Only Thirty Days
Summary: Thirty days is all I need to change my best friend into my girlfriend, but whoever said that it would be easy? To start this off right, this is 'Day 0,' leaving me with thirty more days to make Annabeth mine. Just remember, things are never that easy.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO…

A/N: Hello! This is just a little something that came to mind, and I decided to throw it together into a story. I hope you enjoy (:

Only Thirty Days

Chapter 1
Day 0.

Percy's POV

Everyone loves Fridays, right? At least any kid with a brain does, no offense to anyone who doesn't love Fridays, but I sure as hell do. I can sit back, relax, maybe chill with some friends, go on a date. Who am I kidding, I don't go on dates on a Friday. Normally, I would hang out with Annabeth, her being my best friend, but nah, that doesn't happen now that she has another boyfriend. Yeah, that's what happens when your best friend is smokin' hot. And, that's also what happens when you don't stand a chance with your best friend. But this Friday, this Friday was different. Annabeth was actually making time for me. I know, weird that she had to make time for her best friend, but hey, I can't complain about something like that.

I was sitting on my couch, anticipating one of our old Fridays: Annabeth and I would eat dinner, watch a movie, and then one of us would fall asleep during it. This time, I was hoping that neither of us fell asleep so I picked out something scary, Dora the Explorer. I'm just playing you; I picked out Quarantine 2. But knowing Annabeth, she would probably be telling me about how people wouldn't just start eating each other and how it was so close to rabies. Then she'd hit me when I wasn't paying attention, and I'd grin telling her that-

"Percy, there's someone here for you," my mom yelled up the stairs, causing me get off my bed, mildly excited. More than anything else, I was nervous to be reunited with Annabeth after all that time.

I tumbled down the stairs, wearing sweats and a t shirt. It was what Annabeth and I normally would wear on a Friday night. So when I rounded the landing of my stairs, I froze, catching her in a grey mini dress, tighter than anything I'd ever seen her in before. Why did my best friend have to be so hot and totally out of my league? "Let me know when you're done drooling, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth teased, after thanking my mom for letting her in.

After I casually wiped my mouth, hey I had to make sure I wasn't drooling, alright; I bounded down the stairs, grabbing Annabeth around the waist for a hug. She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, and I spun her up off the ground, happy to get to touch her again, and no, don't take that the wrong way.

"Put me down!" Annabeth shrieked, laughing into my neck. I could feel her hot breath against me and couldn't help but wish it was her lips.

"What? What did you say?" I pretended not to hear her, like I would do before, when she didn't say please to me.

"Percy," she began slapping my back, causing me to move from my rooted spot, only to make her scream louder: "PUT ME DOWN!"

"Eh em," I hauled her up over my shoulder, making it easier to carry her. "I don't think I heard that correctly. What did you say?"

"Percy," her voice was way too nice to be sincere, "put me down," I stopped spinning her, waiting for the magic word, "please." It was more of a growl than anything else from her, but still, I threw her onto the couch, taking the seat next to her. "I'm wearing a dress, dammit!" It wasn't until now that I looked down, seeing that Annabeth's dress was even higher than before. She pushed my head in the other direction, before fixing her dressing as I groaned, rubbing my cheek. "You are such a big baby," she rolled eyes before kissing my cheek, her lips lingering on it.

"I'm the baby?" she rest her head on my shoulder, putting her legs in my lap. I couldn't help but wrap my arm around her waist, like how we would before she started dating all of her boyfriends.

Flashback.

Annabeth lay her head on chest; she was sitting on my lap, my hand around her waist and on her thigh. This was a typical Friday for us, and I wouldn't change it for a thing. We were watching Saw, and Annabeth, I'm pretty sure, had missed half the movie, hiding her head in my shirt. Anytime that she was watching, she'd scream, practically in my ear, and yeah, this was number what 25? "You're going to make me go deaf in my right ear," I rubbed her back, trying to calm her down.

"Shut up," but this time it was only halfhearted from her. She was still shaking from the movie so I held her tighter.

"Annabeth, it's just a movie," and yeah, I know, great way to make her feel better.

"I'm not stupid Seaweed Brain," she rolled her eyes but still held onto me for dear life.

"Alright, well I'll just go to the kitchen or something. Cut up some onions and-"

"Fine," she huffed, holding onto a handful of my shirt, "I'm scared, happy now?"

"Of course I am," she slapped my chest before hiding back into it from the TV, jumping from all the blood and gore. "Since when was Annabeth Chase such a wimp?" Come on, it wasn't every day I got to tease my best friend about it.

