A/N: Sorry for the long wait, guys! Thanks for all of the reviews for last chapter!

Miss Delaney by Jack's Mannequin

NicoAnnabeth

He stood outside the Big House, an unfamiliar feeling coursing through him. Oh, that's right. Pride. He was proud of his "heroism", if that's what it was.

"Nico, would you like my help with your dorm?" Annabeth asked. She looked more hopeful than he remembered seeing her, a spark to her gray eyes. "I - I always like architecture projects, and..." A smile crossed her face, embarrassed.

"Uh, sure, if you want to." He smiled back, just a little bit. Smiles were easier to come by now. "You - you waited here, just to ask me that?"

She shrugged, and he reminded himself that she had a boyfriend. The freakin hero Percy Jackson. But even so, he couldn't stop the images from speeding through his adolescent brain. He and Annabeth sitting in a New York taxi. He and Annabeth holding hands, walking through Camp Half Blood. He and Annabeth kissing...

"Well, I'll see you later Nico."

"Right. Bye." She left without a backwards glance, and he shook himself. Where had those fantasies come from? She had a boyfriend. A heroic boyfriend. Far more heroic than Nico, anyway. And he was left alone again.

Pineapple Princess from Lilo and Stitch

Perachel

"Do it again! Do it again!" She was shrieking, giggling into her virgin Pina Colada. Percy grinned his impish grin, and made the waves swish around them again.

Rachel laughed aloud now, nearly falling off their lovely pink raft. "Again, again!" she choked, swallowing some of her drink the wrong way.

Giving her a look, he did it hard enough to throw them into the water this time. She screamed a bloodcurdling shriek, but it quickly dissolved into laughter. "Percy! My shirt is mostly white! Now it's..."

"Transparent? Kind of the point." His arms scooped her into his grip, plucking her from the current of waves. He kissed her for a long moment, before she interrupted with a grimace.

"Damn, my hair's all tangled too."

He rolled his eyes. "Sorry Princess," he said, sarcasm ringing in every syllable. "Let's get you back on your throne." With the utmost gentle touch, he placed her back on the raft. "How's that?"

She smiled, sipping her drink with a casual air. "Much better."

Love is All Around by Joan Jett

AphroditeAres

"I don't believe you," she sniffed, eyes watering dangerously. "Just because Paris gave me the golden apple... it's only because I promised him Helen of Troy!" She looked up at her not-so-secret boyfriend, eyes flashing. "You really think I'm prettiest?"

"Of course I do," he replied, all too willing to suck up. "You are the prettiest, most brilliant, most wonderful... You bring love to people! That makes you the nicest too!" He crouched by her chest, prepared to get lucky in exchange for his groveling.

But Aphrodite sprang up from the bed, neck straightened haughtily. "Hah!" she shouted, facing far-away Olympus, where her sisters sat. "I'm the prettiest after all."

Kids in America by No Secrets

Percabeth

"Wait, wait, one more!" He kissed Annabeth hungrily, grinning towards the door.

"Gods, Percy... your mom's going to be back any minute!"

"Oh, whatever. We're American teenagers! She can't deny us a little making out."

"I'm sure she - " Percy's lips interrupted her mid sentence, and she found herself having to remember that she was the responsible one. "Percy. Percy, slow down. We cannot kiss... like this... with your mom and baby sister about to come home. I don't care how normal it is for Americans, because we're technically Greek anyway."

Continuing to peck the side of her face, Percy grinned. "You're right about that. Heh, I guess I never thought about it that way. Oh well. The Greeks are known for their kissing skills too, right?"

Annabeth laughed, trying to push him off her. "Percy!"

All The Pretty Faces by The Killers

ArtemisApollo/ApolloThalia/ThaliaArtemis

"What? Apollo, I can't! I'm - I'm a Hunter. I belong to your sister!"

"You belong to my sister? I belong to my sister. Or I belonged to her. No more. She's trying to set an example for you girls."

"You mean...?"

"That's right. She used to break all the rules, just to be with her brother." He laughed, and the sound was strangely sad. "So come on, Thalia... you know you miss a man's touch." He dove into her body, expecting nothing but acceptance. After all, no sane girl turned down a guy like him.

But as Thalia kissed him, somehow too weak to resist, she found she didn't miss a man's touch after all. At least, not Apollo's. The only touch she missed was Artemis's. Soft, gentle, never so dirty. She wanted to go back with her Hunters.

A/N: I hope you liked these! I know some of them are strange (though none too strange for my liking, to be honest).