So, I'm not just starting a new series. This is a collection of ten Percabeth drabbles, all pre-written and done. For once. Yay.
Please excuse me if some things are wrong, especially in the last chapter (when you get there, feel free to inform me if I did something wrong. I've never attended an American wedding before). Please enjoy and review!
-WGG
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When she laughed, he laughed.
"Percy!" Annabeth yelled from outside his door.
"Er…" He sleepily grabbed his alarm clock, poking one eye awake as he looked at the time. The minute he saw the numbers, he jumped up, eyes wide open. Was it really already twelve?
He had been supposed to take Annabeth out! Percy strode up to his mirror and took in his appearance. He grunted. His hair was all over the place (Though that wasn't exactly a new addition), his eyes were sleepy, his Minotaur pajamas were crumples, his armpits smelled like Tartarus - he couldn't go out like this!
"Seaweed Brain! You ready?" Annabeth's voice called out again. Doing a once-over again, Percy didn't know what to do. Either he could get ready really fast and hope that the bowling alley wouldn't mind that he was late, or he could face Annabeth. Neither choice seemed specifically better than the other.
"Percy! Oh my Gods of Olympus! I'll break down this door right now, you know I will!"
Threats from an angry daughter of wisdom should probably be taken seriously… nobody wanted to be on the receiving end of her knife. Percy edged towards the door, about to open it when…
Bam!
His door suddenly flew open, hitting him right in the face. He stumbled backwards, holding his nose.
"Percy! Are you okay?" Annabeth was suddenly running towards him, her hand on her knife. He just sat there, dazed, looking at his girlfriend. That color of green looked particularly good on her…
Blood started running off his face and onto the carpet. Annabeth crouched to the ground near him and took his hands off his face, trying to assess the damage.
"Your nose is broken, but nothing ambrosia shouldn't fix," she murmured, more to herself than him. She reached into the purse she was carrying, throwing everything around Percy's room. He groaned as her hairbrush hit his nose again. Annabeth heard the sound and left her bag alone, coming back to him to remove the hairbrush.
"Sorry."
Percy just looked pointedly at her, and then the bag. He couldn't talk due to the blood pooling around his mouth. Annabeth clamped a hand over her mouth and ran back to the purse, finally finding the ambrosia. She stuffed it into his face.
After coughing and choking for a few minutes, Percy could feel his nose fixing itself. After some time, he sat up and wiped the blood off his face.
"Hey Wise Girl," he said in his morning voice.
Annabeth glared at him, and then around his messy sheets and pajamas. She sighed. "Were you even awake?"
His open mouthed expression gave him away. "I'm sorry?" he asked.
"It's okay," Annabeth sighed again. "With the whole Achilles Heel and everything, you need to sleep more. It's fine, I understand."
Percy looked down at himself. He couldn't believe that he had blown it. "Annabeth I-"
"Are those Minotaur pajamas?" she interrupted, a smile on her face.
"Er, yeah?"
And then she laughed. And he laughed too.