Percabeth One Shots💅🏻✨

136. We Never Talk About It

A/N: Happy New Year! This is an old chapter from a book that is unpublished (Shoutout to anyone who recognizes it!) All you need to know is that Annabeth is a moviestar who escaping her hectic public life for a weekend

Annabeth loved their weekends in Montauk. They had been her little piece of paradise when she and Percy were still in school. He would take her, alone, to his house on the beach. His family wasn't rich, nor is it now, even with the success of Sally's books, they still struggle to make ends meet some months, but that was part of what made the Montauk house so special. Not only to Sally or Percy, but to Annabeth as well. The fact that they so openly welcomed her to their little piece of paradise, and let her in as part of the family, just made it all the more special and worth cherishing.

She rolled over and blinked open her eyes to find the other side empty.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." He chuckled, shirtless, holding a cup of coffee by the doorway behind her.

"The shower is all yours if you want."

"Are you saying I stink?" She quipped, sliding her legs out from the warm comforter.

"No, but I figured since you can't seem to escape the paparazzi, you might want to look good." His muscles tensed as he explained, despite his easy tone.

"Oh, thanks, Perce." She stood, her long legs guiding her towards him to kiss him.

"What was that for?" He asked.

"You're thoughtful, and I think that's swell."

"Swell?" Percy curled an eyebrow at her.

"Yeah, you're swell and I like spending time with you." She shrugged.

"You're—" Percy cut himself off with a hearty laugh— "You're swell, too, Beth."

He looked at her like she was his everything, and a warm feeling spread through her. Her heart felt like it might burst at the sight of him. He was truly something special, and immediately she felt as though she was fucked.

She needed to put an end to the rouse, and—

"Hey, Perce, can you make us breakfast?" She tried to keep the panic out of her voice.

"Oh, uh, sure, what do you want?"

"Pie."

"Unfortunately, I am not Dakota, but I can run into town to see if they have a pie shop?" He chuckled.

"Perfect! I'll shower and— yeah."

"Alright...." Percy said as if he wasn't convinced.

~

She found him waiting on the white, beach-house couch that every beach house from the nineties seemed to have. Twirling his keys, wearing khaki shorts and a blue button up, because beach.

"Did you find pie?" Annabeth asked hopefully.

"Kind of?" He winced, holding out a box to her.

"What's wrong with it?"

She opened the box and found an orange pie in the box.

"It's a fruit pie." He explained.

"I didn't even think orange pie was a thing." She laughed.

"I don't think it is."

Annabeth poked it with her pinky and it jiggled in response.

"Is it jello?"

"That would be better than what we thought initially, right?"

"How did we survive without Esther's pies before?" She complained, her head thrown back, unable to look at the orange monstrosity a second longer.