Percabeth One Shots

Mortal Proposal

First off, thanks for 200 reads! Also sorry it's been like a week since I've posted. I have a life outside of Wattpad.

In other news, this is a mortal Percabeth engagement made for my Midwest story, so go check that out if you haven't already. This is also written in the style of my Midwest story, as in dates and times. This is the longest chapter/one shot I have ever written. Enjoy!

Annabeth POV (June 12)(her birthday)

Something was wrong. Percy had been avoiding me all day, which is weird because usually he just stuck my side all day everyday and I stuck with him, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Another weird thing it was my eighteenth birthday and nobody said anything? I was very confused, to say the least.

I checked my phone to see if he had texted me about our beach date, but nothing. A couple hours ago he had told me to wear something nice and meet him there at seven, but that was about it.

It's safe to say that I'm suspicious. And the fact that Percy hadn't sent me a happy birthday message is really, not disappointing, but odd. Ever since we met at twelve years old, we had always woken up to a birthday message from the other, over the home phone or our cell phones.

So that's what had been plaguing my thoughts for the whole day. I stood in front of my closet, trying to figure out what to wear. I thought about calling one of my friends to ask what they thought, but I decided against it.

I pulled out a couple dresses. One was light blue with a classic sweetheart neckline with a skirt that flared at the natural waist and came to about my knees. I know that I have a gold belt and shoes that look fantastic with the dress, but I'm still not sure. I gather the accessories, a thin gold belt, black flats, gold hoop earrings, and lay them on my bed next to the dress.

The second dress I pulled out was red. A dark burgendey red, actually. This one had a V-shaped neckline and went down to just below my knees. The back was almost fully open on the bodice,  only a couple criss crossed straps the hold up the front and skirt. I set the earrings, belt and shoes in between the two dresses.

I pulled my favorite dress out of my closet. It was a simple mint green dress with a square neckline. It had spaghetti straps and a short frill over the bust, but the skirt didn't flare out, it flowed down from the waistline and ended beer my knees. Unlike the other dresses, it had a loop of elastic at the waistline, which was great at giving the dress more shape.

I looked over my three options again. Then I decided that I would have to wear something over them. Luckily, I have a grey cardigan that went with everything. I set that on my bed with the dresses. That's when I realized I need a second opinion. Or two. Or three.

I went downstairs, skipping steps, (A/N a power move) and went into the kitchen where my stepmother, Helen, was making supper.

"Hey, Helen? Could you help me with something?" I asked.

Helen scooped some white powder out of its container and waited a couple seconds before answering. "Yes, of course, give me a minute and I'll be right up," she finished measuring a cup of the white powder, dumped it into a bowl, and went over the the sink to wash her hands. "Lead the way,"
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"Okay, so here are my options," I said, gesturing to the outfits on my bed.

Helen looked at them carefully. "What's the occasion?"

"Beach date," I told her.

She touched the fabric of the red dress. "I think this one would look lovely with this belt," she pointed at my gold belt. "And, hm, where's you jewelry box?" She asked, looking at me. I took it off the top of my dresser. It was a simple wooden box, with intricate carving on the top and sides. It was a gift from Percy on my fifteenth birthday a couple years ago. I loved it. I handed it to Helen.