dam it!// pjo one-shots

Cruel Summer

Summary: Annabeth is a bad girl, and Percy is a good boy. They have been close friends, but their feelings had always been more than just friends, but none of them dare to act on those feelings until one eventual day at the bar.

Note! Annabeth and Percy are underage, and it's set in New York and slightly suggestive theme with one or two curse words.

She was stupid. He was stupidly handsome. She couldn't have him, but she wanted to have him. So there she was, drinking away her desires in a nightclub. Annabeth Chase has hit a new low in her life (and there has been plenty), drinking away in a bar because she loved him. Love. Did he love a girl like her? A girl is a minor who breaks into nightclubs and drinks? Maybe. He wasn't her type nor was her type.

Sighing, Annabeth took her fourth shot of Tequila Oasis and clinked the tiny glass cup against the hardwood table. Annabeth got up and walked over to the bar to order another glass. Her head was spinning nevertheless, and as she walked back to her table, she hit another body. Annabeth muttered a quick sorry then turned away.

"Annabeth?"

Annabeth turned around at her name, and her breath hitched as she saw the sight before her. Percy Jackson. In his new transformation, Percy was sporting a red button-down shirt with a leather jacket and black jeans. His hair was still a curly mess, and Annabeth wanted to run her hand through it so badly. This wasn't what Percy usually wore, and this definitely not his type of scene, but Annabeth loved it, every minute of it.

"What are you doing here?" Asked Percy, "Are you drunk?"

"No, I'm not drunk?" Annabeth muttered out, "What are you doing here?"

Percy blushed, ran his finger through his hand, and said, "Um, you weren't answering your phone so-"

Annabeth put a finger to his lips and watched as he quieted down. Annabeth bored into his ocean eyes. She wanted him. The softness in his eyes made Annabeth smile and said, "I like your eyes."

Percy's cheek reddened and nodded before saying, "How drunk are you?"

She was drunk. So drunk that she could spill all her secrets in one sentence.

"I may have- drunk four or-" Annabeth says as she stumbles forward, spilling the tequila oasis all over her.

Percy catches her in his arm and carefully takes the drink out of her hand. Annabeth wrapped her arms around Percy and whispered, "I like this, please don't leave me here."

Percy smiled, grabbing her hand and saying, "Let's get out here."

Annabeth didn't say anything and let Percy take her hand and led away from the crowd. Annabeth loved the feeling of Percy holding her hand but she knew it won't last long, so instead, she decided to live in the present, the pure bliss.

They left the bar and entered the daylight, Annabeth let go of Percy and shielded her eyes from the sun. Percy took a couple of steps ahead and looked at Annabeth with a shy smile. Annabeth soaked the view in front of her of the sun glowing behind Percy, making him look like a God.

"Can we not go home?" Asks Annabeth. "Please?"

Percy sheepishly smiled. "Um..."

"C'mon Percy," Giggled Annabeth as she moved a strand of hair out of Percy's face. "Don't be so uptight-lighted up."

Percy's cheek turned a tint of red, but he shook it off. "You need water..."

"I don't!" Protested Annabeth, but when Percy grabbed her arm, she didn't oppose or fight back.