Percabeth {One Shots}- UNDER EDITING

Yes *

a/n: hello lovelies i promise i'm not giving up on this xx

percy tries to give the perfect proposal to annabeth, but things go a little wonky. this is in percy's pov.

I had one hour. One hour to make this perfect. Annabeth was going to come home, and I'd have everything ready. Everything was going to go just fine-

A loud crack! broke through my thoughts, and a shower of fountain water hit my back. I glanced at it through the mirror I was facing, then turned around and glared, my left shirt cuff unbuttoned and hanging from my wrist. The fountain from my brother Tyson was spitting water at me in an arch similar to an Iris Message rainbow. I must be nervous, I thought. Makes enough sense.

I squeezed my hands into fists and tried to clear my head enough to clean up the mess. Eventually, though it did take me a minute or two, the water receded back to the fountain. I sighed, looked back at the mirror, and decided after all to change my shirt. 

I slid the buttons off and threw the shirt on the floor in a pile of three others. One shirt was light green, one a type of plum-ish color, and the latest was blue. I walked to the closet but was caught by a glimpse of something in the mirror. A gash in my shoulder. Probably from one of my fights with guys like Kronos, or Ares. But for some reason today, it made me stop and look.

One on my shoulder, one on the side of my stomach, one across the spot just under my neck and just above my chestplate, one on my hip. Some were small, some were... less small. It made me stop and think.

What if, during one of those fights, I had died? What if, during one of those fights, Annabeth had died?

What if something had happened that made this day disappear? Made Annabeth disappear? Made me disappear?

I had been waiting for this day pretty much since I'd seen her for the first time. Through all those quests, being her sidekick (yes, I was definitely the sidekick), I had thought they were the best times of my life, some the scariest. But there were times where I didn't think I'd live to make the decision I was making today. Times I thought that it was the last time I'd see her face, or the last thing I'd see was the end of a blade. 

And yet there was today. 

I looked up from the scars and made myself look me in the eye. For some reason, I was smiling. Probably because I'd been thinking about Annabeth. I rolled my eyes, leaned forward to fix the lock of hair falling in my eye, then caught a glimpse of the shirt I'd wear. When I walked to the hanger and grabbed it, saw the cuts in the neckline from wear and tear and the stab marks in the hem, I knew what I was going to wear, what I was going to say, and how I was going to do it.

I changed out of my black dress pants and into a pair of swim trunks. I texted Grover and told him to cancel the dinner reservations I had him make, then texted Annabeth with a simple: good afternoon, there's been a change of plans. meet me at camp.

I had a lot of work to do in a short amount of time. I grabbed my phone, wallet, keys, and a pair of sunglasses, then ran out the door. Halfway down the hallway I realized I forgot to lock the door, so I ran back. A little girl and her mother were walking down the hallway, and as I shot past them to get to the elevator, I heard the girl say, "Mum, what's he doing?"

And the mother said, "Get inside, love."

Yeah, sure- maybe the rips and tears on my shirt were weird. And the fact that it was nearly winter, and I was running around in swim shorts and Ray Bans. And flip flops.

Safe in the elevator my phone started ringing. I picked it up, expecting it to be Annabeth, but it was Grover. I answered it and shoved the phone between my shoulder and my ear to hold open the elevator door for a woman with a double stroller and two little kids. She nodded her thanks and I smiled. The one little kid, a boy, was staring at the cuts in my shirt, then at the blue swim trunks.