Hey, y'all! I'm back again for a Percy/Audrey fic! YAY! Random fact: I want muffins! (like the blueberry kind with cream-cheese icing... Mmmmm) So this is how they met!

DICLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THESE CHARECTERS, J.K. ROWLING DOES!

This story thing with be about four chapters, the titles being "When I Met You and Your Spontaneity ", "Meet The Family", "Interruptions", and "Wedding Day" (not necessarily in that order). They will be in chronological order, so the order they happened in the timeline currently situated in my head will be the order they are posted here.

When I Met You and Your Spontaneity

Here he was again: Percy, the uptight redhead, a regular customer. He always came here (every day) at exactly one forty five and drank coffee (always coffee) and (sometimes, if I'm really lucky) I manage to convince him to eat something. I remember our first meeting.

He sat down at a table near the back, and I was struck by how handsome he looked. Well, not handsome exactly. I couldn't describe it. He had horn-rimmed glasses and red hair and wore dress clothes and ... Was handsome. In my rush to wait on him before anyone else did, I tripped over something and stumbled for a few feet before catching myself, finding my balance. We exchanged greetings and introduced ourselves, and he didn't even comment on my clumsiness. He ordered coffee, having never tried it before, something I thought was a bit odd at the time. He didn't order anything else. When I got him his coffee, I was in such a hurry that I spilled it all over him and myself. From then on we've been pretty close for a waitress and a customer.

He sat down at his normal table by the window, the pouring rain contrasting sharply with his now brightening expression.

I approached him. "Coffee?" I asked, as usual.

"Please." he said, polite as always.

"Two creams, one sugar?" I asked, winking.

"You know me so well." he replied, eyes twinkling.

"How was your day?" I inquired.

"Tiring." he replied, sighing heavily and eyes drooping.

"How so? What happened?"

"Nothing besides the normal really, just a lot of things coming up and loads to do."

I murmured in agreement.

"Audrey, stop flirting and get to your other customers!" Dee, a fellow waitress, said, grabbing my arm and dragging me away. "Bye." I mouthed to Percy over my shoulder.

After collecting the orders of more customers, I returned to Percy's table. It was exactly two thirty. He should be leaving about now. And... There he goes... Up and away until next time.

I deposited the orders and caught up to him outside of the little café."You wanna do something crazy?" I asked.

"Like what?"

"Come on. I'll show you."

I grabbed his hands and pulled him out from under the awning where he was being protected from the rain.

"Let's dance." I whispered.

"What? Now? Are you mad?" he asked, looking around in an unintentionally comical manner.

"Yes, of course. But life's more exciting this way."

"But..."

"Come on, Percy! You're already soaked. Why not have some fun?"

And so we danced.

The rain splattered our backs and faces as we waltzed and drenched us as we swung around lampposts. Soon, we were singing and laughing and in a rush of emotion, everything was swirling and spiraling and then, as suddenly as it had started, it slowed. The rain slowed to a soft pitter-patter against the street while we were horribly conscious of our actions and our faces turned, he cupped my cheek as our lips moved closer and closer. We kissed, our noses bumping before we got the hang of it. We pulled back, adjusted, and kissed again. This time, we did it perfectly. It was short, sweet, and completely right. But apparently, it was wrong.

"...Because I don't know you and this is wrong." Percy ranted, "This is completely wrong. It's crazy. It's incomprehensible. It's spontaneous. It's..."

I kissed him again, interrupting that horrid flow of words.

"It's not wrong, Percy. Yes, it's spontaneous, but that's what makes it so right."

He looked down at me and grinned, his hair plastered to his head from the rain and his glasses askew. "You're right." he said, leaning in to kiss me again.

"I know." I said in between kisses.

He pulled away and I frowned. "What?" I asked.

"Nothing." he mumbled, "I've just never done anything this... extemporaneous."

"What's that mean?" I asked, kissing him softly.

"Impulsive." he murmured against my lips, moving in to kiss me again. We exchanged short, sweet kisses for a while before I interrupted.

"Don't you have to work?" I asked.

He paused, a slow smile spreading across his face. "No..." he said, gazing lazily at me.

I smiled, giving him a quick peck on the lips, "And why is that?"

"Kingsley gave me a day off. Said I'd been working too hard. But I haven't been! I–"

"You know, to most people, a day off would be a good thing. And you havebeen working your ass off. I see those dark circles under your eyes."

He sighed. "Maybe your right."

"Yes. I am. Do you want to visit my art studio?" I asked.

"You have an art studio?"

"Yeah. And I don't normally let people in when it's not open, but for you I'll make an exception." I said, winking.

His face stretched into another wide grin. "Sure." he said offhandedly. I knew though, that he had just experienced the best moment in his life. After all, it was his first time being spontaneous. It is very exciting the first time, but he needs some practice.

Wait, did I just say "first time"? Does that mean we'll be doing this again?

Yes, it certainly does.

Am talking to myself again?

Yes, I certainly am.

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