Caught in the Moment
Whether they try to or not, Percy and Annabeth can't help but get caught in the moment. Series of Percabeth Oneshots. Actually, they don't get caught in the moment often; it was just a cool title. Please R&R.
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Chapter 1-Hershy Kisses
Summary-She unwrapped the gift and saw 3 Hershey Kisses. You've got to be kidding… he dare try to apologize with chocolate?
Yeah… they could be slightly OOC…. Sorry 'bout that…
Percy's POV
A bit of advice. Don't jump on the couch with a bowl of popcorn in your hands. Popcorn flies everywhere. At first it's funny; I, personally, found it hysterical. I was actually laughing so hard I tumbled off the couch, onto the mess of popcorn. But as my mom walked in I had gotten to the point where I could sit up and control my laughter and smiles. Long story short, my mom saw the popcorn in my hair, soon realized it was all over the floor, too, and didn't find it as funny as I did. She went insane and made me clean it up. So essentially, it was a chore. And a week after Camp ended for the summer, and a week before school started back up again I didn't feel like going hands and knees on the ground picking popcorn up. But, sadly, that's what I ended up doing on a perfectly good Saturday night.
As I finished picking most of the popcorn up Annabeth Iris Messaged me.
Annabeth Chase of Manhattan would like to message you. Do you accept?
I replied with an, "I accept," and I plopped down on the couch. Annabeth's being appeared in front of me. She stood in, what appeared to be, an alley. Her hair was down, but was frizzed, like she'd been running her hands through it like she does often when she's stressed or upset. Her mascara ran down her face and was smeared everywhere on her cheeks and under her eyes, as if she were trying to wipe it off. She was wearing a dress and…
Wait, wait, wait. Annabeth was wearing a dress?
"What's the dress for?" I asked, smirking, popping a piece of popcorn in my mouth casually. It's not every day I get to see my hot girlfriend in a sexy dress. I looked closer at her dress; short black dress that she wore with her golden owl necklace and matching owl earrings. The heels she wore would've given her some height compared to myself, but she still would've been a few inches shorter.
"Where are you?" she shrieked, like I'd done something. Did I do something?
"On my couch…" I answered slowly. I am so confused. Am I supposed to be somewhere?
Annabeth ran her hands through her hair in frustration. Am I being clueless? "And do you know what today is, Percy?"
"The 19th of August…" I peeked at the calendar quickly to check. I looked at the latest date that wasn't crossed of with a big sloppy X. A nineteen was in the corner of the calendar box and according to the calendar it was National Aviation Day. I brought my attention back to Annabeth and added hopefully, "And it's National Aviation Day." She sighed, apparently not as amused as I was. Am I supposed to realize something?
She continued to speak. "And what was yesterday?" She wiped furiously at her eyes, trying to get rid the mascara hopelessly staining her face.
"The 18th of August. Uh, it was my birthday." I got another sneak peek at the calendar and added, "National Bad Poetry Day."
"Our one year anniversary!" If looks could kill I would've been dead a while ago. But Annabeth's stern look crumbled. She started sobbing silently into her hands and choked out, "I can't believe you forgot, Percy! We've had this planned for months!"
Gods, I hate seeing her like this. My look softened and I wished I could just hug her and tell her it would be okay. But that wouldn't work because she was crying because of me. Because I screwed up. And because she wasn't actually here, she was in what seemed to be an alley somewhere in Manhattan. I sighed. "Annabeth… I…"
"Forget it." She waved her hand through the Iris Message. I ran my hands through my hair furiously and sighed.
What have I done?
Annabeth's POV
"Annabeth, I've got a gift for you," Percy stated in a sing-song voice as he waltzed right into my school dorm room like nothing happened the night before.
I brought my attention back to Deludes' laptop, completely ignoring him. "I'm not talking you, Percy. Go away."
"You just talked to me." He is not getting himself out of this with his idea of humor.
"Just go away."
