Annabeth groaned as she placed the towel full of cold ice on her already swelling cheeks. It was day two of her misery after getting her wisdom teeth removed. And so far, it majorly sucked. A sigh left her lips when her fingertips grazed the glossy cover of her favorite architecture magazine. Maybe some buildings of New York could take her mind off of the throbbing. Just as she picked up the magazine, an unevenly breathing Percy busted through her bedroom door.

"Annabeth! You're alive!" Percy cried while dropping his backpack on the ground and rushing to her bedside. She was able to produce a petite smile and a breathy laugh without causing too much pain.

"Of course I'm alive, Percy," She stated and took his hand, "I only got my wisdom teeth out."

"Oh," Percy nodded, "So that's why you look like a chipmunk." Annabeth attempted to scoff and quickly but gently covered her cheeks to the best of her ability with only one hand.

"Well, thanks!" She rolled her eyes. Percy grinned his stupid grin and leaned in towards Annabeth.

"You didn't let me finish," Annabeth's eyes looked at Percy, just out of sheer curiosity in what was going to come out of his mouth next, "I was going to say that you look like a cute chipmunk." Percy lessened his grin to a soft smile and brushed his nose against Annabeth's, making her smile a little more too. But, her smile disappeared just as quickly as it came, truly in Annabeth fashion.

"You're just lucky that I love you," She grumbled and sank down into her pile of pillows, "Or I would have had your head." Percy kissed the back of her hand, chuckling.

"Not even a great amount of pain or anesthesia could keep you away from beating someone up, huh?" Annabeth smirked and winced out of pain but nodded.

"You are insulting the wrong demigod," She countered and Percy sighed.

"Yes, well, my brain of seaweed does get me into trouble sometimes," Annabeth started to smile—she was finally glad that he finally admitted it—but it went away after a gush of pain flooded into her cheeks. Percy frowned.

"This only lasts for a week, right?" Annabeth shrugged and sighed.

"I wish it was gone right now," Percy's head tilted, clearly a thought coming into his head, which was a rare occurrence.

"I think I know something that will take the pain away." Annabeth raised an eyebrow.

"Well, it can't be a kiss, cause' you'll absolutely kill me," Percy shook his head and interrupted her.

"No, no, it's not a kiss," He paused and smiled teasingly at her, "Even though that's utterly heart-breaking news, anyway, I can bring you ice cream every day after school. You would like that, right?" Annabeth nodded.

"That sounds great, actually," She said. Percy smiled and nodded.

"All right," He agreed and glanced at his watch. He ran a hand through his hair and got up.

"I'm so sorry, but I have to go." Percy leaned in to give her a kiss, but Annabeth moved away. That would be the only time she would move away from a potential kiss with Percy. He pursed his lips.

"Right, sorry." He kissed her forehead and walked over to his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder. He rested his hand on the doorknob and looked at her over his shoulder.

"So, I'll see you tomorrow then, Seaweed Brain?" She asked.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, Wisegirl," Percy grinned and waved. "See ya' later." Annabeth reluctantly waved back.

"Goodbye," She whispered. Her hand fell against her bed when the door closed and her hand found the magazine again. She opened it and flipped to a page. She sighed, already missing Percy. Hopefully learning about the structure of the Empire State Building again could hold her until she could see those green eyes once more tomorrow.