Prompt: Flirting
Day One
A/N: Welcome to a 12 days of (prewritten) Percabeth writing! Updates every day (unless I forget). Check out my profile for updates on fics and my crappy-life-that-no-one-wants-to-hear-about. So begins the Twelve Days of Percabeth, Dec. 14th-25th. Check my profile for more details ;) I'll shut up now, here's your fanfiction goddamit I ramble

A/N: 12/21, I realized I didn't do a disclaimer.

DISCLAIMER: Yeah, I don't own it. I wouldn't be writing fanfiction fluff if I was. :)

Percy wasn't sure when he had finally noticed her. Maybe it was the flash of blonde that he always saw around the playground. Perhaps it was years later when they briefly touched during a seminar on public speaking. Or even that one time where they partnered up for a one class period project. But he couldn't stop thinking about her.

Unfortunately, his words usually tumbled out of his mouth, his tongue always in knots, the butterflies in his stomach that he could never digest. So one fateful day in the winter of his junior year, he decided to try index cards.

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"Has an-anyone told you th-that you're beautiful?" he asked, fumbling with the pieces of paper he clung to like a lifeline.

"No, actually... thank you." Annabeth self-consciously tugged on her plain navy blue skirt, the sleeves of her slightly oversized black hoodie pulled over her hands. Percy shuffled around his cards, trying to find the one that corresponded with the right reaction but ended up dropping a few of them.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry, I'm... r-really n-no good at this" he stammered out, crouching down to try and gather the fallen pieces of paper, but they just kept slipping out of his grip.

Taking a random blue index card, Percy attempted a pick-up line that his best friend Jason said would 100% guarantee a girl to like him. Scanning it quickly, he shoved it back in the stack.

"D-did it hurt when H-heaven fell, uh, out of you? B-because they're missing an, um, angel."

She looked puzzled, but gave a small unsure smile his way, her head tilted an inch to the side.

"No, I screwed up, I-I'm sorry, I'm not good at talking to pretty, beautiful, girls. Especially you, since you're the Annabeth Chase, the girl I've liked since I was nine - I'll shut up now, I'm sorry."

Annabeth was silent for a moment. Perhaps it was a moment too long since Percy quickly started to excuse himself, backing up as if to run like a jackrabbit.

She put a hand on his shoulder, effectively stopping him in his tracks. Although she was looking him dead in the eye, she asked the question quite timidly.

"Can I kiss you?"

He blushed, looking down at his hands, where the rectangularly cut stationery fluttered to the floor.

"I... I don't have a card for that..."

x FTC