The Stories of Our Heroes

August 18 - Part 1

Today is August 18, which I think I have to consider the most important day throughout the entire series. We all know what August 18 means, right? Percy Jackson's, two time Savior of Olympus, great friend, stellar boyfriend, and so many other things, birthday. Of course, it's also the day everyone's OTP finally pulled their heads out of the sewer and worked up the nerve to kiss each other. But this day was also when the Second Titan War came to a close, when the Great Prophecy was fulfilled, and a new hero was born from the death of a traitor. So in honor of this special day, I've written a one shot (or a two-shot?) and I've poured my entire soul into it.

PS: This is set during Percy and Annabeth's college years in New Rome.

Annabeth's POV - August 17

I heard Percy groan before he rolled over and slammed his hand down on the alarm clock. I'm pretty sure he also mumbled some choice words when he missed the button the first time and it kept beeping. When he finally succeeded in shutting it up, he turned to face me.

"Tell me again why you think it's a good idea to wake up early the week before classes start?" he asked, eyes closed, his voice laced with irritation.

"Because Seaweed Brain," I responded, trying to sell my fake logic so I wouldn't have to tell him the real reason I was making us get up, "we need to get used to it. If we get in the routine now, it won't be so hard to get up next week when we have to actually do stuff during the day."

"I'd rather enjoy my last few days of sleeping in," he whined. I actually agreed with him, but he wasn't allowed to know that.

I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed, but before I could stand up, Percy wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back down against him.

"Percy." I sighed. "I really have to get up. You really have to up." But I really didn't want to. I was pretty comfortable right where I was.

"No." 

"Yes."

"No."

I gave up trying to argue with him and just tried to get out of his grasp instead. That didn't work either. Every time I pulled away, he tightened his arm lock more. Then just to aggravate me further, he laid his head on my hair that was sprawled out behind me, his nose touching the back of my head, so it was even more impossible to move.

"Fine, you have left me with no choice," I threatened.

"What are you going to-" he started to ask sarcastically, but I cut him off by slamming my shoulder into his chest. Unfortunately for him, he was laying on the edge of the bed, so when the impact startled him, he rolled right off onto the floor. This plan would have worked perfect for me... if he had let go of me as he fell. Instead, I landed on top of him, still trapped in his embrace.

"That was unnecessary," he grumbled.

"I warned you."

"Jokes on you, now we can just sleep here."

I had to laugh at him before I tried to get away. This time he let me.

I went into the bathroom and came out a few minutes later, only to find my boyfriend still laying on the floor. I really did need him to get up so I could get him out of the apartment.

"C'mon, lazy," I said while walking over to him. I grabbed his hand and started to literally drag him to the bathroom. He didn't start complaining until he was laying on the bathroom tiles.

"Oh, give it up already. Better take a shower, Seaweed Brain. You're starting to smell."

"I am not. But I'll just sleep in the shower.  I can breathe water, you know."