Percabeth Oneshots

You Aren't Looking

Saturdays are for the boys. This is a known fact, according to those guys. I referred to Saturdays as boyfriends' get-out-of-jail-free cards with their significant other. Saturday is the one day of the week where guys can choose to hang out with their friends over their girlfriend without her getting upset.

But don't take my word for it. Depending on the person, they might get upset or tease you claiming that you love your bros more than her in the romantic sense. Everybody is different, so you can expect different outcomes as a result of you ditching your girl.

I never worry about Saturdays. Why would I when I could curl up with a book all day or just wait for Sunday? Contrary to common belief, some people enjoy their Sundays, especially me and my best friend.

Sundays were for the movies.

"Pass the popcorn, blondie," Percy said from beside me. I scoffed at his manners, or lack thereof, and threw a handful of popcorn at him. One of the kernels, seemingly having a mind of its own, flew right into his eye. "Hey!"

"Next time you're gonna be lazy, at least be nice," I replied causing him to pout at my words despite knowing it only succeeded in effectively pissing me off. Slowly, his eyes drifted over to the popcorn bowl that was sitting on my lap. I knew what was going to happen before he even had the opportunity to process it. "Don't you dare, Seaweed Brain. I will hurt you."

The small smirk grew to the grin of a Cheshire cat. Before I could even flinch, the popcorn bowl was emptied all over my couch. "Percy!"

"Yes, Ms. Chase?" Percy said, admiring his handy work. I found myself tackling my best friend, football style, even though neither of us played it. This is probably why the tackle resulted in the two of us falling off the couch and nearly getting concussions from hitting our heads on the floor.

Percy groaned in pain, touching his head and then checking his hand to make sure there wasn't blood. He then looked at me with an annoyed look.

I replied in the very mature manner of sticking my tongue out at him.

"You suck," Percy said. To anyone else, it would probably seem as if he hated me. I mean, he did. Just in the way that you hate the people you love the most.

"You shallow." He smacked me with one of the throw pillows that had fallen off the couch. "I love you too, Percy."

Without missing a single beat, he flipped me off and got up to go into the kitchen. I proceeded to flip him off too, but without even a glance back at me he said; "Put the finger down, or I'm not getting you your popcorn or your disgusting drink."

"It's not disgusting, you just refuse to like anything that isn't blue," I replied, a small smirk playing on my face knowing I was right. "You're completely biased."

"It's fucking black coffee, Wise Girl. If anything, I'm the only sane person in the house."

"Whatever," I huffed looking away from Percy. Our childish arguments originally began when we were twelve and have yet to seize in immaturity. So when I felt his gaze lingering, I couldn't help but comment on it. "Any day now, idiot, I wanna watch the movie."

"And I wanna see some cream in this coffee, but I guess nobody is getting what they want." Percy retorted, but I heard the sound of his feet finally start working around the kitchen causing a sly smirk to creep up on my face.

After a few minutes of preparation, Percy made his way back over to the living room with drinks and snacks to replace the spilled popcorn. All of the items added up so much to the point where he made his way over slowly to avoid any disaster. Tongue stuck out in concentration.