A/N: Calvin and Hobbes...what would I do without you?
I was originally planning for this to be part of "The Gods Must Be Crazy", but i felt like this needed to stand alone. Thanks to any future reviewers!
Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or Calvin and Hobbes
Percy gave Annabeth's hand a little squeeze as they strolled through Central Park, which brought a smile to her face. Percy always knew the right thing to do at the right time. The gesture, determined not to go unnoticed, was returned.
"Central Park is so beautiful!" Annabeth gushed as they continued down the asphalt sidewalk on the bright, crisp, fall morning. "I mean- the trees are like nature's very own fireworks display!" She turned to Percy. "Isn't it beautiful?"
His gaze never deviating from the goddess in front of him, he nodded. "Yup."
She blushed and would refuse to look at him for a while as they continued their walk, and that's when Percy decided to spill his mind.
"Life's jacked up."
Annabeth looked at him curiously. "What?"
"You heard me."
They walked in silence for a while, Percy looking at the sights surrounding him and Annabeth pondering what he'd just said.
This was a part of Percy she'd rarely seen, but she supposed that some time in a relaxing environment was good for him. After dealing with the stress and hardships of two wars deciding the fate of the world, the kind of thing they were doing at the moment brought out his small, but redeeming, contemplative side.
She turned to him. "What exactly do you mean?"
He shrugged. "Well, think about it. People are jerks. If you can just get people to leave you alone so that you can be yourself, I'd say you're doing something right."
She nodded slowly. "I suppose so...relatively speaking, I mean. That probably can't be too good for spiritual health."
He shook his head. "Nope. That's just how it is. And, plus, if you can find someone who you can stand being around, then you're lucky."
She smiled and looked ahead, saying nothing.
He continued. "And if that person can also stand you- man, then you've got it made."
Percy grabbed her hand and led her to one of the many lawns off of the walkways of the park. They sat against the trunk of an old, tall, wise tree, legs stretched straight out. He grabbed two apples out of his pocket and handed one to her, and they munched in silence for a while.
Annabeth swallowed her sixth bite. "What if you find someone you can eat apples next to on a bright fall morning?"
Percy tossed his core in a nearby trash can and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close to him and planting a kiss on her forehead. "Well," he said with a grin, "there's no point in being greedy, now, is there?"
They didn't kiss for hours. Nor did they proclaim their love for each other, or do any other cliche, chick flick thing.
They didn't need to.
We are all a little weird, and life's a little weird, and when we find someone who's weirdness is compatible with ours, we fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.
-Dr. Seuss