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I.
“I’m studying!” Percy announced.
Annabeth looked up from her book. “That’s good!” she said. “I’m proud of you.”
“But you know what that means,” Percy continued.
“What does it mean?”
“You-” he pointed to her for extra emphasis. “-have to stay away from me.”
Annabeth scoffed. “That’s a stupid rule.”
“What can I say?” he said. “You’re very distracting.”
“Is that a compliment?” she asked, smirking.
He shrugged, leaning forwards and kissing her forehead. “If you want it to be.”
Annabeth watched as her boyfriend stood up and disappeared into their room. She sighed, standing up to get her laptop and opening it up to start on an essay she had to write for her Architectural Design History class
She had been working on it for a while when she noticed that she hadn’t seen Percy around for a long time. Annabeth stood up, curious, and walked into their room to find Percy asleep on their desk.
She stifled a smile, and shook Percy’s shoulder. “Perce, wake up,” she said softly. “Percy!”
“I’m awake!” Percy yelled, jolting up. “I’m awake,” he repeated, rubbing his eyes.
“Studying, huh?”
“I was studying,” Percy said. “It’s just that this desk began to look like a really good place to sleep.” He yawned.
“I could help you if you want,” she offered.
“Nope,” he said, firmly. “You’re distracting.”
She rolled her eyes at him, smiling. Her eyes scanned the desk, and she furrowed her eyebrows at one object. “Why is there a stuffed animal on your desk?”
“He's not a stuffed animal, he's Bob and he keeps me from losing my mind,” Percy replied, in a matter-of-factly tone.
Annabeth let out a soft sigh. “You know what, I’m not even gonna question it. Now, come, let’s go grab something to eat then maybe I can help you study, okay?”
II.
Annabeth’s eyes flew open, and she lay near Percy, staring at the ceiling and wondering why she woke up. Then, she heard her stomach grumble.
She groaned, getting out of bed to scrummage their kitchen for something to eat. She wasn’t exactly the best cook, but she knew enough to make something that looked edible. Well, most of the time anyways.
Pulling out a box of mac and cheese, she set some water to boil.
“Wise Girl?” came Percy’s voice, as he entered their kitchen. He ran his hand through his messy hair. “What are you doing up at what time is it?” He glanced at the clock. “Uh...3:30 in the morning making...mac and cheese?”
“I’m hungry,” Annabeth replied. “Duh.”
“And you decided to come and cook with what confidence?” Percy asked, trying hard not to smile.
“Look, I don't ask for much in life, but just this once, could you not question my madness for like 10 minutes,” She said, rolling her eyes at him.
“Wise Girl, I love you from the bottom of my heart but I don't trust your cooking. Stay out of my kitchen.” Percy said sternly. “You remember the last time you ‘cooked’ right?”
“Uh…” Annabeth recalled the time she tried to bake blue chocolate chip cookies to surprise Percy, after getting the recipe from Sally. To put it simply, it had not gone well. “Yeah, I do.”
Percy walked towards her. “So, maybe it’s best if I take care of this, okay?” He said, softly.
“Ugh okay,” she said, smiling at him. “Thanks, by the way.”
“Anything for you, Wise Girl.”
III.
Annabeth flipped through the pages of her book, her eyes scanning the words. She felt a tug on her hair, and glanced over her shoulder to see Percy freeze, caught in the act of playing with her hair.
She raised her eyebrow. “Percy, what are you doing?”
“Nothing,” he said. “Go back to reading.”
She stared at him, then turned her head back to her book. She felt another tug, and glared at Percy. “Percy, don’t touch my hair.”
“Ssh! Stop fussing. I’m braiding your hair.”
Annabeth rolled her eyes. “I don’t need my hair to be braided.”
“Don’t worry, you won’t even feel me braiding it,” he said. “Just turn around.”
She groaned, then continued reading, while Percy continued to braid her hair. A lock of her hair fell over her shoulder and she suppressed her annoyance. “Percy….”
“Yes?”
“You interrupt my reading once more, and this book will become a lethal weapon,” she warned him.
Percy scoffed. “At times, I think you love your books more than me.”
“Well, it isn’t a lie,” she said.
IV.
