Percy Jackson One Shots

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OK so this story was written by one of my favorite fanfiction writers xXLordOfBooksXx. I absolutely love their books and you all should definitely check them out if you haven't already. Again I don't own this one and I'm sorry for not updating a lot here recently because I've been super busy with drama club. But after Dec 2 I'll be back to a normal schedule for sure. Till then enjoy this amazing one shot written by the amazing and talented xXLordOfBooksXx.

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Plink.

The thing those romantic comedies and young adult novels never tell you about the teenage phenomena of a boy throwing rocks at your window was how downright annoying it could be.

Plink. Plink.

Especially when one had a Calculus test to study for the next day and said boy knew he wasn't supposed to be interrupting in any way, but most specifically not in person and well after visiting hours at her school. She'd gotten an earful from the good sisters the last time one of her schoolmates had tattled on her nighttime visit and they'd chased him from the St. Beatrice campus, and she was not looking forward to repeating the experience any time soon

PLUNK!

Annabeth Chase threw down her pencil in frustration and pushed her chair away from her desk as she got up and moved toward her window. She pulled the blinds up, yanked the window open, and popped out the screen, a gust of cool March air sending goosebumps up her arm. She leaned out the window and glanced around, instantly finding the shadowy figure of her boyfriend on the lawn three stories below.

"What," she hissed, knowing her voice would carry to the ground, "do you think you're doing, Percy Jackson?"

Percy — whose arm, she noticed, had been poised to throw yet another rock — stepped into the square of light her window cast on the ground so she could see him properly. He was wearing jeans and a puffy black coat,the lumpy blue hat she'd knitted him for Christmas last year covering his messy dark hair; his cheeks were flushed red from the cold, but he was smiling and waving at her.

"Trying to get your attention, of course," he said. "And I got it, didn't I?"

Annabeth rolled her eyes, because that was such a typical Percy response, and leaned her hip on the window ledge. "You could have IM'd me or used a phone like a normal person instead of trying to break my window, Seaweed Brain. I do have studying to do."

"Exactly. So you would have ignored me and I would have had to come over here anyway. I decided to skip all that and get right to business," he replied. He stuck a hand in his jacket and flashed a piece of paper at her. "Besides, I have something I want to show you."

In spite of her annoyance, Annabeth was intrigued. She didn't think Percy would have come all this way if he didn't have anything but good news to share and although they had been dating for little over three years, pleasant surprises from him were a fairly rare occurrence.

"I suppose I can take a break for a few minutes," she said. "But I'm not coming down. You're going to have to find your own way up."

Percy frowned at her, confused, and Annabeth nodded her head at the drainpipe that ran down the wall beside her window. His eyes widened and he said, "Oh come on, Annabeth. You're kidding!"

"You've already committed yourself to a romantic cliche — might as well go all the way with it," she replied airily. "And don't give me that look. I've climbed down it loads of times. It's your turn to do it."