Author's Note: Hey guys! I'm happy to announce that I'm setting off a mini-drabble series! I already have the thirty five drabbles pre-written and ready, so all I have to do it post them all every day for a week. This is all in honour for Blood of Olympus-most especially for my absolute OTP, Percabeth.

There will be five drabbles per chapter, all centered around one theme. As a game, you can review with the one word that you think all five drabbles are about! :-) The ones who get it correctly will get a mention at the end of the next set. I hope you guys enjoy! :-)

Green-Eyed Graybles

"The rivalry ends now."

1

Percy peeked over the biology book he was currently reading, completely distracted by the picture hidden behind Pullman's illustration of the pollination cycle. His green eyes were bright as he watched the girl in front of him chew on a pencil's eraser, horrified and amused as the bits and pieces disappeared into who knows where.

Although the poor nub was torn to shreds in a matter of minutes, he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

With a small sigh, Percy figured Annabeth was going to ruin her teeth—and he was going to fail biology.

That was her bad habit.

She was his.

2

"What are you looking at?" Annabeth mumbled defensively, completely unnerved by Percy's gaze. She was so sure he was about to give her their usual kiss goodnight after he dropped her off the cabin's porch, but she was left standing there—with her face in his hands and her head tilted upwards—for about two minutes.

"I read somewhere," he grinned, eyes twinkling. "That your pupils dilate when you look at someone you're attracted to."

"Wow, you read," Annabeth scowled. She out of all people would know that. "Yes, yes," she tutted. Her neck began to ache. "Aren't you my boyfriend?" Why was he stating the obvious? "Don't you think I would need to be attracted—"

Eyes were forced to close.

3

He thought she didn't notice.

He thought that she wouldn't notice the way he'd go weak at the knees when she was fresh out of the shower, the fruity scent of her hair silencing his impending argument over morning bathroom ownerships.

He thought that she didn't care about the way he'd lose his fingers in her blonde curls as they kissed, the silky feel adding to the exhilarating sensations that accumulated to form a boner.

He thought that she couldn't see the way he'd wrap a golden strand around his finger right before they'd fall asleep…

Or how his face usually ended up buried in a flurry of blonde curls when they hugged.

She did notice.

Which was why, in one of their many heated disputes, Annabeth threatened to cut her hair with a pair of kitchen shears.

Percy gave in.

4

The first time Percy caught sight of Annabeth's legs, he was pretty sure he needed to be hospitalized. It was no big deal, really—it was just a very hot summer day and she figured she could wear the new CHB accredited shorts being sold in the souvenir shop.

"Hey, Seaweed Brain-" Annabeth waved a hand in front of his face. "What on earth is wrong with you?" He didn't understand how she couldn't notice—and make fun of—the drool sliding down the side of his mouth. The Stolls said it was pretty obvious. "You've been standing there like a dummy for ages." Once he snapped back into attention, her hands automatically landed on her hips. "What in Hades has gotten into you?"

He ducked his head, his cheeks turning into tomatoes. Aside from being able to hide his face from Annabeth, he figured this was a very good position. While his best friend yapped and yapped about his short attention span and blanking out like a doofus, Percy stared at long, tanned and toned legs in secret, admiring the way the muscles clenched at the side of her calves. Percy's eyes widened in horror as he processed his thoughts and inner urgings. No, no, no, he couldn't be thinking about her that way! They were best friends and she was definitely too pretty for him.

An idea sported in his little noggin. He would keep this a secret, he mused. He had his own cabin anyway—maybe he could sport a hidden altar for her legs or something.

"PERCY!" She screamed, shaking in exasperation. He was still distracted, fostering his absurd ideas behind his hair. "Earth to Per-"

"NICE LEGS." He sputtered out, his head bobbing up in a pop. To his complete and absolute humiliation, the campers around him roared in laughter.

So much for secrecy.

5

"I-" Annabeth began, her cheeks pink with frustration. She wagged an accusing finger at her boyfriend, completely infuriated by the disgusting abomination on Percy's face. "Am not going out with that thing on your face!"

"But I like it," he reasoned with a pout. His fingers then reached up and stroked the odd bird shaped hair formation just above his upper lip. "I- I thought you would like it-"

"Well, I don't like it, Percy!" Annabeth's face was flushed, ruining the hours of effort she put into her makeup. So much for being a CoverGirl. "Gods, we're eighteen—not eighty!"

"But it's-" Percy mused, his green eyes sparkling in amusement. She should've figured out by now that infuriating her was one of his ungodly habits.

"You're not the one who has to kiss that hairy ick!" She began to pace back and forth, her hands wringing with nervous energy. "What—oh Gods I can't take you to my mom looking like that-"

"It makes me look manly," he shrugged in nonchalance, but to Percy's horror, Annabeth responded with the four most horrible words in the girlfriend dictionary:

"I'm not kissing you!"

In a matter of seconds, he was in her bathroom, screaming for her razor.