(Fact: Percy and Annabeth have fallen head over heals for each other)
(Fact: They're not together)
(Fact: It's very obvious)
(Fact: Everyone knows but them)
Annabeth had a pretty boring day until her best friend, Percy Jackson, had asked her to come to his house after school. She agreed, of course and now she was stood outside the door of his and his mum's apartment, her hand hovering, about to knock. Then the door swung upon it's hinges and she was greeted by the joyous sound of Sally's laughter ringing through the building, she could hear Percy, too, laughing along with his mum. It was tempting to walk in, to look for what had made them laugh so much but she stays stationary, awkwardly standing, feeling a little exposed and self-conscious in her tight jeans and shirt.
A year ago, Sally Jackson had her baby, Percy's half-sister, Estelle. Paul was supposedly at work so it left her best friend, his mum and his sister. This would be even awkwarder than being stood outside an open door, just staring in. It was then that the laughter abruptly stopped and Annabeth presumed that they thought someone had broke into the apartment, leaving the door open in their wake.
"Hello?" The curly haired blond called, making Percy move to the doorway to greet her. "Am I interrupting Mother-Son bonding?"
"Nope, we were just waiting for you-" He cuts himself off. "Come in,"
She walks in, seeing Sally, gathering her things up to go to work. Annabeth knew what this meant: she and Percy were baby sitting.
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The whole job was pretty easy, considering Estelle was asleep the whole time so the duo watched TV, subconsciously moving so that Annabeth was basically on top of Percy while he wrapped around her waist protectively, as if dreading the time he would have to let go. They were both awake but the blond held her eyes closed, relaxing as Percy's fingers ran through her hair in a way that soothed her in ways she can't describe. Both of her small hands her pressed against Percy's chest, their legs were intertwined and Annabeth had the feeling to ask to borrow some clothes of his so she didn't have to cuddle with her crush in the tightest jeans she owned. She could hear his heartbeat, drumming along to it's beats with her fingers. When the fingers left her hair, she lifted herself up to look at his, as if asking why he stopped. Instead of words, she's met with the goofy. endearing smile, that she had only seen in moments like this. She studies his eyes for the millionth time, feeling drawn to the sea green eyes that you could see he inherited from his dad. They bore into her stormy grey eyes, trying to convey a message she understood immediately.
He had then leaned in, pressing his lips to hers.
(Fact: She kissed back)
