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"And you have a spare bedroom, and I... can I move in with you?" Annabeth could hear the pleading in his voice, the genuine need in his tone. She would bet anything that he was making the trademark Seaweed Brain-puppy-eyes over the end at that moment. A bit of dread panged in her stomach, and a small part of her knew that this would likely end poorly. A recipe for disaster. It was not a smart idea, and Annabeth prided herself on her smarts. But Percy needed her, and as his best friend, she had to be there for him.
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or: percabeth roomate/soulmate/college unrequited love au