Annabeth played with a few strands of Percy’s hair, glancing down at his concentrated face—which consisted of him sticking his tongue out—as they watched a mystery movie.
“Quit staring at me, Chase,” he said, teasingly. “Eyes on the TV.”
“I wasn’t staring at you,” she said, even though it was extremely obvious that she had.
“Sure,” he said.
Annabeth smiled at her boyfriend. Percy’s phone chimed nearby, and when she glanced to see what it was, her heart nearly melted. She laughs softly, causing Percy to look up at her.
“What happened?” He asked her.
She held up his phone. “Am I your lock screen?” she asked.
Percy froze. “You weren’t supposed to see that,” he replied, trying to reach for his phone.
“Aw, Seaweed Brain, it’s fine!” Annabeth said, smiling. “It’s cute that I’m your lock screen, ‘cause guess what?”
“What?”
Annabeth searched for her phone, then held it up for him to see: they had the same picture of each other as their lock screens.
Percy grinned. “Maybe we are made for each other.”
“You’ve been spending way too much time with Piper.” Annabeth turned her attention back to their TV. “I bet you, Jim killed them.”
“No,” Percy said, shaking his head. “It’s definitely Vanessa.”
V.
Annabeth groaned, walking into their apartment. “I could die.”
“Well, I certainly hope you don’t,” Percy said, glancing at her from their couch. “What happened?”
“Long exam,” Annabeth mumbled. “I can’t speak.”
He raised an eyebrow, then patted at the seat beside him. “How long?”
“Three hours,” she said, taking off her socks before collapsing next to her boyfriend. “So exhausted. Can I snuggle up to you?”
“Sure,” he said, putting his arm around her.
“What if we’re all just living in a simulation?” Annabeth asked.
“Oh no,” Percy pulled away from her. “We’re getting to Existential Crisis Annabeth.”
“It makes sense though!” she exclaimed. “Like, it makes sense, what if our life is an experiment?”
“I highly doubt that,” he said. “Alright, maybe let’s get you to sleep before we reach Giggly Annabeth.”
“Hm,” Annabeth glared at him, pulling her feet up, resting her head against his chest.
“Wise Girl, quit touching me, your feet are cold!” He whined.
“I. Sleepy.”
“Uh...how long have you been awake for?”
“32 hours, 20 minutes and 45 seconds.”
VI.
Percy groaned, shuffling through his clothes. “Annabeth?” he yelled, finally giving up his search.
“Yeah?” came her voice from the other room.
“Have you seen my hoodie?”
“...Nooo.”
Percy sighed. “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”
“What makes you think that, Perce?”
He rolled his eyes, and walked towards her. “Give me the hoodie.”
“It’s mine now!”
“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!” He said, reaching out for her.
“Nope,” Annabeth said, smirking. “You should’ve hidden all your hoodies before you decided to let me in your life.”
VII.
“Perce?”
“Yeah?” he asked, craning his neck to see her.
“This is serious, okay?” Annabeth said, focusing her eyes on him. “Am I...too competitive at Monopoly?”
“...No,” he said.
She rolled his eyes. “I can tell you’re lying, you know. Be honest, am I too competitive?”
“Maybe...maybe just a little bit,” he said. “And-ouch! Wise Girl!”
She looked at him innocently, like she hadn’t just smacked him with a pillow. “What?” Then she smacked him again.
“YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!” He yelled.
VIII.
Percy walked across their apartment nervously. He called Annabeth when he was a few feet away.
“Percy?”
“Hey, so, um...totally random question here, but what would you do if I dyed my hair?” Percy asked.
“...Did you dye your hair?” Annabeth asked in turn.
Percy gave a fake laugh. “No! What makes you think that?”
“Percy…” The door to their bedroom opened up, and Annabeth peeked out to find a blue-haired Percy Jackson. She groaned. “Percy!”
“Surprise?” He said, giving her jazz hands.
“I think we need to have a talk, mister.” She folded her arms. “You dyed your hair blue?”
“I mean, you should’ve known it was coming,” he protested weakly. “I waste time trying to find blue maple syrup, how did you think I wouldn’t dye my hair?”
“You never find blue maple syrup! I thought you were gonna give up on your obsession one day or another.”
“How am I attracted to you?"