Author's Note: Hi y'all! I was really in the mood today to write a PJO fic, just a short one to get it out of my system, and so I just decided to write this little idea that popped into my head. I always thought Thalia was really cool, being a punk/rocker sort of person and all, and, so I decided to write a fic about her and her punkiness. Although there is a spot of Percabeth in the beginning, don't worry, it doesn't go on forever. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO. I really wish I did. If you are reading this and own it and are willing to give it to me as a present, that would be great!

Annabeth's POV:

The thing that I like best about Camp Halfblood is that surprises are always happening. One day you'll be playing capture the flag, and the next day you'll be headed out on a quest. I also love the campers so much; they're like my family. I probably love them like a family because I don't really have any relationship with my biological family. Chiron and Mr. D. are like the parents (ok, weird thoughts there), the campers are like my siblings (and some actually are), and some campers I love even more than siblings, but it's not like I would tell them that.

As much as I love them all, there are some campers that are kind of... unique. The best thing about a family is that there is tons of diversity. You get all different kinds of people, and although they really get on your nerves most of the time, they really are your family. Sure, sometimes I could just shoot Clarisse, and other times I just want to rip Nico's Mythomagic cards right out of his hands, but I still love them as my family.

One of my best friends, and one of the weirdest campers, is Thalia. She really is my best friend, outside of Percy, so she's kind of like the girlfriend that I can go to when I am having problems or want to mope about guys and stuff. The only thing is that we are kind of like polar opposites. She's the punk rocker, and I'm the sweet bookworm. Now, I'm no goody-goody, and I can hold my own with a sword, but I am totally different from her. She rocks like a mad-woman, while the most that I've rocked has been to Led Zepplin, and that was only because Percy had invited me over and he was playing it.

This morning at breakfast, camp had just begun for the summer so we could all see our breath as we wolfed down Olympian O's. All of my half-brothers and sisters sat around me, all of us with our blond hair, some's darker than others, and our gray eyes. They were discussing Calculus further down the table, and at my end, they were debating Communism. It was too early for me to be functioning, so I stared absentmindedly at the other tables. When a dish broke down at the Hermes table (probably just some mischief from the Stoll twins) I realized what, or shall I say who, I was staring at. Percy sat at his table, which was usuallly just Tyson and himself, eating his cereal sloppily. Tyson had the stomach-bug, so Percy would have, should have, been eating alone, if Thalia had not gone to join him. I guess they were doing some children-of-the-big-three-bonding or something. I tried to ignore the fact that he was eating with alone with just one girl, and focus on something else. He had a little bit of milk dripping from his chin, his hair was rumpled from freshly getting out of bed, and his green eyes sparkled in the rising sun; I almost squealed with how cute he looked. But then again, squealing was what children of Aphrodite did, not Athena. I don't know what children of Athena do when they think that something is cute, maybe nod their head scholarly?

Anyways, I pulled my eyes reluctantly from Percy to look at his cousin, my best friend. She wore what she normally wore, tight black jeans, black converse high tops, and her Camp Halfblood t-shirt with black sharpie all over it. Her hair was arranged in its normal spiky black style; each spike jutting sharply outward; something that would have looked ugly, but somehow Thalia was able to make it look good. The heavy black eyeliner encased her sparkling, electric blue eyes, and her newly acquired eyebrow piercing glinted in the sunlight. Her silver bracelets tinkled delicately as she raised and lowered her arms in her animated conversation with Percy.

She could actually pull of the punk look and make it look pretty and not forced. I looked down at my own outfit, contrasting it to Thalia's. My Camp Halfblood t-shirt was neat and stainless (something that Percy couldn't say), and my jeans fit me perfectly, flairing slightly at the bottoms. I wore white and pink flats, and my new pink belt. My hair tumbled around me in loose, my honey blond curls went to slightly above my elbow. My Yankees cap was peaking out from my back pocket and my intricate silver owl earrings hung from my ears. I consider myself fairly pretty, and apparently so did Percy (or so Grover had told me from reading Percy's emotions, which Percy was sure to kill him for later); and I knew one thing for sure, my style was completely different from Thalia's.

After breakfast, I evaluated my schedule, seeing where I was headed first. First I had sword fighting, and Percy and Thalia were assigned to join the Athena cabin. I moaned as I thought of having to sword fight, especially against Percy, who I was no match for.

In the sword fighting area, everyone grabbed swords if they didn't already have one, and paired up. I knew Percy was desperate to get me as a partner, seeing as he didn't know any of the other Athena children, but I got to Thalia before he could get to me, because I was determined not to have to face failure for the third time this week.

"Hey, Thalia, do you want to be partners?"

"Sure," She smiled, her white teeth almost blending in completely with her pale face, and grabbed swords for both of us. My sword felt heavy, but I didn't really care right now, because I was still tired.

I nodded to Thalia to begin because I was horrible at starting, but she just shook her head in disgust. "What?" I asked, slightly offended by the way she stared at me.

