Basically, I was bored, so now I'm writing/typing this story. The usual-they build The Argo II and go to rescue Percy, poor clueless Seaweed Brain struggles to remember supposed Greek friends, blah blah blah, happily ever after.

Sound good?

Awesome.

It was just a few days after Jason and Annabeth figured out that her boyfriend was at the other camp, and it would be a total lie if I said I had nothing but breathing and staring to do. The day after the legendary Perseus Jackson's location was revealed (we'll call it 'the news') I had just sat down on my bed, picking up the newest Seventeen magazine (darn it, I inhaled too much perfume), just starting to open it and…

"Piper! What do you think you're doing?"

As Leo grabbed my hand and pulled me up, I blurted intelligently, like always, "Huuuhh?" He dragged me towards the door, resulting my new magazine to fall in…NO! It fell in a puddle of Bath & Body Works Signature Collection Fragrance Mist: Fiji Passion fruit! Why does the world hate me so!

"No! Not my new Seventeen magazine! No! Leo—let go! I have to find out if Taylor Lautner's single now or is he taken! PLEASE LEO, THIS IS LIFE OR DEATH! MY FUTURE BABY WHO LOOKS JUST LIKE TAYLOR LAUTNER MIGHT NOT LIVE IF I DON'T KNOW IF HIS FATHER'S SINGLE! And now it's soaked because of the Bath & Body Works Signature Collection Fragrance Mist: Fiji Passion fruit and it's all your fault that my future mini-Taylor-Lautner baby may not live to see a day in the oh-so near future!"

Leo halted me to a stop on the porch, giving me a 'what the heck?' kind of look, seeing the tears running down my face, "What the heck, Piper!" See? "Since when did you own a magazine, let alone a Seventeen magazine? Since when did you know the full friggin' title of a perfume? And hell, since when did you dedicate your fantasy love-life to Taylor Lautner?"

I gasped, "What? You mean you didn't know that that was a Bath & Body Works Signature Collection Fragrance Mist: Fiji Passion fruit spill?" I giggled, "LOL, Everybody knows that, silly—Our love is not fantasy! It's just the couple of the century waiting to happen! OMG, Leo! How could you say such a horrible thing? And FYI, he is totally the hottest were-wolf evah!"

He blinked, "Did you…Did you just talk? In text?" Then he shook his head, "Ugh, never mind. Look, I hate to break it to you, but…were-wolves aren't real, Piper. Let alone are they hot! Pipes, you feelin' alright? This ain't nothin', and I mean nothin', like you."

I snorted, rolling my watery eyes, "Someone's been spending too much time with a certain satyr named Grover."

He jumped, then sighed in relief, "Oh, thank God! I thought I had lost you there for a second. Whew! Ah…it's all good now…Are you seriously obsessed with Taylor Lautner?"

I blushed, glaring murderously at him, "For the sake of your pretty little face, you better shut your pothole about what just happened."

He waved it off casually, "Yeah, yeah I—" He suddenly gasped and put his hands on his cheeks, acting like a girl, "My face is pretty? OMG, I have, like, waited for-evah for like, somebody to say I'm looking totally gorgeous today, and like—"

I punched him, making him knock out. Heh, heh: lights out, Fire Face.

I smiled, remembering as I rested on my bed. Yep, definitely a priceless moment. Drew picked up my Seventeen magazine and sniffed it, "Why does this magazine smell like Bath & Body Works Signature Collection Fragrance Mist: Fiji Passion fruit?" I snorted back a laugh, got up, and left the cabin, snickering. Well, like I was saying, there was hardly a moment where I wasn't helping Leo (I called him Black Eye Fire Fly now because of when I punched him) and everyone else build The Argo II. But this was my day off, due to Leo's oh-so generous offer.

…

Yeah right, I threatened him into letting me off the hook for a day. Bored as can be, I shuffled over (not literally, dumbo) to the silvery gray cabin of Athena, hoping to find Annabeth.

I knocked, trying my best to be polite—aka, trying my best not burst right in and scream, "Holy hellhounds! Giant Tarantulas are taking over the camp! RUN FOR YOUR STUPID, PATHETIC LIVES!"—but no one answered. About to go with back up plan of bursting in and screaming about spiders, in case anyone was there, I jumped when some brother of Annabeth's opened the door and asked, "Can I help you?"

I nodded, "Annabeth there?"

He looked behind him, then back at me and said, "Yeah…well, she's got her nose stuck in some book and it really isn't worth it when she gets ma—"

"It's okay, Malcolm," I heard. "Just let her in, you idiot of a brother. I really don't think it's worth getting beat up by your younger sibling."

Idiot-of-a-brother, or Malcolm, whatever, paled and flew open the door, rushing back to his cot and picking up some blue prints.

I stepped in, stepping carefully over a blue print, then another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and…a map.

I made my way pass the horrorful blue sea of paper…eventually…to see Annabeth lying on her stomach on her bed, her face at the bottom of the bed, her legs bent and swinging back and forth, one big toe on one foot touching the pillow, then her leg swings back towards her head while her other leg touched the pillow, and going on repeatedly. She was looking through a photo album, smiling at some pictures, biting her lip at others.

I sat on the edge of her bed, peering over her shoulder at a guy in a larger-than-others picture, "Who's the hottie?"

Truthfully, he was pretty hot. He was standing next to Annabeth, who was five foot seven or eight or something, and he was still a considerable three or four inches taller than her, which told me he must've been, like, six feet or something.

One, he had shaggy, wet, jet black hair—the color of Thalia's hair—that ended just a bit under his ear, probably an inch and a half or something (I'm saying something a lot).

