're safe."
"Two weeks ago, you thought she was sending you a distress call in your mashed potatoes."
I'm here to tell you, that comment about weasel cookies probably saved the known universe."
-Aphosis, Ra, and Carter, The Throne of Fire
"You're the vulture goddess. Neckbutt, is it?" -Sadie, The Throne of Fire
“He’s going to swallow the sun, plunge the earth into eternal darkness, and otherwise make us have a very bad day” –Sadie, the Throne of Fire
Liz cleared her throat. “Isn’t there a more polite term we’re supposed to use nowadays? Like…little person, or vertically challenged, or-“
“I’m not going to call myself the god of vertically challenged people.”
-Liz and Bes, The Throne of Fire
or me, crazy is a loose term. Crazy is when you start dancing in Wal-Mart to its cheesy music. Crazy is when you laugh uncontrollably at your own jokes. Crazy is when you stare at a pencil and laugh when someone asks you what is so interesting about the eraser. Crazy is when you have an hour-long sob fest, and then start singing and dancing when your favorite song comes on. Crazy is when you do or say a completely random thing, like "Do you ever wonder where the eraser bits go?" Crazy is when you have a thumb war with yourself. Crazy is when you type up all your favorite sayings, print them off and tape them to your wall, just for something to do. Crazy is when you laugh when nothing's funny. Crazy is when you crack up if someone says "Oatmeal!" Crazy is when you forget what you're saying in the middle of a sentence. Crazy is when you take the time to write down stuff like this and memorize it. Crazy is when you memorized every single line of the Harry Potter series. Crazy is when you’re so obsessed with CSI that you bang on the T.V. every now and then to see if Grissom will come out . Crazy is when you’re going through this as a checklist. Crazy is when you quote Charlie the Unicorn at random moments. Crazy is when you eat twenty pixie sticks in one day. Crazy is when you’re crazy. Crazy is when start talking nonsense everyday during gym. Crazy is when you convince your friends your 'high' because you can't stop laughing even when nothing is funny. And then all of you convince the nearest adult that you're having a breakdown. Crazy is when you trip up the stairs, and laugh all the way back down them. When you go to look at cats and can't stop. Crazy is when your binder of Spanish vocabulary words gets so big and thick that you title it Harry Potter and the Spanish Vocabulary. Crazy is when you doze off playing your virtual iPod in your head and are snapped out of it when I friend asks you why your wiggling to what seems like a beat. Crazy is when you stand on the street corner dressed in snazzy costumes and sing the Lollipop song at the top of your lungs while waving at random cars as they drive by. Crazy is when you fall out of bed and then ask the floor if it's OK. Crazy is when you go on a sugar high when you haven't eaten anything sugary all day. Crazy is when someone knocks you flat on your back and you’re the one who gets up laughing. Crazy is when you draw shoes on your revision paper when you're supposed to be revising. Crazy is when you scream when the toaster pops after watching something kind of scary. Crazy is when you watch a movie or read a book and you start being the characters in the book along with being yourself! Crazy is when you force yourself to become slap happy to lessen a blow. Crazy is when you change the lyrics to 'Frosty the Snowman' and walk around the playground singing 'Frosty the Snow Pile!' Crazy is when someone says “You’re crazy!” and you grin in a maniac way, start rocking back and forth in your chair and answer “You’ve just realized?!” Crazy is when you dance in front of the whole school with a book on your head just to see if anyone will comment. Crazy is when you're home alone and won't go into the basement of your house without a baseball bat. Crazy is when someone says ROFL you actually do it. If you're crazy, copy this onto your profile and add something crazy you've done to the list!
Here's all of the PERCABETH MOMENTS IN THE BOOKS:
The Lightning ThiefPage 56
The last thing I remember is collapsing on a wooden porch, looking at a ceiling fan circling above me, moths flying around a yellow light, the stern faces of a familiar-looking bearded man and a pretty girl, her blond hair curled like a princess's. They both looked down at me, and the girl said, "He's the one. He must be."
She was probably my age, maybe a couple of inches taller, and a whole lot more athletic looking. wither her deep tan and her curl blond hair, she was almost exactly what I thought a stereotypical California girl would look like, except her eyes ruined the image. They were startling gray, like storm clouds; pretty, but intimidating, too, as if she were analyzing the best way to take me down in a fight.
Annabeth stared at me. I couldn't tell whether she was just grossed out or angry at me for dousing her.
"Annabeth, I'm sorry about the toilets."
She pushed ahead, leaving me in the dust.
