"Can you PLEASE keep it down?" Annabeth muttered, massaging her temples.

Percy and Grover were in Percy's cabin, shouting as they watched a game of football, even after Grover's attempts at explaining that footballs were made of leather, and leather is from cows, but after three or so enchiladas, he was high on chili and tortillas.

"OH COME ON! YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT!" Grover screamed.

Percy snickered. "Yeah, with Grover in this state, it's impossible to keep it down."

"YEAAAAAH!"

"Well, TRY! I'm reading here!" Annabeth griped.

"Ha, and we're watching here!" Percy countered.

"OH OH OH! ALMOST THERE!"

Annabeth shook her head. If Chiron hadn't said that she was permitted to stay in Percy's cabin, she'd been long-gone by now. But it was a once in a lifetime chance.

"Say, Grover? Are you gonna be staying here with me and Percy tonight?"

"YEEEEAAAAA-What? Oh, no. I promised Juniper that I'll stay with her."

Thank the gods. Annabeth didn't want a high Grover to be muttering in his sleep with enchilada breath all night.

"Why Annabeth? Special plans with Percy?" Grover winked, causing the couple to blush.

"N-no Grover you know that it isn't like that with us." Percy said, very seriously.

"Nah, I get it. You don't want me around. S'okay." Grover slurred, as if drunk on alcohol, even though all he ate was enchiladas, pop cans, and mayonnaise.

"You also know that it's not like that either, Grover."

"Well what!" It was something between a question, an answer, and an exclamation.

Percy and Annabeth looked at each other. In unison, they chimed, "We need some time together."

Grover didn't seem shocked. They'd been together for a couple moths now, and they hadn't had any time together at all without all the other curious campers up their noses.

"So, we cool G-man?" Percy asked, hand ready to accept his fist-bump.

"Yeah, we're cool. I have Juni-OH DEAR WHAT TIME IS IT?" Grover changed moods faster that he scarfed down a bottle of Percy's mustard earlier.

Annabeth checker her watch. "Uh, half past seven. Why?"

"IM LATE!" Grover grabbed two enchiladas, stuffed an empty can of Pepsi in his teeth, and filled it with mayo and mustard. He sprinted to Juniper's tree.

"Will he be-?" Annabeth started.

"No worries." Percy wrapped his arm over her shoulders. "You can pick what we're gonna watch for the rest of the night, if you want."

She smiled, and she flipped to Discovery Channel. They were talking about the sinking of the titanic.

"I have that movie." Percy let go of her, chilling her slightly. He bent down, over to a CD case he had. He flipped through, and seeming triumphant, he tossed a silver DVD into the player, and pressed play.

He didn't need a reputation anyways. Because the disk he played was a potty-training video by his mother. His face turned beet red and Annabeth couldn't stop cooing at a little Percy missing the toilet and going all over the paper towels his mom placed on the floor.

"That's enough of that!" he exclaimed, as Annabeth commented at how cute his weeny was. (He was disturbed, but she was so happy he didn't mind.)

He pulled it out of the DVD player, and found the real Titanic. He pushed it in, and pressed play.

The story was classic, and Annabeth finished with wet eyes and a red nose. Percy had started to cry around the part where Jack froze and died while saving Rose, but he wouldn't admit it.

When the credits ran across the screen, Percy pulled his Rose into his arms for a kiss. But Annabeth wouldn't let her Jack have her so easily and she wriggled out of his grip, and took the DVD out of the player and back into the disk holder.

Everything was shut off, and she was in bed in three minutes flat. Percy simply let her. He climbed in after her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and buried his face in her hair, and just laid there, falling to sleep with the scent of her hair captured in his mind.

He woke up to Annabeth facing him, watching him sleep.

"You drool when you sleep."

"Shut up."