Percabeth One Shots

The Date?

I was screaming. Well, not verbally but internally I was, at the top of my lungs. Percy Jackson had just asked me out on a date! Not technically a date as it wasn't official but it was just going to be the two of us walking around New York, that was pretty date-like if you ask me.

"Annabeth? Hello?" A voice faintly called.

I snapped back into reality, "What?" I remembered what he said, "Oh, oh yeah! Of course, I'd love to!" I recovered myself.

 "Great, so uh... I'll meet you at your cabin at like 6:30-ish?" Percy muttered awkwardly. 

"Yeah, yeah sounds great."

"So, bye I guess?" 

I rolled my eyes, "Bye Seaweed Brain." 

I turned away from him towards my cabin and tried to conceal a smile, pressing my mouth into a line but the corners still turning up. Gods, that boy was so dumb, how do I even like him? How do I even love him? I mean guess he's funny, sarcastic, an amazing swordsman, and not to mention how drop-dead gorgeous he is. The way his black hair looks like he just rolled out of bed, but in a good way, his jaw line's sharp and his face thin yet strong, his deep tan, his upturned nose and a few freckles here and there, he's always faintly blushing, his slightly chapped lips that were surprisingly soft when I kissed him. And, oh gods, his eyes. Those things could encase me for hours, days even. They were a dark green around the outside but had a blue ring around his pupil, the specks of dark blue randomly yet perfectly dotted in them. I will, never ever see eyes like those again.

Oh my gods, I need to stop. Sure I like him, maybe even love him but honestly, love scares me. I know, I know, you Annabeth Chase? The one who ran away when she was seven, survived, the best battle strategist at camp, one of the most skilled fighters, the one who held the weight of the sky for twenty hours straight, is scared of love? But, love is powerful, I mean it's got it's own goddess! But love has scared me ever since I was twelve years old when Luke had betrayed me and tried to kill Percy and started helping Kronos rise. Love can build you, but break you just the same, with the same person. It's driven people crazy, made people die, Hades, love makes me cry in my sleep almost every night. I hate love, but I also want it.

I almost run right into my half brother, Malcom, but catch myself.

"Woah, what's on your mind?" He asks.

"Nothing." I retort back.

He scoffs, "Yeah right, somethings always on your mind." 

"Well, to many things are going on in my head to pick one out-"

"Percy."

'What?" I ask and restrict a blush.

"You're thinking about Percy, aren't you?" Malcom asks, not grinning like he's teasing me, just generally concerned.

"I guess he's one of the things zooming around in my head." Or the biggest thing zooming around. I thought silently to myself.

He sits down on his bunk and pats the spot next to him, "Sit." I oblige and he sighs, "so, what is going on between you two?" 

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" He puts air quotation marks up as he says it, "I mean romance, dating, love, compassion, desire-"