I was about to join the celebration when Annabeth's voice, right next to me in the creek, said, "Not bad, hero."
"I've been waiting a long time for a quest, seaweed brain," she said. "Athena is no fan of Poseidon, but if you're going to save the world, I'm the best person to keep you from messing up.
After a few minutes, Annabeth fell in line next to me. "Look, I..." Her voice faltered. "I appreciate your coming back for us, okay? That was really brave."
"You're pretty good with that knife," I said.
"Forget it," I said. "You're impossible."
I looked at Annabeth, daring her to criticize.
I tried not to drool in my sleep, since Annabeth was sitting right next to me.
I wanted to make Annabeth feel better, but I didn't know how.
"Can't we work together a little?" I pleaded. "I mean, didn't Athena and Poseidon ever cooperate?"
Annabeth stood behind him, trying to look angry, but even she seemed relieved to see me. "We can't leave you alone for five minutes! What happened?"
"Are you kidding?" she looked at me as if I'd just dropped from the moon. Her cheeks were bright red.
"Hey," Annabeth said, "I'm sorry for freaking out back at the water park, Percy."
"So if the gods fight," I said, "will things line up the way they did with the Trojan War? will it be Athena versus Poseidon?"
"Why can't you place a blessing like that on us?" I asked.
Annabeth grabbed hold of my hand. Under normal circumstances, this would've embarrassed me, but I understood how she felt. She wanted reassurance that somebody else was alive on this boat.
Annabeth and I looked at each other. I could tell she was nursing an idea probably the same one she'd gotten during the taxi ride to L.A., but she was too scared to share it. That was enough to terrify me.
Annabeth sat next to me, holding my nectar glass and dabbing a washcloth on my forehead.
She pursed her lips. "You won't try anything stupid during the school year, will you? At least...not without sending me an Iris-message?"
She touched Thalia's pine tree, then allowed herself to be lead over the crest and into the mortal world.
The Sea of MonstersPage 12
In social studies, while we were drawing latitude/longitude maps, I opened my notebook and stared at the photo inside-my friend Annabeth on vacation in Washington D.C. She was wearing jeans and a denim jacket over her orange Camp Half-Blood T-shirt. Her blond hair was pulled back in a bandanna. She was standing in front of the Lincoln Memorial with her arms crossed, looking extremely pleased with herself, like she'd personally designed the place. See, Annabeth wants to be an architect when she grows up, so she's always visiting famous monuments and stuff. She's weird that way. She'd emailed me the picture after spring break, and every once in a while I'd look at it just to remind myself she was real and Camp Half-Blood hadn't just been my imagination.
Annabeth punched him in the nose and knocked him flat. "And you," she told him, "lay off my friend."
"Annabeth..." I stammered. "How did you...how long have you..."
Now, under different circumstances, I would've been really happy to see her. we'd made our peace last summer, despite the fact that her mom was Athena and didn't get along with my dad. I'd missed Annabeth probably more than I'd wanted to admit.
The only good thing about our punishment was that it gave Annabeth and me a common enemy and lots of time to talk.
"A half-blood hideout." I looked at Annabeth in awe. 'You made this place?"
I tried to stay mad at her, but it wasn't easy. We'd been through a lot together. she'd saved my life plenty of times. It was stupid of me to resent her.
"Then why do the gods even let me live? It would be safer to kill me."
I almost didn't recognize her. she was wearing a sleeveless silk dress like C.C.'s, only white. Her blond hair was newly washed and combed and braided with gold. Worst of all, she was wearing makeup, which I never thought Annabeth would be caught dead in. I mean, she looked good. Really good. I probably would've been tongue-tied if I could've said anything except reet, reet, reet. But there was also something totally wrong about it. It just wasn't Annabeth.
Before I could figure out how to apologize for being such an idiot, she tackled me with a hug, then pulled away just as quickly. "I'm glad you're not a guinea pig."
"Don't untie me," she said, "no matter what happens or how much I plead. I'll want to go straight over the edge and drown myself."
She started to sob-I mean horrible, heartbroken sobbing. she put her head on my shoulder and i held her.
I made a silent promise to the gods that if we survived this, I'd tell Annabeth she was a genius. The frightening thing was, I knew the gods would hold me to it.
Which reminded me...I still owed the gods a debt.
"Percy is too nice," Annabeth grumbled, but I couldn't help thinking that maybe, just maybe, she was a little impressed. I'd surprised her, anyway. And that wasn't easy to do.
