Annabeth's POV
"Annabeth, let's go upstairs to bed," A tired voice whispers in my ear.
I was too tired to answer, or move for that matter. So I just moved my head a little bit to dig my head deeper into my pillow.
Wait...
When did my pillow get so hard and sturdy-like? And when on Earth did my pillow obtain a heartbeat?
Then I remembered what he told me yesterday and how we fell asleep. We must still be on the couch.
I heard Percy chuckle from below before slowly sitting up while holding me close to him so I could still sleep. If I wasn't so tired I would smile at him.
I go to sit up so Percy could get up but his voice stopped me.
"Just go back to sleep, Annabeth, you look really tired. I'll just carry you," Percy whispered.
"You don't have to do that, Percy. I can go up by myself," I try to tell him but I'm too tired to argue with him. To prove to him that I could walk on my own, I stood up and started walking towards the stairs. My plan failed, though, when I stumbled a bit and would've fallen over if Percy wasn't there to catch me because I was actually really tired and didn't notice that I forgot to pick up my feet to walk.
"You can't even walk you're so tired," Percy told me.
Before I could say anything else, Percy picked up and started carrying me upstairs bridal style.
I was almost asleep again by the time we got to my bedroom. Percy laid me down with my head on my pillow. He pulled the comforter up so it covered me and then kissed my forehead before moving towards the door.
"Could you stay here with me?" I ask quietly.
Instead of answering, he nods and comes over to the bed. He pulls back the blankets to get under with me. When he settles into the bed beside me I instinctively roll over and place my head on his chest.
I fall asleep, once again, to the sound of his heart beat.
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When I wake up the next morning, I turn my head up to look at Percy. He's so adorable when he's sleeping. He has a small smile on his face as if he's having a good dream and he looks so relaxed. I love it.I don't know when, but sometime during the night he took off his shirt because, when we fell asleep downstairs, he had a shirt on.
For some unknown reason, I started drawing little hearts on Percy's chest with my finger. I drew about fifty before he started stirring.
He grabbed my finger from on his chest and asked with his eyes still closed "What're you doing?"
"Um..." I said, not really knowing how to answer, "Tracing hearts on your chest?"
He just chuckled at that before opening his eyes. He studied my face for a minute or two, and then frowned.
I frowned too. "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?" I asked worriedly.
Instead of answering, he traced his thumb under my eye.
Oh... That's why.
"Why haven't you been sleeping?" He asked, the frown still etched on his face.
I look down, not wanting to meet his eyes. I decide to play dumb because I didn't want to answer.
"What do you mean?" I ask kind of innocently. Except for the fact that I wasn't trying to be innocent, I just didn't want to answer the question.
He gave me a I-know-you-know-what-I'm-talking-about look.
"There are bruises under your eyes," he clarifies, "Why?"
"Because I can't sleep?" I tell him, but it came out more like a question.
"But why?" Percy asks again, not accepting my answer.
"Nightmares," I say so quietly that in surprised that he even heard me but, by the pained expression on his face, I'm going to go out on a limb and say he heard me.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asks in a strangled voice.
"It's not a big deal," I simply say.
"Not a big deal?" He asks incredulously, "Judging by how dark those bruises are, you don't sleep a lot."
"It's okay," I try to tell Percy, but he wasn't having it.
"I-I could have done something to help," He says helplessly.
"You do help me," I whisper.
His expression is beyond shock. "How?"
"By staying with me, holding me," I clarify.
"How does that help?" He asks, still not understanding.
"I haven't felt safe since I was seven years old. You, holding me, makes me feel safe," I explain.
"I do that for you,?" He asks, still not believing me.
"Yep," I say confidently. He can't begin to even understand how much he helps me.
"But-" He starts to protest but I'm feeling pretty confident this morning, so I cut him off with my lips.
He doesn't move, so I pull away and look down, embarrassed.
"I-I'm so-sorry I-" I try to explain my actions, but it came out as a stuttering mess.
"Don't apologize, Annabeth," he tells me firmly, but gently at the same time. He guided my head back up with his hand under my chin and looked me in the eye.
"Don't ever apologize, Annabeth. Got it?" He asks me, but he doesn't give me a chance to answer before he pulls me up by my waist so we're face to face and I'm straddling him.
His lips were on mine before I could even register what was happening. Our lips moved in sync with each other for a bit, but our lungs ran lungs ran out of air after awhile, so we had to stop.
Percy rests his forehead on mind and asked the question I have been waiting to hear for so long.
"Annabeth, will you be my girlfriend?"
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Dun dun dun!! I'm sorry but I had to, it's just so fun to leave you guys on a cliffhanger. <:)A bit of a filler chapter, but whatever. I like it. I think it was cute, did anyone else?
Also, someone had pointed out to me that I messed up with the days. So, technically, they've missed about a month of school. Whoopsies. I'll fix that in the next chapter. It was suppose to be this chapter, but I felt like it would be better if I did it this way.
Some people are telling me I shouldn't put such long authors note, but I guess they don't realize that, even without my author's notes, I still have about 1,000 words and I usually don't write much longer ones, it's just how I write. And if I didn't put author's notes, than I couldn't tell you stuff like I am now. So please stop telling me to write them.
I'm trying to update more, too. I can't guarantee that there will definitely be another chapter posted, but I'm trying to post on either Wednesday's or Thursday's besides just on Sunday's. So, YAY!
Sorry for the long author's note, and I can't wait to hear your feedback on this chapter.
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