"I am not a wimp." She re-situated herself in my lap so that she was sitting up straight.

"Oh yeah?" I raised my eyebrows, not at all convinced, "Then what was all that screaming for?"

"I was surprised," she crossed her arms in front of her chest, causing me to look there quickly. I think she loved torturing me because her tank-top was really thin and tight against her. It didn't leave much to the imagination, unlike her sweatpants.

"Surprised," I spat back, "more like scared the crap out of you."

"Was not." This girl would never agree with me even when I was right, which with her, wasn't often.

"Then...," I noticed that she was still shaking, "why are you shaking so much? Huh?" Booya, I've got this one under my belt.

"Because..." I could tell she was thinking by the way she bit her lip, her eyes looking out into space, "I'm cold."

"Wow that's best you can do," I put my hands behind my head, leaning back as if I had already won, "because that's what a wimp would say."

"I am no wimp," she practically growled at me. Which thinking back on it now, if we hadn't been in eighth grade, that would have been pretty damn sexy.

"Annabeth Chase," I paused for dramatic effect, "the WIMP."

"Oh yeah?" She narrowed her eyes, her nostrils flaring. I wasn't sure if she was angry or what, but looking into her grey eyes, I saw a glint of mischief that told me that I was in for a surprise. "Well, Percy Jackson," her eyebrows were raised threateningly, "would a wimp do this?"

And that, that was when Annabeth Chase, my best friend, gave me the gift of my first kiss. I don't know if I was doing anything right because Annabeth seemed to be leading me instead of me leading her. Her lips were soft against mine, like a baby's bottom. Joking, I'd never kiss a baby's bottom in my life. Just gross. Okay Percy, catch a grip and focus on the damn kiss. It wasn't any of those hot movie kisses where the girl attacks the guy into a make out session or the other way around, (that was what I was expecting for my first kiss to be,) but instead it was softer and maybe even could be called sweet. She had her arms around my neck and mine didn't drift away from her waist. I have no idea how long it was, but she pulled away smirking at me, not at all seeming phased by the kiss.

"Yeah, I didn't think so," she raised her eyebrows, challenging me to deem her a wimp again. Annabeth My-Best-Friend Chase, yeah she was no wimp. But from that moment on, I knew for sure that I could never like her again as only a best friend.

End of Flashback.

"Isn't this where you would kiss me if we were eighth graders," I watched for her expression, but it was completely blank. Sometimes she's hard to read. "Oh wait, I forgot. Since we're in high school now, you have boyfriends. Too many for anyone to keep track off. Has your facebook status even been set as single for a week now?" I know, that's a low blow for someone who's my best friend.

She sighed, lifting her head off my chest to look at me curiously, "Percy, we're seniors. What am I supposed to do? Not date anyone?"

No, you're supposed to date me. "Yeah, that's right." Alright, so maybe I didn't say what I was thinking.

"Percy, Annabeth," my mom called again, from the dining room this time, "dinner's ready." Great, my mom knew how to ruin a moment with dinner. Annabeth practically leaped off me and headed into the dining room, me following behind her.

Even though there was conversation going on, I zoned out into my food. There was no point in me paying attention as my mom was doing the normal" "Oh Annabeth it's so nice to see you again." "I've missed seeing you." "How have you been?" "How's school?" Yada. Yada. Yada. It was nothing I hadn't heard before so I felt no need to even tune into it. The only thing that did snap be back to my attention was when my mom said, "Annabeth, dear, I would have expected to see you more since you and Percy are together now."

Woe, wait where did my mom get that? Even though I wish that it were true... I could tell Annabeth was thinking the same thing when she shot a glance my way, "Um, no Mrs. Jackson. Percy and I were never together."

"Oh," my mom looked between Annabeth and I, quizzically, "I thought that you guys were since you always acted like a couple when you were here."

"Couple?" I almost choked on my food, not sure why mom thought Annabeth and I acted like a couple.

"Yes, Percy," my mom patted my hand, from the head of the table, "whenever I would pop my head in to check up on you guys, Annabeth would always be sitting on your lap, and you guys would always be touching in some way. Sometimes, I even caught you guys kissing. From what I know, that's how a couple acts, at least how they did in my days."

"That's still how they act these days, Mrs. Jackson," Annabeth was acting all polite again, smiling and everything. "But I can assure you, Percy and I are nothing more than best friends." Yeah, that gets mistaken for a couple by not just my mom but even our friends. Doesn't even matter how I feel about you.

…

After dinner, I popped the DVD in, sitting next to Annabeth on the couch. She put her legs in my lap again while wrapping her arms my neck. Gods, we do act like a couple. I put one arm around her waist, using the other hand to flip through the previews.