Tyson blushed. The crowd cheered. Annabeth planted a kiss on my cheek. The roaring got a lot louder after that.
The Titan's CursePage 2
"it's okay, Ms. Jackson." Annabeth smiled reassuringly. Her blond hair was tucked into a ski cap and her gray eyes were the same color as the ocean. "We'll keep him out of trouble."
I looked nervously at Annabeth, then at the groups of girls who were roaming the gym.
He went on asking questions. did I fight a lot with Thalia, since she was a daughter of Zeus? (I didn't answer that one.) If Annabeth's mother was Athena, the goddess of wisdom, then why didn't Annabeth know better than to fall off a cliff? (I tried not to strangle Nico for asking that one.) Was Annabeth my girlfriend? (At this point, I was ready to stick the kid in a meat-flavored sack and throw him to the wolves.)
I took Annabeth's baseball cap out of my backpack and set it on my nightstand. I'd give it to her when I found her. And I would find her.
He gave me the brochure. It was about the Hunters of Artemis. The font read, A WISE CHOICE FOR YOUR FUTURE! Inside were pictures of young maidens doing hunter stuff, chasing monsters, shooting bows. There were captions like: HEALTH BENEFITS: IMMORTALITY AND WHAT IT MEANS FOR YOU! and A BOY-FREE TOMORROW!
Then I noticed a pink silk scarf with a label attached to it. I picked up the tag and tried to read it:
SCARF OF THE GODDESS APHRODITE
I stared at the scarf. I'd totally forgotten about it. Two years ago, Annabeth had ripped this scarf out of my hands and said something like, Oh, no. no love magic for you!
But Thalia held out her spear. "You want some, Seaweed Brain?"
"I don't have much time," my mom said. "Percy, whatever you decide, I love you. And I know you'll do what's best for Annabeth."
When she smiled at me, just for a moment she looked a little like Annabeth. Then like this television actress I used to have a crush on in fifth grade. Then...well, you get the idea.
I half expected Mrs. Chase to turn into a raving lunatic at the mention of her stepdaughter, but she just pursed her lips and looked concerned. "All right. Do on up to the study and i'll bring you some food." She smile at me. "Nice meeting you, Percy. I've heard a lot about you."
"I don't know," she admitted. "But thank you for rescuing me."
A feeling of panic seized me. "Annabeth," I said under my breath. "Don't."
"Was she giving you a hard time?" Annabeth asked.
"I'll fill you in later," Chiron said with forced cheerfulness. "The important thing is you have prevailed. and you save Annabeth!"
The Battle of the LabyrinthPage 2
"Think positive. Tomorrow you're off to camp! After orientation, you've got your date-"
I burst out of the alley onto East 81st and ran straight into Annabeth.
Annabeth stared at me for a second. Then she turned and took off.
Someone else slid next to me on the bench: Annabeth.
Annabeth nodded. Despite how serious she was acting, I was happy she wasn't mad at me anymore. and I kind of liked the fact that she'd broken the rules to come sit next to me.
Over at the head table, Quintus cleared his throat. I got the feeling he didn't want to make a scene, but Annabeth was really pushing it, sitting at my table so long.
Quintus kept rattling off names until he said, "Percy Jackson with Annabeth Chase."
I started forward, but Annabeth stopped me. "Don't take another step," she warned. "We need to find the exit."
"I've been studying architecture for years," she said. "I know Daedalus's Labyrinth better than anybody."
Annabeth stood in the back of the room, rifling through old scrolls.
I tried to fall asleep, but I couldn't. Something about getting chased by a large dragon lady with poison swords made it real hard to relax. I picked up my bedroll and dragged it over to where Annabeth was sitting, keeping watch.
"I'm a child of Athena," she insisted. and this is an insult to my intelligence. I won't answer these questions."
I didn't dare call after her, but I didn't like the idea of her approaching the forge on her own. If those things out there could sense a god coming, would Annabeth be safe?
The Infamous Page 203
"Put your cap back on," I said. "Get out!"
Annabeth turned to face the audience. She looked terrible. Her eyes were puffy from crying, but she managed to say, "He was probably the bravest friend I've ever had. He..." Then she saw me. Her face went blood red. "He's right there!"
Annabeth glared at me. "You are the single most annoying person I have ever met!" And she stormed out of the room.
"We'll try, Ms. Jackson," Annabeth said. "Keeping your son safe is a big job, though." She folded her arms and glared out the kitchen window. I picked at my napkin and tried not to say anything.
Annabeth stood. "The fire's getting low. I'll go look for some more scraps while you guys talk strategy." And she marched off into the shadows.