"Do you plan on fighting in those shoes?" she asked me. I stared down at my innocent flats.

"Yeah, they're fine. Now start," I was keen to turn the attention away from my shoes, because she had a tendency for commenting on my clothing.

"Would you go on a quest and fight in those? I just can't see how they're practical. And really, pink and white? Such boring colours!"

I drew in a slow breath. We had been over this before. "Thalia, on quests, I wear sneakers, but I'm not on one right now, so I'm not wearing sneakers. I think the colours pink and white are great because they are pretty and perfect for early summer," I didn't even have to think of the rebuttal because I had delivered it so many times.

"No offense, Annabeth, but sometimes you dress horribly. There's no fun; no thrill,"

"Well, clothes should show your personality," I looked her up and down, "and mine show my personality,"

"What, so you want to convey to the world that you're a prep?" She said the word like she was calling me a Nazi. Her nose crinkled as she looked me up and down again. Then her eyes began to blaze, which meant that she had a new idea, which I knew could not be good. "Annabeth! Can you let me dress you? Please?"

I sighed. She hadn't made it too much of a secret that she wished that I dressed better; like her. I guess she felt kind of lonely being the only punk at camp, but I just couldn't see myself in the black with chains and heavy eyeliner. This would be hard to tell her, because when Thalia made up her mind, there was no changing it, "Listen, I can't really see myself dressing like you, or even acting like you. I like how I dress, and it would be so hard to change it."

That was when Thalia pulled out the big guns. Her lower lip jutted out and began to tremble. Her eyes seemed to double in size and became glossy. She looked like she was about to cry, but I knew that this was her begging face, because I had seen it before when she had tried to convince Chiron to let her paint the Zeus cabin black. Her electric eyes bored into mine, and she just looked so pitiful, that, I guess I kind of lost control because my mouth blurted out, "Oh, all right,"

Her begging face had immediately changed into a huge smile that amost took up almost her entire head, when my brain caught up with what I had said, "Well, on one condition," Thalia's smile shrunk measurably. "I will only let you transform me for a day, if you beat me in a sword duel,"

I knew how much Thalia loved a competition, and by the way she gritted her teeth and got into a ready stance, I knew I was going to lose. Her blows were stronger and more determined than usual and I lost immediately. Mr. D., who happened to be passing by, called out, "Nice sword fighting, Thalia. Great moves!" which was extremely rare because Mr. D. never complimented anyone unless they were an adult who was punishing a camper especially well. Both Thalia and I were gasping for breath with large beads of sweat rolling down our faces, as we walked over to a large tree and at against it.

"Good fight," I finally was able to gasp out once I had somewhat caught my breath.

"Thanks," Thalia panted.

Grover, who was water-boy for the day because he wasn't chasing potential demigods around, ran up to us. He had a large crate tied to his front that was filled with water bottles. He tossed one to each of us, noticing our sweaty red faces. "Sure is a hot one today," he commented.

"Yeah," Thalia agreed. "These pants are killing me. As awesome as black is, it sure attracts heat!"

"You think your legs are hot," Grover replied, "Imagine having to have them covered in fur,"

"I think that the hot legs award goes to me," Percy proclaimed as he walked up. "Mine are just so hot that all the girls can't keep their eyes off of them," Grover gave a bleating laugh while Percy grabbed a water. "Isn't that right Annabeth and Thalia?" he asked, throwing us a sarcastic wink.

"Yeah, you're the hot stuff, Percy," Grover laughed sarcastically as Percy grabbed the water. Percy then slapped Grover in the head, which caused Grover to slap Percy in the head, which caused Percy to open his water and throw it at Grover, which caused Grover to open a water and throw it to Percy, which caused Percy to laugh because he couldn't get wet; and the two of them ran off slapping and throwing water and acting like goofs.

I looked over at Thalia to see that she was laughing. "What can I say, boys will be boys," and I nodded in agreement. One of the Hermes boys was running around making announcements, since he was the son of the god of messengers. His face was bright red from running as he said to Thalia and me,

"Chiron says that all camp activities are canceled today because it is too hot and kids are passing out,"

"Well, we've got the whole day free, so, what do you want to do?" I asked her. She was quiet for a few moments as we listened to the Stoll twins planning a prank that included hoses and buckets of water, and while we watched several other campers join Percy and Grover's water fight.

"Annabeth, it's makeover time!" And I groaned as she grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the Zeus cabin.

Author's Note: Thanks for reading chapter 1! Ok, this was supposed to be a oneshot, but it turned out a bit longer than usual, so I decided to make it into two chapters. Please read the next chapter! Since this was only supposed to be a oneshot I didn't get to have any of the fun stuff happen in the first chapter, so never fear, because if comes in chapter two! Yeah, chapter one just kind of set up for chapter two. Oh, and please review and tell me how you like it!!! Thanks for reading chapter one!