"I can't leave before you open my present!" he insisted, throwing me one of his lopsided smiles that made my heart flip. I didn't want to give up that easily, but the curiosity of the contents of the gift was killing me. Percy sure knew how to get my attention to something, whether it be him or something else.
"Give it," I ordered, putting my hand out. He stepped closer and set a box wrapped in silver wrapping paper with a sea green bow on top. I looked at him suspiciously, knowing from experience that Percy can't wrap like this. Percy's idea of a wrapped gift is wrapping paper crumbled and taped onto the gift messily. He likes to call his wrapping "easy to open" while I call it pure laziness. But, no, this gift was wrapped flawlessly.
"My mom helped," Percy explained, rubbing the back of his neck then flipping his hair out of his face. His jet black hair fell back in his face, which distracted him momentarily. He flipped it back out of his face and when the lock of hair fell back in front of his green eyes he cursed in Ancient Greek but gave up, bringing his attention back to me.
I opened the gift, sliding the silver wrapping paper off with care, and then opening the box, where I saw 3 Hershey Kisses. My eyes grew wide with fury. He dare try to apologize with chocolate. I was about to throw the box at the wall and tell him to march his world-saving butt out of my dorm but he spoke first.
"Open it, trust me." The words hit me like a ton of bricks. I did trust him. Even when I was mad at him or he was mad at me, I trusted him with my life.
I went to open the third Kiss, picking it up and starting to unwrap it. Percy looked at me urgently, eyes growing wide. "No, no, no, Annabeth; open them in order." I raised an eyebrow, but obeyed, putting the Kiss I picked up back in the row, and then picking up the first gingerly. I peeled the wrapper off carefully, giving Percy a skeptical look. I looked down to see what the slip of paper said, a habit of mine. Usually they said a repeating Kiss© Kiss©. And occasionally, during a holiday they'd say something like, Happy Holidays or Be My Valentine. But this one said something intriguing. I'm sorry, Wise Girl.
I looked up at Percy slowly. He cautiously moved and sat next to me on the bed, seeing if I'd resist. I didn't and just popped the Kiss in my mouth silently, laying the slip of paper down with care where the Kiss I just ate previously lay. I smiled to myself. It's a mint thin Hershey Kiss. My favorite.
I went for the second with less curiosity and more anticipation. I unwrapped the Kiss and read the slip of paper. Forgive me, please.
I smirked and popped the Kiss in my mouth. I crumpled the foil wrapping and threw it next to the other on the corner of the bed. Then I set the paper next to the other slip of paper then followed the routine and opened the last Kiss. I expected to read something pathetic like I'll make it up to you or even one of his cheesy 'jokes' like How can you stay mad at THIS? But no, the slip of paper said three little words.
I love you.
My eyes grew wide. We haven't gotten that far in our relationship. We were both to stubborn to say it first. We assumed the other felt the same way, I guess, but we never had the guts to say it to the others' face. Or, in this case, write it. I turned to look at Percy and he had an uneasy smile on his lips. He either really wanted me to answer or was about to puke. Possibly both.
I looked away from him, resisting the urge to blush. I mumbled, "I love you too, Seaweed Brain," just loud enough for him to hear.
He scooted behind me, to where I was sitting in between his legs. I allowed his arms to wrap around my waist. I also allowed his lips linger dangerously close to my ear as he whispered, "Am I forgiven?"
I popped the first Hershey kiss in my mouth, trying to ignore the fact that he was extremely close. The fact that he was so close made me blush, though I tried to hide it. "You're just lucky the mint ones are my favorite."
Just a pointless little oneshot I wrote in my little amount of spare time. I've got plenty of pointless Percabeth oneshots up my sleeve, so if you like this one there's more to come.
It's kinda short, but I'm satisfied with my work. If you'd like me to write a oneshot for you just tell me the main plot line and I'll write it. AS LONG AS IT'S RATED T. I am only 12 after all.
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Love Always,
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