Kampê landed on the Athena command tent, smashing it flat. I ran after her and found Annabeth at my side, keeping pace, her sword in hand.
Annabeth and I pretty much skirted around each other. I was glad to be with her, but it also kind of hurt, and it hurt when I wasn't with her, too.
I hoped Annabeth would be riding into Manhattan with me, but she only came to see me off. She said she'd arranged to stay at camp a little longer. She would tend to Chiron until his leg was fully recovered, and keep studying Daedalus's laptop, which had engrossed her for the past two months. Then she would head back to her father's place in San Francisco.
"I'm sorry," Annabeth told me. "I-I should get back. I'll keep in touch."
"You've had a rough summer," he said. "I'm guessing you lost someone important. And...girl trouble?"
"You'd better go," Poseidon said. "But, Percy, one last thing you should know. that incident at Mount St. Helens..."
The Demigod FilesThe Bronze DragonPage 34-36
On the blue team were Hephaestus's cabin, Apollo, Hermes, and me—the only demigod in Poseidon's cabin. The bad news was that for once, Athena and Ares—both war god cabins—were against us on the red team, along with Aphrodite, Dionysus, and Demeter. Athena's cabin held the other flag, and my friend Annabeth was their captain.
Annabeth is not somebody you want as an enemy.
Right before the game, she strolled up to me. "Hey, seaweed brain."
"Will you stop calling me that?"
She knows I hate that name, mostly because I never have a good comeback. She's the daughter of Athena, which doesn't give me a lot of ammunition. I mean,Owl-head and Wise Girl are kind of lame insults.
"You know you love it." She bumped me with her shoulder, which I guess was supposed to be friendly, but she was wearing full Greek armor, so it kind of hurt. Her gray eyes sparkled under the helmet. Her blond ponytail curled around one shoulder. It was hard for anyone to look cute in combat armor, but Annabeth pulled it off.
"Tell you what." She lowered her voice. "We're going to crush you tonight, but if you pick a safe position—like right flank, for instance—I'll make sure you don't get pulverized too much."
"Gee, thanks," I said, "but I'm playing to win."
She smiled. "See you on the battlefield."
She jogged back to her teammates, who all laughed and gave her highfives. I'd never seen her so happy, like the chance to beat me up was the best thing that had ever happened to her.
Beckendorf walked up with his helmet under his arm. "She likes you, man."
"Sure," I muttered. "She likes me for target practice."
"Nah, they always do that. A girl starts trying to kill you, you know she's into you."
"Makes a lot of sense."
Beckendorf shrugged. "I know about these things. You ought to ask her to the fireworks."
I couldn't tell if he was serious. Beckendorf was lead counselor for Hephaestus. He was this huge African American dude with a permanent scowl, muscles like a pro ballplayer, and hands calloused from working in the forges his whole life. He'd just turned eighteen and was on his way to NYU in the fall. Since he was older, I usually listened to him about stuff, but the idea of asking Annabeth to the Fourth of July fireworks down at the beach—like, the biggest dating event of the summer—made my stomach do somersaults.
"If I was going to pick one person in the world to reattach my head," I said, "I'd pick you."
I just blurted it out—to give her confidence, I guess—but immediately I realized it sounded pretty stupid.
"Awww. . ." Silena sniffled and wiped her eyes. "Percy, that is so sweet!"
Annabeth blushed. "Shut up, Silena. Hand me your dagger."
I was afraid Annabeth was going to stab me with it.
Annabeth came up to me and squeezed my shoulder. "Hey, seaweed brain, you okay?"
"Fine... I guess." I was thinking how close I'd come to being chopped into demigod hash in the dragon's mouth.
"You did great." Annabeth's smile was a lot nicer than that stupid dragon's.
"You, too," I said shakily.
Watching them, with my arm around Annabeth for support, I felt pretty uncomfortable. I silently cursed Beckendorf for being so brave, and I don't mean for facing the dragon. After three years, he'd finally gotten the courage to ask Silena Beauregard out. It wasn't fair.
"You know," Annabeth said as we struggled along, "it wasn't the bravest thing I've ever seen."
I blinked. Had she been reading my thoughts?
"Um... what do you mean?"
Annabeth gripped my wrist as we stumbled through a shallow creek. "You stood up to the dragon so Beckendorf would have his chance to jump—nowthat was brave."
"Or pretty stupid."
"Percy, you're a brave guy," she said. "Just take the compliment. I swear, it is so hard?"
