From Annabeth's view

The chariot race

We were almost there and there was no stopping us.

Adrenaline pulsed through my veins.

One last curve.

One last swerve.

This was it.
The crowd went wild. The whole camp chanted our names(Percy was there too).

"Wait," I shouted"It wasn't just us. Tyson helped too. Percy's-"
I was cut off.
"Tyson, my brother, my baby brother!"

I took a look at Percy.
He was breathing hard and no doubt that I was too. But even with his unbelievably messy hair and dusty CHB top and jeans, too me, he still managed to look cute.

Before I lost my courage, I grabbed his face and pulled his cheek to my lips. I swear that when I pulled away I could practically feel the heat of his blush from where I was standing.

And the camp cheered louder after that.