A/N: A short Percabeth one-shot about when Annabeth stole all of Percy's sweatshirts. I had fun writing this one, so I hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Rick Riordan

"Huh. That's strange," Percy muttered to himself as he tore his cabin apart searching. "Where are all my sweatshirts?" Eventually, he decided to just go without one, because it was a fairly warm summer night (besides, he couldn't exactly wear a sweatshirt if he couldn't find one).

When Percy reached the amphitheater, he was beckoned over by his girlfriend, Annabeth, who had saved him a seat.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, looking into her grey eyes. "I have a sweatshirt just like the one you're wearing!"

"No you don't, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth laughed. "This is your sweatshirt. I borrowed it last week, and I, uh, forgot to give it back." Actually, she thought to herself, I kept it on purpose because it smells like Percy. It's also very warm and extremely soft, but yeah…the main reason is its scent.

"Oh," Percy said. "Hey, you know what's weird? All of my sweatshirts seem to be missing. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?

Annabeth blushed and cleared her throat. "Um, actually, yes, I might possibly know where they are."

"Oh, really? And where would they be?"

"Uh…in my cabin?" she replied, making it sound like a question.

"All of them?" Percy asked, shocked. "Annabeth, I've got like, ten sweatshirts! How can they all be in your cabin?"

"Okay, first of all, you do not have ten sweatshirts. You have six. And second of all, I sort of…borrowed them at different times and forgot to give them back. Sorry."

"You kept them on purpose, didn't you?" Percy asked his girlfriend, amusement in his voice.

"Maybe," she replied evasively.

"Admit it; you did!" he cried starting to tickle her.

"No," she gasped,

"Yes!" he tickled her harder.

"No!" she was laughing so hard she could barely breathe.

"Yes!" he argued playfully.

"Fine! I…admit it! Just…stop…tickling…me!" she forced out between giggles.

He stopped. "What exactly do you admit?"

Annabeth muttered something about idiot boys in Ancient Greek.

"Don't make me tickle you again."

"I took your sweatshirts! Happy, Seaweed Brain?"

"Never."

A savage tickle war began between them which lasted several minutes and was only stopped by Clarisse yanking the two apart.

"Thank you, Clarisse, for doing what everyone here (with the exception of the Aphrodite cabin) wanted to do," Will Solace said from in front of the campfire, where the whole Apollo cabin was looking at Percy and Annabeth angrily.

Annabeth looked around. All of the campers had stopped singing and had been watching her and Percy tickle each other. The Hermes cabin was laughing, a mischievous (well, more mischievous than usual) glint in their eyes. Annabeth gulped. Had they seen where she was ticklish? The Ares cabin was glaring at them, but what else is new? The Aphrodite cabin was squealing, giggling and chanting something that sounded like "PER-CA-BETH! PER-CA-BETH!" repeatedly. Annabeth had no clue what that was about. The rest of the campers were just looking at them, annoyed that they had made the sing-along stop.

"Now," Will continued, "if Percabe-I mean, Percy and Annabeth don't mind, maybe we can continue with our campfire songs?"

"Sorry," Annabeth and Percy muttered.

Although the singalong continued with no further interruptions, Percy and Annabeth kept poking each other in the sides, earning glares from the surrounding campers.

"So, Wise Girl," Percy whispered, "will you give my sweatshirts back, or do I have to tickle you again and make everyone more mad at us?

"Fine, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth replied in a whisper. "But I get to keep one. Five sweatshirts is enough, right?"

"Fair enough."