Annabeth's POV
I woke up with a start. I shot up from the bean bag. When I looked around and saw I was at the hangout spot, I relaxed and layed back down. I turned to Percy, who was still asleep (and shirtless). I examined his shoulder, and it was mostly clean with the exception of a couple of blood splotches. Wrap and bandages covered the actual wound, thank the gods. I felt my stomach rumble. I got up and walked to the counter, where Jason and Frank left us some food. I grabbed some cherry Poptarts and sat down by the TV. I turned it on, and was on the news channel.
"A woman and four other men were found inside a Long Island house last night, all unconscious with multiple bruises and cuts on them. Police still don't know what happened, but there is no current suspects-" I stopped listening and ran over to Percy. I gently shook him, but he didn't move.
"Percy." I said trying to wake him, but he still didn't wake up. I rolled my eyes. I could only think of one thing that would for sure wake him up. I climbed over him, and kissed him. I saw his eyelids fly open and his pupils expand. He wrapped his right arm around my waist and pulled me closer. I quickly pulled away, remembering the news story.
"Ah, come on." He pouted. I rolled my eyes and pointed at the TV.
"They found Helen and her minions unconscious with 'multiple bruises and cuts'." I air-quoted.
"What? How?" Percy sat up. I gave him an are you serious? look.
"I don't know, maybe the wide open front door, or the trail of fucking blood that was on the sidewalk." I said sarcastically.
"Heh. Oh yeah. My bad." He gave me a smile that said please don't kill me. I decided to let the subject go.
"You're such a Seaweed Brain. How's your shoulder?" I asked. He glanced at his shoulder, like it was going to give him an answer.
"Sore. Very sore and painful." He nodded. I wasn't sure if he had a concussion or not by the way he was speaking.
"Can you move it at all?"
"Not really, I'm probably gonna need a sling for the next couple of weeks." He decided. I sighed and sat next to him. I ran my hands through his messy black hair.
"I don't know what I would do without you." I looked him in the eye. He smiled, and his left dimple showed.
"Same. Why do you think I got shot?" Percy joked. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Because you love me." I said in a childish whisper. He put his hands on my waist.
"And I love you too." I whispered again. He just smiled and kissed me again. I moved my hands around his shoulder blades, and he ran his fingers beneath my shirt and on my bare back. His touch gave me butterflies. I was about to pull away, when he pulled me closer. I kissed him passionately, and he did the same back. Never would I thought in a million years I would be making out with Percy Jackson. Eventually we stopped, and our foreheads touched.
"How 'bout we ditch...the whole week?" I said. Percy gave a small chuckle.
"That's fine with me."
