One Last Look || Percabeth AU

Chapter 38- Video Games It is.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJo Hoo gang.

Andy's POV

I never knew Annabeth has a baby. But then again, I never knew Annabeth all my life.

"So...how do we start this thing?" I asked, feeling a bit confuse about the project.

I knew Annabeth was a smarty-pants. I even knew from the first met that he could easily outwit Ian. The way her startling gray eyes look as if she would gratefully her enemy. That's creepy...but somehow cute.

I have to admit that the girl looks like a goddess.

"Um...the first is to build a foundation. W could build a road and the support first. Then the strips could be our rope." She continued blabbering nonsense.

I nodded, understanding only half of what she said.

Since the baby is on the first floor, Thalia told us to work with our project at the second floor-at Annabeth's bedroom, which she didn't look so happy about. Thalia received about a thousand glare from Annabeth.

"I'll type what I researched. You just follow the blueprints I gave you...Okay?"

"Sure."

"You ruined it." She sighed. What is she saying?

"What?" I asked, puzzled about what she just said.

"Nothing. Keep working."

She turned around and surf the net while I turned away from her and started to read whatever-the-heck she wrote.

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The silence was very uncomfortable.

It's as if I've been talking to her my whole life that silence couldn't come between.

"Uh...so Thalia told me that the baby she's holding is yours...what's her name?" I asked, not bothering to look at her.

She nearly choked on air.

"Say what?" She asked, looking as surprise as when I first saw her.

"The baby. What's her name?" I told her.

"That's not mine. That's Mckenzie's. The teenager across the street."

"Oh...I thought that was yours." I fiddled the iron and metal bars in my hand, ocasionally burning my hands with glue gun.

After about two minutes, I stopped and looked at my masterpiece.

Well...trash would fit as a word.

"What did you do?" Annabeth raised her eyebrows at me. She really should stop doing that.

My golden gate bridge was a disaster. I mean, many webs ot molten glue were left hanging from here to there. The metals were misplaced and obviously out of direction.

"I may or may not have just created Spiderman's lair." I bit my lip and tried to be ashamed but deep inside, I am laughing while I took a look at my work. I kept my poker face visible.

"You're impossible." She muttered, a small smile etched on her face.

"I'd like to think myself as that, thank you very much."

"You are not welcome."

After that she decided that we do the work together, casually handing glue guns, putting irons there and fixing this crap and all that fun.

One time I accidentally put molten glue on her hand and I think she intentionally put some on my other hand.

After a lot of small talks and burnings, we finally finished the work.