So, I was in the car with my mom on the way home from school when we saw this girl in shorts and a t-shirt in January. Her boyfriend found her and gave her his sweater, and he was in a t-shirt and I was like AWWWWWWW! Because it was ADORABLE. It's a drabble-type-thing.

That's what this is based on! XD

I don't have a nerdy joke today. Sorry :(

It was cold outside.

Okay, so he was right. Big deal? I wasn't admitting to that any day.

Perseus Jackson is never right over Annabeth Chase. Publicly.

I stared at the blinking red light, a silhouette of a hand, saying that I should not cross the road. Normally, I would have just said, "Screw the laws, this is just a recommendation," and crossed the damn road anyway, the no-o. Cars had to be going thirty miles an hour above the limit, which would mean I couldn't cross the road without being hit by a car and dying instantly.

That wouldn't be very nice to see on my shroud. "Annabeth Chase, hit by a car. She will be loved and remembered."

Nope, definitely didn't want that.

I hugged my sides and shivered. Why on earth was it four degrees? I don't know. But I should have predicted this. I am in New York for the week. No longer in California, and I'm not used San Francisco yet. I'm an idiot.

I decided to go back into the library and wait out, because at this rate, the temperature was dropping, and I didn't need frostbite. No thanks.

I turned, and nearly screamed when I saw Percy behind me, arms crossed over his chest, grinning like an idiot.

"Cold, huh?" he said. Oh, he was mocking me. Damn him. Him and his good looks.

"Sh... Shut up..." I muttered, my teeth chattering.

He seemed to notice that I was freezing, and pulled off his Goode High Sweater, and pulled it over my head before I could react.

Before I could thank him, I saw that he was also wearing a t-shirt, as was I. The linen shirt was obviously something you'd wear to the beach in July.

His cheeks began to go red, but his grin never left his face.

I hugged him and muttered, "Thank you. Now, Seaweed Brain, we should get home. It's cold."

He kissed my forehead, and said, sarcasm almost oozing from his voice, "No, really? I thought it was July! Silly me."

I punched him in the arm and dragged him across the temporarily empty streets of New York to get him to his appartment before he froze to death.

Him and his sarcastic, obtuse personality. Then again, he was Percy Jackson, the kid I've known since I was twelve, so I could deal with him. Maybe.