Ok. I realise that she's about to kill me, but still, for some unknown reason I don't regret it. Kissing her, I mean.

Uh oh.

She's got that look in her eye.

I. Am. Dead.

What the hell were you thinking, Jackson!

I don't know, you tell me!

I am you, idiot!

Oh. Right. Well can't you/me think of anything productive?

Silence from inner-me. Evidently not.

Anyway, Annabeth's scaring me. Not that that in itself is a first; that girl sends me into fits of terror practically everyday, but now take that terror and multiply it by, like, ten and you'll get a good idea of how I feel.

Ok. Time to apologise. Maybe if I do it right, she won't mutilate my poor, innocent body.

She's not saying anything.

That means that she either,

a) doesn't like me in that way or

b) is plotting dastardly plans centered around my immanent demise.

Knowing her, it's probably both. Shit shit shit.

I'm so dead.

D.

E.

A.

D.

I think that I should retreat for my own safety, there, nice and slow, Percy, we don't want to alarm her, do we? No, we most defiantly do not.

Wait.

What's she doing?

Ok, she's either going to kiss me or through me over her shoulder, judging by the way she just grabbed my shirt. I'm hoping it's the first, personally.

Oh. My. Freaking. Gods.

Annabeth. Chase. Is. Kissing. Me.

She's kissing me.

Squeeeee!

One more thing, if any of you ever tell anyone (especially Clarisse) that the word 'squee' just entered my brain, I'll send a Great White after you. Got it?

A/N: you all asked for it, i delivered. Percy's pov, in case you didn't get that! this is the end, no more, ok? but the first chapter of another Percy Jackson fic of mine should be up soon. It's called 'Hel on Earth' - check it out!

Becki

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