I met Percabeth

Percy

A/N ALRIGHT THIS IS A CONTINUATION OF MY LAST CHAPTER, SO YOU SHOULD PROBABLY READ THAT ONE FIRST BEFORE YOU READ THIS. ALRIGHT, HERE WE GO

____Percy's POV_____

I didn't remember much honestly. I remembered walking with Grover and Annabeth, we were all pretty hurt and my arm was bleeding real bad. I could vaguely recall walking up to a tiny shack by the ocean. I wanted to go to the water but I passed out from the pain before I could say anything.

______TIME SKIP_______

My head was still fuzzy when I woke up, the pain in my arm had faded to a dull throb. I sat up, the bed springs squeaking beneath me. I scanned my surroundings, small room, bare walls, maybe painted a sunny yellow at one point, now a dirty brown. There didn't seem to be any immediate danger, I decided to test my strength by standing and was surprised to find my balance normal.

I took a few slow steps towards the door where I noticed a T.V screen glowing in the adjacent room, the volume lowered. Sitting on the couch was Annabeth, curled up with a blanket up to her chin. The T.V washed the colour from her face, her blonde hair looked white in the light, her grey eyes reflecting the screen.

"Annabeth?" I asked, I rubbed my eyes, leaning against the doorframe .

"Hey," she whispered, sitting up on the couch. The blanket fell down from her shoulders revealing what I suspected to be my hoodie.

"Where are we?" I took a shaky breath, spots were dancing before my eyes.

Her face showed concern, her nose scrunched up in the cute little way it always did when she was worried.
"A safe house Grover knew of," she replied. "You should still be sleeping though."

"I have a feeling I've been sleeping all day, I think I'm good." I stepped into the room suddenly realizing how cold it was in here. I glanced over at the T.V.
"Really? National Geographic?" I asked.

"Shut up," she defended. "It's a good one, besides cable's not the best, there's only so many channels. It's either this or 15 and Pregnant."

"National Geographic it is," I sat down beside her on the couch trying not to let the cold get to me.
"Hey, where is Grover?"

"He left to get food," she replied. "He'll be back." She sounded uncertain.
I couldn't help it after a few minutes I was shivering like mad. The thin cabin walls did not do enough to keep the cold out.

Annabeth must've noticed because she lifted the edge of the blanket she was using. "Here, we'll share."

I scooted closer, the blanket now covering both of us. I knew I wasn't the only one thinking about how close together we were, she smelled so nice and she was so warm. My heart practically stopped when she laid her head on my chest. I don't know why I did it but I rested my arm around her shoulders, I felt her shift slightly then settle back against my chest.

"This is nice," I scolded myself after the words left my mouth, what a stupid thing to say. All she did was hum in agreement.
"Is this my hoodie?" I asked.

"Maybe...." She sounded sheepish.

I laughed. "Don't worry, you can keep it, you look cute in it."
And it was true, there was something about her bundled up in my Goode swim team hoodie that made her even more beautiful. Maybe it was the fact that it was super big on her, making her seem even tinier. Maybe it was the way the sleeves came down giving her sweater paws which were infinitely cute. Maybe it was because there was something I liked about seeing her wear my last name "Jackson", I don't know. Either way I wasn't about to take it back any time soon.