Annabeth is Sick
"PERCY!"
"Yes?"
"I need tissue my nose is running."
"Then you should go catch it," Percy comes in the room, tissue in hand, chuckling at his own joke. "You know very well I can't catch anything at the moment besides a bigger cold." Annabeth replied, glaring playfully at him.
As Annabeth blew her nose and snuggled deeper into the bed Percy stares at her, wondering how he could have gotten so lucky.
"Why are you looking at me like that? I know I'm sick, but you don't have to stare at me." Annabeth states feeling self-conscious, which is only a feeling she gets around Percy. Percy chuckles.
"Well I think you look beautiful," he says kissing her forehead. Percy smirks as Annabeth's face turns what he thinks is a lovely shade of scarlette. "You say things like that just to see me blush.."
Percy smiles down at his girlfriend, "Yep!"