percabeth one shots

Chapter 11

Annabeth is OOC sorry

"Hai?" She whispered into the phone. Percy groaned instantly, worrying about her now.

"Annabeth where are you!?" He breathed, knowing she was really drunk.

"Um... I think I'm at somebody's house." Annabeth drawled out, like she wasn't sure.

"Yeah I got that, but who's house?" Percy rolled his eyes, nails digging into his palm.

"Thalia's? Luke's? No! It's Pipers....yeah for sure." Annabeth laughed and Percy was already in his car.

"Okay, sit on the porch okay? I'll be there in five minuets." Percy promised.

"I love you Percy." Annabeth whispered, her voice serious now.

"I love you too," Percy sighed and hung up. He was so tired of this, picking up a drunk Annabeth from somebody's house, and somehow he sensed Annabeth knew it too.

A few minuets later, he pulled up against the mansion that had loud music blaring through the windows. He saw a small figure sitting on the steps in front of the house, making his way towards her quickly.

"Hey." He whispered, sitting down next to her, she looked up and her hazy eyes brightened despite her drunken state.

"Percy, your here!" She giggled, and stood up, wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him tightly. Percy returned the hug tightly, burying his head onto the crook of her neck.

"Wise Girl what are you doing here?" He whispered softly, his fingers caressing her hair. Percy as trying to distract her, because and when she got drunk....well, she was a real seductive person. This time, he was desperate not to give into her desperate, seductive, freaking sexy pleas.

"Um drinking?" Annabeth said, her voice quiet.

"Annabeth, you can't keep doing this. Please." Percy begged, hugging her tighter, Annabeth was confused on why she felt like crying.

"I don't deserve you," Annabeth realized, her voice sounding like she just found the answer to this big problem. Annabeth pulled back slightly, feeling her eyes burn. "I don't deserve you." She said, more confident in a way.

"What do you mean?" Percy sunk down a little to meet her gaze, a tear discreetly raced down the side of her face. Percy rubbed his thumb on her wet cheek.

"You....your too perfect Percy. Your smart, confident, nice, hot, friendly, loyal, perfect. And me? I'm an alcoholic who has dyslexia and has never scored higher than a C+ in my life, I'm the meanest person in the world, don't have any friends, and so imperfect. I am such a bad person." Annabeth whispered, more tears racing down her face, now though, she had pulled away from him, her clammy hands grasping his arms as he had his around her waist.

"Annabeth that is so not true, what the hell are you talking about!?" Percy said, shocked. Annabeth pulled back from him.

"It's true!" She yelled, crying. "Do you know how hard it is to date somebody so perfect? It's hard not to be jealous of you! You have such a perfect life, a family who actually cares about you!" She sobbed, sinking down to her knees in the soft grass, hell the grass was more perfect than her life.

"Annabeth stop talking like that!" He shouted back, thankful that the music drowned out the sounds of their shouting.
He saw her sobbing, knees up to her face. "Hey, you know that's not true Wise Girl." Percy whispered softly, sitting in back of her and wrapping his arms around her figure. She let her head fall to his chest, and closed her eyes tightly.

"Yes it is Percy. You have no idea how many times I've picked up that cursed blade. You deserve so much better than me, the perfect term of wasted youth." Annabeth whispered, wondering why she said that.