If things couldn't get any more confusing, Annabeth is now trapped in her best friend's body, which you'd think would be the worst part of her day, but no. She had to go and piss off Will—who, if she hasn't made it clear already, is the nicest guy in the world—and now she's lying on the bathroom tiling basking in her shortcomings.

She's also trying not to think about the massive bottle of water she just drank in a weak attempt to keep herself from crying because she has to pee so badly right now.

Annabeth thought that finding Will and Nico in the Alps was a total blessing. She wouldn't have been surprised if Will had said, "Oh, we heard you needed help and some god sent us here!" because really, it was an awful lot like divine intervention. Annabeth remembers reading something about deus ex machina in one of her middle school English classes. That's what that was.

And sure, at the time, it was great because she isn't currently being dismembered by an angry centaur mafia, but she is far from winning.

Yes, she was suspicious when Will wasn't really grasping the idea that Annabeth had just recently decided that Percy is not a douche. Percy was actually never a douche, but when you date someone and break up with them, they sort of become one in your eyes.

Anyway, that fight left her shaking, so she tried to unlock her phone to text Will and then realized that she couldn't use face ID because she doesn't have her own face, so she broke into Will's phone because she has his, and is now listening to Red (Taylor's Version) because that's the only album Will has downloaded onto his phone, so Red (Taylor's Version) is going to have to be her temporary support system.

This takes lying on the cold hard ground to a whole new level.

There's a knock on the door, and Annabeth sits up fast enough to make her head spin; it's like she's drunk from crying. "Will?" she calls.

"Uh, Will?" Percy answers from the other side. "I didn't realize you were still here, man. Is Annabeth in there? She was... Well, I'd like to check on her."

Ah, yes, he'd like to check on Annabeth because she's probably not acting like herself, and that can entirely be blamed on the fact that she is not herself.

"She's not," Annabeth, says, her voice cracking.

There's a pause, and Annabeth knows right away that she has been busted for crying.

"Are you okay? Do you want me to get Nico?" he asks.

"That's alright."

I walked through the door with you. The air was cold.

"Are you listening to Taylor Swift?" Percy asks.

"No. Yes. Maybe."

But something about it felt like home somehow, Taylor Swift sings. Annabeth usually skips this song but she's already crying so what even is the point?

"Okay," Percy says. "Um, do you mind if I come in? I still have to brush my teeth."

Annabeth wants to tell him to go away. She doesn't want him to see her like this, lying on the tiling and crying about everything that's gone wrong in the past few hours. Hell, he saw her naked just a few hours ago, and now it probably seems like she bailed on her promise to speak to him about it in the morning. She wanted to talk to him about it. She needed to talk to him about it.

Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze. Annabeth's never really listened to the lyrics of this song before but they are really sounding familiar for some reason. This song can't be about Joe Jonas, can it?

"Will?"

"Uh, yeah, come in." She sits up and wipes the tears from Will's blue eyes. She still hasn't found his contact lenses so everything's a tiny bit fuzzy.

The knob turns and Percy comes in, wearing a plain blue crew neck sweatshirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He stops in his tracks, probably because Will sitting on the floor crying is an odd sight to see.

"Sorry," Annabeth says, wiping her eyes again.

"It's all good," Percy says, putting some toothpaste on his toothbrush. Annabeth just wants to hug him. She needs some kind of physical touch and she wants it from him.

The only problem is that she's Will, and Will has made it quite clear how he feels about Percy.

Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well.

No, this can't be about Joe Jonas. Joe Jonas was the guy in the Fearless album.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Percy asks through a mouthful of toothpaste. Some of it slips out the corner of his mouth and dribbles down to his chin. He catches it with his thumb and wipes it on his pants.

"I... I just had a fight with Annabeth," she says. It's the truth kind of. The truth would be harder to explain anyway.

Percy spits the toothpaste into the sink and takes a seat on the floor next to her. "I'm really sorry to hear that," he says. "She'll come around though."

"I don't know about that," Annabeth says. "She's kind of stubborn. I love how protective she is, but she doesn't always get what I need."

"Huh," Percy says. "Well, if it makes you feel better, I think she's a little grouchy today. That might be my fault though."

No, no, this can't be happening. Annabeth can't lose Will and whatever the hell is going on with her and Percy. "I'm sure you didn't do anything wrong."

"I don't know," he says, raking a hand through his hair. "I think I crossed a line, and then I accidentally got the wrong idea from her and forced her into a conversation she wasn't comfortable having."

"Oh." So Will talked to Percy for Annabeth. "What did she say to you?"

"Not much of anything, but I certainly got the idea," he says, forcing a laugh.

And you were tossing me the car keys, "Fuck the patriarchy."

"What did you fight about?" Percy asks. "If you don't mind me asking."

"No, it's okay," Annabeth says. If Will can speak for her, then she's certainly entitled to speak for him just this once. "We uh, we fought about you, actually."

Percy looks at the ground. "So did she tell you..."

"Yeah."

They sigh in unison.