Two, he had high cheekbones that were way better than Colin Morgan's, a perfectly chiseled jaw line that was ten times greater than Rob Pattinson's, and heck, Channing Tatum's body could never come in par with his.

Three, his eyes were a super weird sea green color, almost like the color of emeralds. And not that weird green emerald color that reminds you of Saint Patty's Day, but that turquoisey emerald kind of color, like the gemstone. Wow, that's just plan weird.

But yeah, he was shirtless, beads of water covering his flawlessly tanned body (which had a six pack—a six pack!) and he had his muscular arm slung around the furiously blushing Annabeth's slim frame casually, flashing a dazzling, pearly white smile at the camera as a relaxing kind of looking beach scene was behind them.

Why am I completely describing him like this as if I like him when I really don't?

Because I'm trying to understand why Annabeth's staring at the picture dreamily with a dazed look on her fa—is that drool?

I snapped my fingers in her ear and jumped, wiping away the small (not) amount of drool from her mouth, blushing, "That's him, my boyfriend, the mighty hero of Olympus AKA Perseus Jackson. Or, as I've embarrassingly been calling him in my thoughts for a couple of years, the hottest guy ever. That was just a week or two before…you know."

I nodded, then pointing at a younger version of him and her, grinning insanely wide with blood caked into their hair, little cuts and such all over them, triumphantly holding up a lightning bolt, "Is that after your first quest with him?"

She nodded, smiling, "Yeah, he was cute even then."

I laughed, but nodded, "Cute in that mischievous kind of way."

She turned to another where they were probably a year older, and it showed Annabeth and Percy surrounded by roaring campers, holding a trophy, and Annabeth was kissing Percy's cheek with a slight blush as he just winked at the camera, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"Ooooo," I said, poking her in the shoulder.

She blushed a bit more, "Shut up! It just seemed like…the right thing to do…" I snickered and she showed me another. They were dancing in what looked like a ball room. Percy was wearing a black tux that had a white button down shirt and a bow tie that was the same color as his eyes with a gray vest. The bow tie was left undone, and the first few buttons of his shirt were left undone too. (I have tux on profile)

Annabeth was wearing a dress that matched Percy bowtie and eyes—oh! There's a caption: "Splendid strapless Ball Gown Prom Dress has an elongated embroidered bodice with pretty ribbon detail. Organza skirt billows out from hip area to flow gracefully to the floor." (Profile, people)

Oh…kay…

Anywho, she looked really pretty in it, and she had more defined curls in her hair. She had red lipstick and just a hint of blush…though that might've been her, since her and Percy's arm was intertwined together. And they looked a bit older than the other picture.

"Where are you there?" I asked.

She smiled, "That was after he rescued me from the Titan Atlas, and we had gone to Olympus to celebrate—Lady Artemis had been captured too. We both held up the sky on Mount Tam, and we both have matching gray streaks in our hair from that." She pointed out the gray strands in the picture, then pointed to hers, which was growing out. "We were fourteen."

I saw another picture, and they were dancing together, Annabeth's eyes closed, head on his shoulder with her hands also on his shoulders and his hands on her waist. He seemed to be whispering something in her ear, and she was grinning, blushing furiously, "What was he saying?"

She looked over her shoulder at me, a slight smile on her face, "Well, there was music playing, but everybody heard something different. So one person could be hearing a certain type of disco, another could be listening to rock or metal and so on." I nodded for her to continue. "I was hearing the song Your Call."

"Oh yeah, good song, it's cute."

"Yeah, and he was singing that song, and I couldn't help but to feel really happy that he was hearing the same song. He sang the whole thing, and when it got to the chorus, he would sing it into my ear."

I grinned, "Aw! You're boyfriend's so sweet."

She grinned back, "He is! He's the best. Oh, and he even writes songs for me."

"Really? Like what?"

"Uh…last year he wrote the song Fall For You, but I didn't know it was for me. I thought it was for Rachel, 'cause they had started hanging out together a lot. He would play songs that he'd written either by his cabin, the beach, the forest, or by the amphitheater—mostly at the amphitheater.

"Now that I think about it…he preformed that a day after we had another fight. Our fights are pretty stupid…But yeah, others are Step Right Up, Your Guardian Angel, and Awake…and his voice is really strong. He can make it go higher, or he can go really deep. He always surprises me," she smiled.

"So…does he do that like, a lot or—"

"No, not like, everyday. More like…after we have fights—again, about stupid stuff—or on occasions like my birthday or Valentine's Day, or just whenever."

She kept telling me about the stories behind certain pictures throughout the whole day, and by the end of that day, I seriously couldn't believe how close she and Percy were. Despite all the (ridiculously stupid) fights they had, they always kept acting like the fight never happened, and even if they had something important to do, would hang out with each other.

Unbelievable that they were best friends for so long.

I lay down on my bed, ready to stay up and read my Seventeen magazine that smelled like Bath & Body Works Signature Collection Fragrance Mist: Fiji Passion Fruit to find out if Taylor Lautner was single.

…

"YES! TAYLOR LAUTNER'S SINGLE!" All my siblings squealed and rushed over, yelling, "He's mine! I call dibs! He is sooo hot! Hey, hands of my future husband!"

But, the loudest of them all was Natalie, "SHUT UP, WE'RE ALREADY PLANNING THE WEDDING!"

We stopped and stared at her.

Here are the songs mentioned:

Your Call by Secondhand Serenade

Fall For You by Secondhand Serenade

Awake by Secondhand Serenade (obviously I'm a fan of this band)

Step Right Up by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

Your Gaurdian Angel by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus (also in luv this band)