AN: I like her hair. I liked it so I wrote a fan fic on it. (mean girls fan will get that. I hope) Enjooooy!
Disclaimer: There is something wrong with you if you think I own the brilliant piece of art that is Percy Jackson.
Her hair was golden in the sunlight, Percy mused.
Like Golden thread woven into curls. It was fascinating, he thought, watching it spring back into curls after he pulled a strand. He wondered if it would ever remain straight. Lost in his world of golden hair pulling (hey, he was never praised of having to many braincells), he barely noticed when Annabeth opened a lazy eye from where she was lying.
"What do you think you are doing?" Annabeth questioned, afraid that his look of concentration would result in something abysmally stupid.
"Your hair. It's so curly." Percy replied, not bothering to remove his eyes from her hair.
"Really, Percy? Well spotted. What are you doing pondering about the fact that my hair is curly?"
"Well, um...Well see that... Wait," Percy paused to inspect a particularly stubborn wavy strand of hair, "Oh yeah, can I get back to you on that one?"
Annabeth didn't ask further, knowing she would regret it later. She just closed her eyes again hoping her boyfriend would soon get bored and grow a brain (although, with him, that seemed like to much to hope for).
But Percy was persistant (or Percy-istant, in his case), and playing with her hair was all he did. The thought of stopping crossed his mind when he realized that all he had done that lazy afternoon was play with Annabeths hair. But her hair caught sunlight again and the golden curls were hard to resist.