Percy Jackson and the Olympians - The Lost Quest - Chapter One: I Find Myself Thinking About Annabeth in Blush-Worthy Ways.
To put it bluntly, the mission was a failure.
Not only did we lose to an oversized rodent, but it also took a chunk out of my armor with its pointy little teeth. Stupid rat, stupid day, stupid-
"PERRRRCY, LOOK OUT!" A bleated yell came from my left, and I whirled around to face the rat-on-steroids coming straight at me. It bowled me over, sending us both rolling on the tile floor in a flurry of fur and armor.
It squealed, so loud that it ruffled my hair like wind in the grass.
"Okay, now what?!?!" I yelled at Grover, who was standing uselessly frozen to my left, as if he'd just seen Pan dance around like a showgirl in ladies underwear. At my voice, he seemed to snap out of his trance, looking over at me with a still panicked, yet serious expression on his face. "See if Riptide is back in your pocket!"
That was all he could come up with?! Gods, I wish Annabeth were here.
I ended up trying anyway, and with a triumphant exclamation, I found that Riptide - or Anaklusmos - was back in my pocket, as it usually did when I lost it. I continued to wrestle with the rat, but also struggled to get the pen in position so that right when I uncapped it.... BAM!
It squealed and growled as it fought against me, trying to get a hold on my face with its nasty little chompers. I figured I had about two seconds to do something, so with a grunt of effort I shoved the pen against its furry belly, and managed to yank the cap off. It was perfect, like clockwork. With a howl of agony, the rat looked down at its impaled stomach, and hesitated before flopping back, turning to a pile of motionless fur. It was like those Saturday morning cartoons, where Wile E Coyote doesn't realize he's going to zoom off the cliff until he looks down, which sends him falling to his imminent death.
Brushing myself off, I stood and ripped Anaklusmos out of the rats bloody stomach. Grover trotted over and bleated happily, patting my shoulder with a grin. Looking over and smiling back, I fist-bumped with my satyr friend. "Good teamwork, G-man." I'd never be caught dead admitting it, but Grover really hadn't done much on the help-your-friend-not-die part.
"You'd better Iris-message Annabeth, Percy. It you hadn't noticed, she gets kinda worried when you haven't checked in at least once in a few days." Grover looked over at me to weigh my reaction.
I tried not to, but I found myself blushing; nothing abnormal, though. I often did when people talked with me about Annabeth these days. After our first kiss, rumors started flying from the Hermes cabin, even going as far as that Annabeth and I had ssss....seeeee....s-e--... Oh my gods, I can't even THINK it. My skin prickled weirdly as I thought of it, being a guy and all. Hey, it's not my fault my hormones do that to me! She's a girl, I'm a guy, I like her, she likes me, what's the big problem with me thinking that? No, no, no, it IS a big problem for me to be thinking that; what's wrong with me?! I was 16 and, according to some of the more perverted guys at Camp, I was 'raring to go'. Ugggggghhhh, stupid thoughts, get out of my head!
Next thing I knew, I was hitting my head aggravatingly, as if I could just slam it out of my head.
"Whoa, whoa, Percy! What's wrong?!" Grover yelped as he yanked my hand away from my head, which I was repeatedly bashing. I blinked, realizing that I was hitting myself, and frowned with that ever-deepening blush coloring my cheeks.
"Nothing..." I mumbled, looking down at the ground in embarrassment. "Let's just message Annabeth..."
Grover looked at me doubtably, but said nothing as we walked out of the Museum doors.