We locked eyes. Our faces were, like, two inches apart. My chest felt a little funny, like my heart was trying to do jumping jacks.
"So..." I said. "I guess Silena and Charlie are going to the fireworks together."
"I guess so," Annabeth agreed.
"Yeah," I said. "Um, about that—"
I don't know what I would've said, but just then, three of Annabeth's siblings from the Athena cabin burst out of the bushes with their swords drawn.
But Annabeth just smiled and put us in jail. As she was heading back to the front line, she turned and winked. "See you at the fireworks?"
She didn't even wait for my answer before darting off into the woods.
I looked at Beckendorf. "Did she just... ask me out?"
He shrugged, completely disgusted. "Who knows with girls? Give me a haywire dragon, any day."
Interview with ANNABETH CHASE, Daughter of AthenaPage 70-71
Of all of your Camp Half-Blood friends, who would you most like to have with you in battle?
You've been known to call Percy "Seaweed Brain" from time to time. what's his most annoying quality?
The Last OlympianPage 46
Annabeth ran in right behind him, and I'll admit my heart did a little relay race in my chest when I saw her. It's not that she tried to look good. We'd been doing so many combat missions lately, she hardly brushed her curly blond hair anymore, and she didn't care what clothes she was wearing - usually the same old orange camp T-shirt and jeans, and once in a while her bronze armor. Her eyes were stormy gray. Most of the time we couldn't get through a conversation without tryign to strangle each other. Still, just seeing her made me feel fuzzy in the head. Last summer, before Luke turned into Kronos and everything went sour, there had been a few times when I thought maybe...well, that we might get past the strangle-each-other phase.
Annabeth wiped a tear from her cheek. "I'm glad you're not dead, Seaweed Brain."
We locked eyes. I thought of a different time last summer, under Mount St. Helens, when Annabeth thought I was going to die, and she kissed me.
Annabeth blushed. It dawned on me that she knew I'd been hanging out with Rachel, and I felt guilty. Then I felt angry that I felt guilty. I was allowed to have friends outside of camp, right? It wasn't like...
I found myself staring at her, which was stupid since I'd seen her a billion times. She and I were about the same height this summer, which was a relief. Still, she seemed so much more mature. It was kind of intimidating. I mean, sure, she'd always been cute, but she was starting to be seriously beautiful.
"You know..." She brushed her hair behind her ear, like she does when she's nervous. "This whole thing with Beckendorf and Silena. It kind of makes you think. About...what's important. About losing people who are important."
"Annabeth." I stopped her by the tetherball court. I knew I was asking for trouble, but I didn't know who else to trust. Plus, I'd always depended on Annabeth for advice.
"Hold on, Seaweed Brain." It was Annabeth's voice, much clearer now. "You're not getting away from me that easily.
She frowned. "What is it?
"She said to tell Percy: 'Remember the rivers.' And, um, something about staying away from her daughter.
Annabeth sat at the foot of her mother's throne and cried.I wanted to comfort her, but I wasn't sure how.
"Wait here," I told Annabeth.
I kept my eyes on Annabeth.
In a flash I understood what had happened. He'd been trying to stab me. Judging from the position of his blade, he would've taken me - maybe by sheer luck - in the small of my back, my only weak point.
Once she was gone, I knelt next to Annabeth and felt her forehead. She was still burning up.
I looked in the direction Annabeth had gone, but she'd disappeared into the crowd. I couldn't believe what she'd just done - saved Rachel's life, landed a helicopter, and walked away like it was no big deal.
I pulled her up and we lay trembling on the pavement. I didn't realize we had our arms around each other until she suddenly tensed.
Luke hardly paid me any attention. He stepped toward Annabeth, but I put myself between him and her.
Next to me, Annabeth's knees buckled. I caught her, but she cried out in pain, and I realized I'd grabbed her broken arm.
I glanced back. Annabeth was trying not to meet my eyes. Her face was pale. I flashed back to two years ago, when I'd thought she was going to take the pledge to Artemis and become a Hunter. I'd been on the edge of a panic attack, thinknig that I'd lose her. now, she looked pretty much the same way.
"And my daughter?"
"Hey." Anabeth slid next to me on the bench. "Happy birthday."
Camp went late that summer. It lasted two more weeks, right up to the start of a new school year, and I have to admit they were the best two weeks of my life.
"You're still my best friend."
Annabeth, thank goodness, would be staying in New York. She'd gotten permission from her parents to attend a boarding school in the city so she could be close to Olympus and oversee the rebuilding efforts.
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