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Where the Fun Happens

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Annabeth looked at her surroundings. A dark, dusty room with shelves and shelves of random props from dial telephones to plastic flowers. There were lamps of every kind, diner tables, a Victorian dresser, even a dusty phonograph placed near a fake tree.

Annabeth walked over to the railing at the edge of the room and looked down, seeing the audience and the stage far below as Romeo dramatically fell to his knees in front of the Friar. Percy had led her to the abandoned prop loft. Years ago, the drama department had moved all of the props and scenery to the prop room downstairs so the crew had better access without climbing up the steep, winding staircase. All of the broken and unwanted equipment was stored up here next to the catwalk. A dusty, unused red curtain concealed the entire loft space from the audiences' view.

"Wow." Annabeth breathed. "How'd you get up here? I thought they closed the stairs because they were unstable?"

"Coach told me to borrow a can of paint so I found those stairs in the back while looking."

Annabeth nodded.

"Abandoned prop room. Kinky, right?"

Annabeth rolled her eyes, smacking his arm, but she had to agree. "It's amazing. We can see the whole entire auditorium from up here."

Percy grinned, "And they can't see us." He stepped closer to her, "Now where were we?"

Annabeth crashed her lips into his, looping her arms around his neck. Percy carried her to a red, dusty couch and set her down. She stared up at him.

"What?" Percy said, out of breath.

"Nothing." She breathed. She cupped his face between her hands and furiously kissed him. The past tech week (or hell week as she liked to call it) had packed her schedule with endless rehearsals, and with Percy's daily swim practice, the couple had barely gotten to see each other. They definitely made up for that lost time now.

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Travis Stoll prowled along the side of the stage setting his stink bombs every few feet. It had been extra difficult to get Katie Gardiner's attention the past few weeks since she joined the play. She practically ignored him the past few weeks to learn her lines. Now this play that had competed for her attention was going to pay.

As Travis set the last bomb near the curtain, he heard a giggle coming from around the corner. He raised an eyebrow. Careful to stay hidden in the shadows, Travis tip-toed around to the source of the noise. Travis could barely contain his glee as he saw the sight before him. The always responsible, perfect Annabeth Chase being led blindfolded by boyfriend Percy Jackson..

"Well, well, well." Travis muttered under his breath. "What is the director doing sneaking away from her own performance?" He silently crept after them as Percy opened a door that seemed to lead to a staircase.

"Connor!" Travis called as he walked up to his brother as he opened the curtains for the last act.

"What do you want? I'm sort of busy here."

"Yes, pushing a button to open and close a curtain every half an hour is extremely time consuming and takes a lot on concentration." Travis replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Connor frowned, "Curtains are very impor-"

Travis cut him off. "Yeah, whatever. You are extremely important to this production. Anyway. I need you to open curtain six during the bows.

"Why? We don't need it."

"I set up a prank!"

"No! On other circumstances I'd agree but I'm actually part of the production this time!"

"Come on! It won't hurt anybody! The play will be over anyway."

"No. Besides curtain six is hiding the prop loft and it's just a bunch of ugly useless stuff and junk."

Travis smirked and whispered something in his brother's ear. As he explained a wide grin slowly spread on Connor's face. Travis pulled away.

"Whoa."

"I know. So you'll do it?"

"Curtain 1 through 6 open for final bow!"

"Good boy." With that Travis hurried off to the audience to watch upcoming show.

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Annabeth panted as Percy moved his lips to the spot on her neck that drove her crazy. It was getting really hot up there. Annabeth slapped Percy's hand away as it slowly started to inch its way up her shirt. "Don't even think about it." She said, her voice low with lust as she tangled her hands in his hair and yanked hard. Percy yelped more from surprise than pain.

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Silena and Beckendorf held hands as they bowed together. The curtains closed and reopened, this time revealing the entire cast. Connor smirked as he opened the next set of curtains.

The applause was deafening with the occasional shouts and hoots for an encore.

First there were fingers pointing, second, murmurs and mutters shooting through the crowd as people looked up. Teachers shrieked. Parents gasped. Little kids and other students were laughing. And the looks upon Sally Jackson and Frederick Chase's faces were priceless.

Annabeth Chase, honor student, captain of the mathletes and varsity soccer, as well as the drama department treasurer and director of the play, lying on top of a couch in a prop loft above the stage; shirt unbuttoned, skirt hiked up to her thighs, hair askew, and lipstick smudged. Percy Jackson, Goode's star athlete and golden boy, looked no better. He was the one on Miss Chase, hair mussed and clothes disheveled.

Goode High School had never seen their overall star students in a more compromising position.

They were both redder than the velvet curtains that revealed them.

The applause grew louder as the Principle frantically ordered the curtains to be closed. Connor refused too. Travis was about to pass out from his fit of hysterical laughter. Rachel, who stole this show with her role as Nurse, looked up to see what the fuss was about. She burst out laughing which drew the rest of cast to look up as well.

Mr. Brunner finally managed to wrestle the controls from Connor as he closed curtain six. Though, he too was grinning as he pressed the control button. The cast was too giggly to even bow. Annabeth glared at Percy as she pushed his hand off her and frantically buttoned up her shirt and yanked her skirt down.

"Percy." She said her voice deadly calm and low. He gulped.

"Yeah."

"You know I'm going to kill you, right?"

"I figured."

Fin.