This is my first fanfiction ever, so be kind. I am a budding author...who is madly, unconditionally, irrationally in love with the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series! Rated T because of kissing scenes, and mild language.

PROLOGUE: I AM MADLY, UNCONDITIONALLY, IRRATIONALLY IN LOVE WITH SEAWEED BRAIN

2:53 a.m. Athena's cabin, in my bed

I woke up to see him kneeling over me, grinning.

Grinning?

Crap.

"Hey, Annabeth," he said into my ear.

His green eyes looked deep into mine, locking me in his gaze.

His gaze?

NOOOO!

And, out of all things he could have done, his hand reached up and stroked my cheek. I melted.

I failed at preventing Seaweed Brain from messing with my mind. Miserably.

And then I had to say, oh so intelligent of me, "Whadareyoudoinhere?"

He laughed. He was cute when he laughed, his messy black hair spilling into those emerald eyes of his, surrounded with the tiniest smile wrinkles. Gods help me. Please.

"I couldn't fall asleep," he murmured in that deep voice of his, smelling like salt and the ocean and blueberry pancakes and maple syrup and heaven.

"So you had to wake me up along with you?" I managed to yank myself out of dreamland. Specifically, Percy-Jackson-dreamland. I felt proud.

But then he bent down and kissed me. I couldn't think. One of my hands wormed into his silky, irresistible hair. The other locked around his neck. His arms slid around my waist, pulling me closer...and closer...and closer...

We broke apart after maybe twenty minutes of kissing, breathing raggedly. I lost myself in his eyes again and we just gazed at each other. His hand was rubbing up and down my back and playing with my bed-head curls. I wrapped my arms around his waist and realized I had the ability to speak again.

"So, Seaweed Brain...where'd you learn to kiss?" I managed to ask.

"I practiced with this girl..." he trailed off, a hint of a grin curling up his face.

"What?!" I practically shouted, and he gently shushed me. My fellow cabin-mates stirred and rolled over, some of them muttering in their sleep.

"What?!" I said again, softer this time.

"Shouldn't you be asking who?" he replied, sounding amused.

"Okay, then, who?!" I angrily demanded.

"Well, she has blond hair and stormy gray eyes, and she's pretty tall, and good with a knife, and she's exceedingly smart, and belongs to the Athena cabin, and she's been on quests with me. Oh, and she's gorgeous." He looked expectantly at me.

You'll never believe it, but I had to pause and think for a minute.

"Me?"

He nodded, the smile escaping him.

"Me?"

He kissed my forehead. "Yes, you."

"But..."

Percy laughed. "Look—Grover, Nico, and everybody else says that half the time we're together we're kissing."

My eyebrows furrowed but a blush was creeping up my neck, because it was true. "How come I never heard that?"

He laughed again and brushed the hair out of my eyes. "Because when they said that...we were kissing."

"And you caught it?"

"They told me afterwards."

I considered this for a moment. "Seaweed Brain, can I ask you a question?"

He smiled and kissed my nose. "Sure."

"Am I..." the words paused. "Am I good at kissing?"

He cracked up. I am serious. He was lucky his mouth was pressed against my pillow, or probably everyone within a fifteen-mile radius would've heard him.

He managed to get a grip on himself. "Well," he said seriously, with the tiniest hint of a smile in his eyes, "Yes—but how many boys have you ever kissed before? On the lips?"

"One." I truthfully said. "You. But how good am I?"

"You want to know?" he asked.

"Um, yes," I said.

He leaned in and kissed me again. This time, however, his lips were lighter on mine, and his hands were busier, stroking my curls, and that area behind my neck that made me shiver.

He initiated the breaking apart. "I'm not good!" I exclaimed.

"Yes, you are."

"And how would you know?" I challenged.

He avoided this with a shrug and a brushing of his hand. "Do you think I am good at kissing, then?"

I immediately responded. "Absolutely. You're the best. How many girls have you kissed on the lips before?"

He thought a moment. "Two."

"Me and—" I prodded him.

"Rachel," he reluctantly said. "But she came in on me. We—Beckendorf and I— were about to leave and she just came and kinda..." he trailed off.

"Kissed you," I finished.

"Yeah." He looked uncomfortably at me.

"What about Calypso?"

He shook his head. "Only on the forehead. So how do I kiss?"

I closed the distance between us, eager to forget about Rachel Elizabeth Dare and Calypso, and we kissed for the third time.

Why did I have to be so in love with him?!

Wow, that's my first chapter ever! Let me know if you liked it, hated it, or anything. Again, this is also my first fanfiction, so no flames if possible! BTW, I know that Percy and Annabeth are a little OOC. But this is my story, not Rick Riordan's. R&R!