Hey! Just a little fanfic about Percy and Annabeth. I'm still working on my other fanfics, but I just wanted to finish this one. It's set in three POVS, the Narrator's, Percy's, and Annabeth's. I live in Southern California and have never left the Pacific Time Region, so I'm not exactly New York-aware if you know what I mean. Incase you don't, I mean I don't know where anything is, so if my locations are wrong just PM me.

"Yeah. Yeah, mom. Mom! Don't worry! Yeah I'm picking her up today. Yes you can come. And Paul too."

Percy Jackson was now twenty-one. He and Annabeth Chase, his girlfriend, had been together since they were sixteen. Five years was a very, very long time. They'd volunteered as counselors at Camp Half-Blood, and now that Annabeth and him were both attending NYU, they decided it'd be perfect if they just moved in. Annabeth, who had spent one month in San Francisco with her father's family, was scheduled to fly in today. Percy was just making some final arrangements in his apartment (located, unfortunately, two short blocks away from the Blowfis residents; however, it was the cheapest nicest apartment Percy could find close enough to the University) when his mother had called, asking if her sure-to-be-daughter-in-law had arrived yet.

Percy, most unwillingly, said that Sally could come to the airport, with Paul, to pick up Annabeth. And that would lead, as Percy knew, to a small get together afterwards. He had really just wanted to hang out with the girlfriend he hadn't seen in five months, but it seemed as though that wouldn't happen for at least a week or two.

"Ohh, Percy! I'm so glad that you and Annabeth are getting serious like this! Soon, I'll have grandchildren! Ohh, I just can't wait, Perce!"

"Uhh, Mom--"

"Percy, do you want me to bring anything? Blue chips? Blue salsa? Anything?"

"Mom--"

"Blue Pepsi. Or is it Coke that Annabeth likes?"

"It's Coca-Cola, but Mom--"

"No, don't say anything, I'm bringing it! And blue popcorn. Oh, well isn't Annabeth's favorite color green? I'll run out and buy green dye."

"Mom! We're not going to have kids soon!" Percy yelled before his mother could continue on, and on, and on, and on.

"What?"

"We're sophomores in college! It's not like we're going to run out and...well...."

"Percy," said Sally. "I know you've been wanting to ask. But I'm sorry, I just am getting so excited! You and Annabeth have been in love for so long, she's already like a daughter to me. I forget that you two aren't married."

"Yeah."

"Okay well we'll be over in half an hour. I have to make the chips and Coke and everything."

"Yeah."

"See you!"

"Bye, Mom."

Percy sighed exasperatedly. Kids?! He and Annabeth did it, yeah; I mean, if their parents had no values, they didn't exactly have them either. They'd been in love for a long, long time; Percy had worked up the nerve two summers ago, when he was nineteen, but he had backed out at the last minute. And then last summer, two, he had thought about asking Annabeth, but he just could'nt. Maybe, just maybe, this year he'd be able to ask.

ANNABETH's

I waited patiently in the cafe, where Percy said he'd meet me. It'd been an hour since I got off the plane, and I looked kind of like an idiot just sitting there, iced latte in hand, a whole bunch of suitcases by me. It'd taken three employees to help me bring them to where I was sitting now.

"Seaweed Brain," I mumbled. "Where are you?"

I checked my cell phone again. Three forty-five.

Percy still hadn't gotten a cell, though I had urged him too many times. I think it was because he didn't want to "alert the monsters"--but it's not like they're going to hurt him or something. He's invulnerable. I knew it was because he didn't want to leave behind his days as a young demigod, embrace the fact that there were new heroes at Camp Half-Blood, new prophecies and adventures being completed. He missed the old days. Despite the fact that Grover and him and Nico were still close, and we remained in touch with all our old friends at camp, and he and Clarisse still bickered and teased and argued when we were all Counseling (though this year we were taking a break from Counseling), he couldn't let the fact go that he wouldn't be at camp anymore.

And there he walked in. He was exactly as I had remembered him. (Well, and seen him on Google VideoChat yesterday). His muscles just seen through his shirt. His black messy hair ruffled as always, a cowlick sticking up. His smile was huge, his sea green eyes glowing. Not literally, but I mean, you know, figuratively. He was as handsome as ever, and I stood up.

"Hey," I said. He kissed me on the lips. "I missed you, so much. I can't wait--"

"There she is!" said Paul. "Welcome back to the Big Apple, Annabeth!"

I quickly let myself free from Percy's warm arms. "Hey, Mr. Blowfis! Long time no see," I said, smiling. Then Mrs. Blowfis gave me a huge bearhug that nearly suffocated me.

"Hey...er..M-Mrs. Blowfis," I said. "Um...."

"Mom! Don't kill her!" Percy laughed. My heart swelled. I know that sounds cheesy and all, but Percy's laughter was one of my favorite sounds in the world.

"Sorry, Annabeth! I'm just so...so happy to have you here, moving in with Percy, and—oh!" said Mrs. Blowfis, pulling me into another rib-cracking hug. She let me go a second later, and they took three of my six suitcases.

"We'll be in the car. Percy, you'll be a gentleman and bring the rest of her bags, right?" said Sally.

He shrugged, laughing. "Maybe."

Paul and Sally laughed too, and walked out of the airport cafe.

"So...where were we?" he asked, struggling to hide his grin. He kissed me, and I kissed him back, until I realized we were in a public place.

"Maybe we could take this up at home?" I asked. Though really jetlagged, I was always up for Percy time.

He picked up the other three cases and the smile melted off his face, though the laughter was not gone from his eyes.

"Well...Mom and Paul kind of planned a party for you. Just a get together between me, you, Paul, and Mommy Dearest. Chiron might want to come up—he hasn't seen you in awhile, either."

I nodded. "Yeah. And Thalia too. She's in the New York area, and she might be able to take off time with the Huntresses. Then again, you can never tell with her."

Dang! I had wanted to spend quality alone time with Percy! Logically, I'd be way too tired by the end of the get together to do anything besides sleep or watch TV or sketch out some ideas for Olympus. I had wondered how they were doing—I hadn't visited to check on my progress in about five months, but had seen through Iris-messages.

"Yup. Maybe we could go out to breakfast tomorrow morning. Head over to Frenchy's, catch a flick."

Frenchy's was a "high class", five-star restaurant down the street from Percy's apartment. We'd been there once only to discover that they charged eighty dollars per dish, fifteen for drinks, and twenty for refills. Though Percy and I had pooled our money together because everything seemed so delicious (and it was), we hadn't gone there again. It had everything on the menu, though; including food ordered to the customer's preference. Percy had ordered a blue hamburger, much to the very pretty Italian waitress's amusement.

"Who says flick?" I laughed. He shrugged, and we made our way to the car.