Why hello my lovelies! I was completely bored last night so I wrote this. I know it sucks and is sort of stupid and pointless, but I'm posting it because last night I thought it was cool.

Also, please note that I have not reread this so it may or may not make sense, and may be a lot of mistakes! May be OOC, but it's still demigods and all. YAY!

Disclaimer: *Cue spongebob music* Who lives in Texas and writes PJO? RICK RI-OR-DAN!

Percabeth One-shot - Manhattan Traffic:

After the long day of school, both demigods are tired, their only thought in mind; home. It sounded like a lovely just a few minutes ago when they hopped into the station wagon and started to drive in traffic. But that want had only strengthened, the traffic only amusing their anger and frustrated attitudes.

Percy Jackson, the black haired eighteen year old, sat at the driving wheel, fingers tapping, flipping through radio stations. People sung; OneRepublic, Eminem, Niki Minaj. Percy gave up finding anyone he actually liked to listen to and turned it off completely, looking out his window to the next car. A girl of brunette hair and green eyes smiled at him and he envied her grin. His ADHD as not helping him at all and when he turned to his girlfriend, Annabeth, in the next seat, his anger only receded by a minuscule. He smell of her hair calmed him and the wave of her hair mesmerized him for the time being. How he hated Manhattan traffic.

Annabeth shoved her face in her hands first thing when she sat in the car. Sighs of relief filled her, and she closed her eyes, a headache approaching from the strain in her eyes, just trying to read proper English for a day. Though she never actually admitted it to anyone but her trusted best friend and boyfriend, she was not as good a reader as everyone thought she was. She came crashing down, too, you know, she wanted to scream. She finally looked up when she felt a pair of familiar eyes on her. Her sixth sense, she called it.

Those green eyes calmed her for the time being, and a weary smile formed at her lips as she took in the twinkle in his eyes and the black shimmer in his perfect hair. How she hated Manhattan traffic.

Taxis, cars, and vehicles swarmed the road ahead, and Percy whined. "How bout we just walk back to the apartment? It'd be faster." Although Percy had half meant what he said, Annabeth shrugged, her head shaking.

"Let's maybe just stop somewhere until rush hour is over. The roads may clear up a little by then, and it'll be easier to get home." Reason o my came from her mouth, and without a word, Percy pulled to the curb and together hey hopped out, the cement sidewalk under their feet strangely comforting, although the cold winter air freezer their whole bodies.

After snaking an arm around Percy's, Annabeth started walking, Percy keeping up. "Where to?" He asked, Annabeth shrugged, pulling a hat over her hair and ears, immediately comforting her aching skin.

"Hot chocolate." She stated, and Percy led them into a small cafe a few paces away. Following the order of their two medium hot chocolates wih whipped cream and chocolate syrup, exiting the small shop seemed like a good idea, though Annabeth loved he small of coffee, which the shop was full of.

Walking down the street, Percy looked at every building once over carefully before deciding that the funniest thing to do was just window shop, maybe stopping here or there to buy something. Annabeth gripped his arm tighter, and he kissed her cheek. How the comfort of her presence soothed him.

Annabeth stopped to look in a window before pointing to a small sign. "All books half-priced." It read, and she jumped up and down, her boyfriend laughing at her enthusiasm, while opening the door and letting her enter. How he knew her so well soothed her.

Parousing each section, a saleswoman approached the two lovers as they examined each shelf. "Are you looking for something in particular?" She was tall, brown hair cut to her bosom, and a warm sweater hugging her torso above her khaki slacks.

Annabeth answered. "Um, just wondering if you had a section on architecture...?"

Nodding, the lady led them to an isle where hardcover books lined the shelves with black ink. "Here are our many volumes on all types of architecture. I'm sure you'll only find the best here."

Thanks was returned back from the two younger, and the older woman dismissed herself to the counter on the opposing side of the cedar bookcase. Annabeth's slim fingers pulled out a few copies and looked down at each title, her eyes skipping over some, her hand immediately flippin through he others. "I've read most of these already," She held up a couple to Percy and he shrugged as she explained what she thought of many of he books. "See this one here," a blue hardcover wiht gold print and a series of photos of the Athena Parthenos, "Was so inaccurate, I don't even think that the guy researched anything before he wrote he book. And this one," Percy had guessed he better hold on tight for the ride of his life. "Was okay, I mean the modern architectural phase was great, but the Greek sections, the mere basis of our building today, was missing half of the information. If my mother were allowed to show herself today and tell people how it's really done, I think a ton of people would be turned into dolphins."

Percy nodded and said yes a few times, although he wasn't listening to the conversation after she mentioned dolphins, although he had tried his best. The best was all one man could give, correct? That's how it seems. How can one person give more than they are fully capable of? Or how could they make someone happier when they were already doing their best at it?

So instead, he looked into her eyes and drowned the the storm. And he played with the lemony locks of her hair, and craved her smile on his.

"You're not listening, are you?" Her eyes finally narrowed and eyebrows furrowed. Percy stood straighter, lifting an eyebrow.

"Hmm?" He asked, and only a roll of her eyes was given back. "I'm just going to go look through a couple more sections and we can leave." She smiled, and Percy kissed her nose. "Promise."

Percy followed her and noticed the book already in her hands. "Knowing you, looking through a couple more sections may as well be as long as the Titan War." He teased playfully as she picked up two more books and piled hem into her arms.

"Just to prove you wrong, I'm ready to go now." Her foot stomped as she urned back to him and smiled playfully. "So don't be so smug," she demanded.

His turn, rolling his eyes, he took the books from Annabeth. "I'll buy those," he said, and Annabeth shouldered him.

"Under normal circumstances, I'd be fed up with you right now and buy them myself, but fortunately, I forgo my wallet in he car, so I will let you buy them, just to be nice." She sang out.

The lady rang the books through and and put them into a small bag. Percy made the transaction and they exited the store, throwing away their finished hot chocolates in he way out.

Next, Annabeth took his hand and interlocked her fingers in his, as they passed another block, not finding any interst in many on the kiosks, retail, or souvenir shops. Finally, hunger took the best of them, and they found a foodcourt.

"What do you want?" Percy asked Annabeth as they took a seat at an empty table, Annabeth unbuttoning her jacket, slipping it into the chair.

She shrugged and looked around to the options. "Ah, just a slice of pizza for now. Sally's most probably making dinner, and I don't want to be rude and no eat it." She explained. Percy nodded and went to go grab their food, Annabeh saving the table.

As she waited, she pulled out on of the three books and studied it, waiting for Percy to arrive again. She was engulfed before she knew it. The diagrams were fascinating, and she made a mental note to compare them to the one she had drawn earlier that week.

Slipping back into the seat across from Annabeth, Percy handed her her slice of pizza, and put a drink between the two of them. "How's the book?" He asked.

Looking up and taking a bite, she smiled. "Great. But it's showing this one pillar, it's looks Roman-" Percy took the liberty to zone out again, and smiled at her gestures, hand movements, and enthusiasm. "You're not listening anymore." She sighed and chuckled.

Percy took her hand and shrugged before sipping from the pop.

After they finished, Annabeth put the book back in the bag and took Percy's hand as they left, noticing how the traffic was now slow, but cars were moving. "What do you say about heading to the apartment now?" Percy asked his lovely Annabeth, and she lifted her shoulders.

"Sure. Sally's probably waiting for us." And with those simple words, Percy opened the car door for Annabeth and drove home, smoothly and less agitated. The time to themselves helped, now both brighter and calm, and not to say, flirtatious.

How they loved Manhattan traffic.

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Yeah, I know it probably sucked!

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