Tight (PJ Fanfic) *COMPLETE*

ANNABETH (6 months after the proposal!)

Hi y'all!

Just do you know, I'm planning on having another two or three parts before its over!!! (Not including this one).

:)

-E

I smiled to myself. My life had actually maintained some form of order as a demigod. Percy and I had moved into an actual house two months ago, a bit off from the city, but closer to camp. 

I bit my lip and contemplated waking Percy up. It was the first time since we moved in together that I had woken up before him on Christmas morning. Mind you, I did have to set about four timers, but Percy didn't need to know that.

I decided on the old, but effective, tickling way. 

Annabeth swore the gods on Olympus heard his shrieks. 

"ANNABETH- HAAHAHHHA- STO- HAHAHA-"

I laughed as well and fell backwards onto our bed. "Gotcha!" I cried, pointing at him and laughing.

Percy pouted, "Meanie."

I snickered, "Merry Christmas!" I cried grinning.

Percy's face softened, "Merry Christmas indeed."

I climbed out of bed, still in my pyjamas, "Come on," I said, "Race you downstairs!"

At the moment I said race Percy shot out of bed. I ran out if our bedroom and down the stairs, but just as I was about to place my foot on the ground floor, Percy grabbed my from behind, "I don't think so!" He cried. 
He picked me up and put me down about six stairs up, then jumped off the stairs from the railing.

"Haha!" He cried, posing on our sofa like he was some kind of wrestler, "I am, VICTORIOUS!!!"

I laughed and ran down the last few stairs. "Come on. Present time."

Percy sat by the foot of our Christmas tree like an eager child, which he was, mostly.

I picked up my present for Percy, a designer watch that he had been looking at for almost all year, and that I had been saving up for him for longer. 

Percy cried out in surprise when he lifted the box, "You're kidding me Annabeth!" He cried.

I shook my head. "Happy Christmas!"

Percy tried it on, it fit just right. 
"Thank you Wise Girl." He said, giving me a kiss. 

Percy picked up a box about the size of my head. "Here you go."

I delicately pulled the lip off, and gasped. There was photo frame, with a large circle section in the centre to put a photo, and twelve smaller photo sections around it. Each of the smaller circles had a picture of us from up until we met when we were twelve, to this year, but the centre one was empty.