She continued our conversation, or what I thought was the conversation before we ate dinner. "You've dated girls too, Percy," she seemed to say it with distaste, but I couldn't be sure if that was distaste I heard in her voice or not. I figured that it wasn't and shrugged it off. "We're not in eighth grade anymore," it was barely a whisper and I figured she was thinking back to when it was easy and simple. Not like that kiss meant anything to her in eighth grade like it did to me. I bet that wasn't even her first kiss.

"I dated one girl, and that was-" I trailed off, knowing that I couldn't tell her that it was only to make her jealous, which didn't even work in the end. "Yeah, I know, those were the days," I shook my head, remembering how back then, in eighth grade, nothing came between Annabeth and I. Back then, she didn't date anyone, and I was perfectly happy with that. But, I guess that all changes when you enter high school.

"What was so great about then?" She asked, watching me with what looked like anticipation. Her stormy grey eyes met mine, and I felt myself starting to lose myself in them.

You didn't have a boyfriend. "You actually wore sweats to these Friday movies, like you were supposed to." Yeah, sure, that's what was so great.

"Sorry.." she seemed lost in thought, her eyes going unfocused. "I planned to wear sweats, really-"

"But." There was always a but with Annabeth these days, and generally it was followed by some excuse about one of her boyfriends.

"But," she sighed, focusing back on me again, "Luke wanted to meet me," Oh great, your good-for-nothing-football-playing boyfriend, "and I thought I'd look nice-"

"This night was supposed to be about us." And it was true, that's what she told me earlier in school, before heading off to meet with Luke for lunch.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled, looking down at her dress, "it's just that..." She took a deep breath, and to me, it looked like she was trying to calm herself, "Luke broke up with me." I know I should have felt sorry for her, but I didn't. I only wished that she had dumped his sorry ass. "But it doesn't matter why," she smiled up at me, leaning her chin on my chest, "that leaves more time for us, right?"

"Yeah," I laughed uneasily, not used to Annabeth being this close to me anymore. It had been months since we had a Friday night movie hang out. And also, if I look down at her, I know that she'll wind up kissing me or I'll wind up kissing her. "Just like old times."

"Seaweed Brain?" She questioned, causing me to gaze down at her, my eyes locked on her lips. I nodded, and she licked her lips, to me it came off as her licking them really slowly, all for my benefit, before biting her bottom lip and releasing it. Gods, she is utter torture. I couldn't do anything but nod to her in response. "I couldn't have asked for a better best friend."

"Right back at ya, Wise Girl," I gave her a half smirk, something I had perfected over the years through middle school and high school.

"I've missed you calling me that," she whispered under her breath, before leaning up to kiss me. Sure, we seemed to kiss, a lot, every time that one of her and her boyfriends broke up with her, but that was just a part of our friendship that we shared. And isn't that what all best friends do that are girls and guys? Though this kiss, this kiss was different in that it brought me back to eighth grade as she weaved her arms around my neck, and I let my hands slip to her waist, again not letting them move from her waist. Even though Annabeth was the only girl I had ever kissed, I liked to think that I had gotten better at kissing over the years. Not that I had many opportunities, but somehow Annabeth and I always wound up together, in some way, shape, or form, after she and her boyfriend would break up. But after that short time of their break up, my 'relationship' with Annabeth would end before it even officially began. And her relationship with the new guy? Yeah, that would begin the same day mine ended with her.

Although this time, when she pulled back, smiling lightly before resting her head on my chest, I knew that I wouldn't let her slip away to be with a new boyfriend. And the only way that I would ever allow it, the only way would be if that guy was me. In thirty days, that would be all I needed to change my best friend into my girlfriend, but whoever said that it would be easy? To start off right, this day is 'Day 0,' and that leaves me with thirty more days to make Annabeth mine.

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December 23 ~ Day 0.

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A/N: Okay, so I guess I'll explain a little bit about this story. Basically, Annabeth and Percy were pretty much inseparable, until Annabeth began getting boyfriends in high school. All the way up their senior year, Annabeth would run to Percy after a break up and use him as comforting friend, with benefits. But, what happens when Percy decides he wants it to be more?

Anyways, this story I won't be updating as quickly as Chase's Pain, so if you need anything to tie you over for the time that I'm not updating this, then you can go to that, if you'd like. But that of course is if you guys want me to continue writing this story?

If enough people want me to continue it, then I will. Otherwise, this story will go to the wayside. What do you think? Tell me in a review if you want to see this story continue or not?

Thanks for reading!

~ Jam.