A/N: So, this is something new for me! Generally when I write one-shots its been more along the parody line, but this time I'm just writing a scene that I think would be very cute. I literally just wrote this like, two minutes ago, so sorry for any mistakes. Please enjoy!
Percy hated school.
He knew this with the utmost certainty. He would rather be in the woods of Camp Half-Blood, fighting off half a dozen hellhounds and probably a whole other pack of some other kind of nasty beast than be in the classroom. Not only did his ADHD and dyslexia make sitting through class Hades for him, it was just downright boring.
He did, however, like school slightly better when it meant Annabeth was coming over to help him study. This was the case today.
Annabeth was sprawled out on her bed, AP Physics textbook open to page three hundred and ninety-four (read that last bit in a British accent, thank you very much) and notes spread out above the book. Her eyebrows were furrowed over her intelligent gray eyes as she read yet another passage in the book.
Percy… Well, Percy had gotten bored. After all, it had been more than twenty minutes. His brain was starting to hurt. He was beginning to think he should just flop on top of Annabeth's books and notes, but then he'd probably get kicked off the bed for wrinkling the precious papers she had so painstakingly written all over.
As of now, Percy sat in the swivel chair behind Annabeth's desk, which was covered with drawings of buildings she wanted to design and had the original blueprints for Olympus laminated and pinned up on the wall. The chair was one of Mr. Chase's old office chairs, and Percy was pretty sure he knew why Mr. Chase had gotten rid of it. You couldn't spin around without it making a squeaking noise, and for someone as eccentric as Mr. Chase, that was a huge problem.
But Percy didn't mind the squeaking. He sat in the chair, twirling Riptide in his fingers and resisting the urge to say, "WHEEEEEEE!" Somehow, he doubted Annabeth would appreciate that.
"Stop," Annabeth said without taking her eyes of her textbook.
"Stop what?" Percy asked innocently. He put his head back until it rested against the back of the chair and he was looking up at the ceiling.
"Stop making that squeaking noise."
"Make me," Percy answered with smirk.
Annabeth finally looked up at him then, her golden curls falling from behind her shoulders and into her face. Without a word, she stood up from the bed and walked over to him, bare feet padding quietly across the floor.
Percy smiled up at her as she grabbed the back of the chair, gradually slowing his spinning. Annabeth smiled back before kicking the four-footed leg out from under the chair, leaving it (and Percy) to tumble to the ground.
"Not what I meant," Percy groaned from his position on the floor.
Annabeth laughed lightly as she walked back to her bed, calling over one shoulder, "I know."