Then, they start talking at the same time.

"I might have overreacted-"

"Look, Will, I want you to know-"

"Sorry," says Annabeth. "You go first."

"Guess this is what I get for never getting the dad talk from Frederick Chase as a kid," Percy jokes.

Annabeth laughs. That was funny. "Will's... I mean, I'm not trying to be like her dad or anything."

"You're really protective though," says Percy. "That's fine. She deserves a friend like that."

Yeah, right, Annabeth deserves a friend that'll shut her down every time she thinks she's having actual feelings towards someone.

Percy claps a hand on Annabeth's—Will's—back. "You're a good guy, Will," he says, as if having read her mind. "I don't blame you for being hesitant toward me, but I just want you to know that I do care about Annabeth. I'd never use her like... like that."

Yeah, and now he thinks she used him because of this stupid body-swapping problem that they haven't gotten to address.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is that my... intentions—for lack of better words—are good. I'm legit," he says, giving Will a thumbs up.

Taylor Swift is still singing her longest song ever. You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath.

Annabeth looks down at Will's perfect fingernails. How the hell did she get herself into this position? What asshole of a god thought swapping her and her best friend was a good idea? She'd like to blame Hera, but that would entail interacting with her least favorite goddess.

But there's definitely a hint of hope in Percy's voice. Does that mean that maybe Will didn't totally screw things up there? She can't say she wants to like, date Percy, but she doesn't think she can imagine a future that doesn't include him in some capacity.

And you call me up again just to break me like a promise, So casually cruel in the name of being honest. Damn, Taylor is singing her heart out. Annabeth would probably lose her mind if she'd gotten taken advantage of like this.

Oh, wait. She has, but she's not going to think about that right now.

"I uh, I get that Annabeth's been through a lot," Percy says.

Oh, shit, Annabeth forgot to reply to that other sappy thing about him being well-intentioned and now she has to sit through a conversation about the unsavory experiences from her childhood.

She totally did this to herself.

"And you have every reason to want to protect her heart... Gods, that sounds really tacky," he says. "Please don't tell her I said that."

Annabeth mirrors his previous gesture and gives him a thumbs-up. She's overcome by severe secondhand embarrassment, but can't quite tell if it's for Percy, for Will, or for those Stevie Nicks sleeves Will put on her body.

Percy rests his head against the fake cabinets. "I used to think she was kind of weird for not talking about it. Like, I know I haven't been through anything quite like that, but I see a therapist and that's pretty helpful. Talking about my problems—my mom, Tartarus, my mental health—just makes me feel better. I used to think that was the one way to do things, so when I saw Annabeth dealing by not dealing, it was sort of concerning. It seemed destructive." He sighs and rakes his hand through his hair again.

"It's not," Annabeth says. "Not entirely, anyway."

"Yeah, I figured that out. I guess when we went to Prague and I had to do some of the stuff she does all the time, it sort of put things into perspective. Sure, I'll never drink again, and some of the stuff we did was pretty risky, but... I get it now. There's a certain amount of freedom that comes with not being a pawn in the gods' plan. It must be really hard for her to be here."

You said if we had been closer in age maybe it would have been fine, And that made me want to die, Taylor Swift sings.

Annabeth wants to interject and tell Percy that no, it isn't that hard and that up until this morning, things have been kind of awesome. She wants to thank him for inviting her along and for dealing with her at her low points, but that's not something Will would say.

Hell, that's not something Annabeth would normally say, but she certainly is thinking it.

"I guess I should go talk to her," Annabeth says, finding it odd how natural it's becoming to speak about herself in the third person.

"Do you have her location?" Percy asks. "She kind of stormed out of the hotel without saying where she was going."

Ugh. Will's angry walks are the worst. He always gets lost and then Annabeth has to tail him in the SUV really slow until he gets over whatever's bothering him. At that point, she'll drive up next to him, roll down the window, and act surprised.

She has no idea how he hasn't caught on. She is an awful driver.

But you keep my old scarf from that very first week, 'Cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me.

Annabeth's struck with this memory of Will's awful singing. Her skin runs cold, probably from the borderline alcohol poisoning she got at the Stolls' party, and suddenly she's a teenager again, crying into the cargo shorts of some guy she barely knows. He rubs her back while she pukes and screams into Zeus's fist with her until her voice goes hoarse.

Did someone take your scarf? he asks.

Then Annabeth realizes that Will Solace has gone out into the streets of Paris in Annabeth's body when Percy and Annabeth are both very well aware that Pothos is looking for a demigod sacrifice, preferably one of the two of them.

"Oh my god," Annabeth says. "We have to find him—her. Let's go." She gets up and runs into the bedroom, grabbing her drakon bone sword from beneath the bed.

Percy stares at her, his mouth agape.

She clears her throat. "I said let's go."

At this point, she doesn't care if Percy figures out he just had a vulnerable conversation about Annabeth with Annabeth. Will could be hurt or worse and she just spent the ten-minute version of "All Too Well" having an emotional breakthrough that really could have waited.