59. In a Pickle

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"Percy!" I walk into the kitchen and find Annabeth sitting on the island, in my shirt, trying to open a jar.

"Whats up?"

"I need a pickle."

"Why?"

"Don't ask questions, just open the jar!"

"I wanna know why."

"You do not want to fuck with me right now."

"Awe come on Wise Girl! What could you possibly want a pickle for? You hate pickles."

"Please just open the jar!"

"Why can't you tell me?"

"You'll get grossed out."

"What could you possibly have to do with a pickle that would be... oh. Why would you use a pickle!? I'm right here!"

"You idiot. Just open the jar."

"If its not that then what is it?" She made her pouty face. "Fine gimme." She slid the jar over. I opened it and she grabbed it from my hands and ran off. "What the hades just happened?" I stalk after her.

When I find her she's sitting in bed, on my side mind you, eating pickle after pickle. I join her on the bed. She looked so defeated. Like I caught her doing something wrong and disgusting.
"I have cravings."
"You could have just said so." I kiss her temple and grab the heating pad.
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I don't even fucking know okay? This started as something else and then I got hung up on the pickles and then it turned into this.

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