Did You Forget? (A Percabeth fanfiction)

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made it this far? still here in 2023? this one is for every middle schooler currently reading the story i wrote when i was the same age as you, and also for anyone who still has notifications on for this fic or my profile or whatever. i hope this jumpscares at least one person that forgot this ever existed.

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Before the concert in chapter 10(?) but let's pretend percy and hannah didn't break up yet or anything because I forgot precisely when that happened when I was thinking about writing this and I did not feel like altering my idea even after finding out the correct timeline

The dressing room door shut with barely a click. Annabeth was cautious - when she wanted to be.

"For the record, I am very against this!" Percy whisper-yelled, in between rushed kisses that connected lips-on-lips maybe half of the time. "And here I thought you were supposed to be the smart one!"

Despite his adamant protests, his hands still held onto Annabeth's forearms, in a subconscious attempt to keep her hands in his hair, to keep her kissing him. That was all he wanted, she was all he wanted, ever since they won the war against the Titans.

Annabeth paused, dropping her hands from Percy's hair to rest at the nape of his neck, and spoke louder than him, "I am the smart one. Why else would I have checked the sound level from outside the room and made sure it had a lock?" A sly smile crossed her face.

Percy had to swallow down a very strong wave of attraction to the blonde. "No, I mean, this. I have a... girlfriend," he said, electing not to mention the engagement his label and publicist really wanted him to go through with.

"I know, and I feel guilty, believe me, I've felt guilty since the first time I heard your name backstage a few weeks ago." Annabeth sighed, closing her eyes. "I'm not saying it's right. It's not. It's selfish. But it's what I want, and can't I get what I want, just once?"

There was no shortage of Annabeth getting what she aspired to – save the doctorate program at New Rome University she dropped out of when her mental health became too much of a struggle. The aftermath led her into music, and a miracle record deal as whatever her label wanted her to be. She was the industry plant, and everyone close to her her knew it, but it was a job. And so what if she hired Piper as her agent specifically because of her ability to charmspeak anyone that didn't like Annabeth and her stage persona? It's not like it was truly harming anyone - just celebrity politics, and they were far from the only demigods in the scene.

But very rarely was she able to actually do what she wanted. It was always another single, another feature, another magazine ad for a perfume she'd never used in her life. So just this once, couldn't she have him? Couldn't she have back the one thing that ever made her feel like she wasn't drowning?

After far too much of their already stolen time before they had to be on stage preparing, Percy spoke; still a harsh whisper, but not becsuse he was trying to be quiet.

"Piper told me last night that Hannah's been cheating on me."

Annabeth's eyes went wide. She didn't dare breathe, in fear that everything would shatter and she'd wake up in her bed.

"I... don't know what I'm going to do. But I think, maybe, I want to be selfish too."

And if the price of being selfish was having to walk in a minute and fourteen seconds after he needed to be on for the sound check, thus facing the wrath of the entire crew; then so be it. Percy would gladly pay that price if it meant he would taste her lip gloss all night. And judging by the way Annabeth turned her head to hide a blush when she saw him walk into the room precisely on her command, he felt it was safe to say that price was worth it.

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blah blah hope you enjoyed im writing this at 2am and if by chance you're reading this at 2am GO TO BED‼️ I am going to bed now that these brainworms are out of my head. why am I posting on wattpad in 2023.

for real though this is dedicated to everyone still leaving me comments on this. everyone who has ever left a comment. this would not still be published without you. i always appreciate the little notes in my inbox on occasion when someone likes the story I wrote ten years ago enough to say some words at me about it.

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