Percy and Annabeth had been out walking by the canoe lake for a long time.
A really long time, and Nico was starting to worry. So he did the logical thing that and camper would do: get a Happy Meal and summon the scouts of the dead. (Ok, so maybe it wasn't the most logical thing to do, but he was a son of Hades and not Athena for a reason.)
And as he walked through a shorter path to the canoe lake, he remembered when Percy had told him that he was planning a surprise for Annabeth. He had offered to help him, but, like the child he was inside, Percy insisted that he would do it himself.
So Nico had walked back to his cabin after reminding Percy that he still had to help him pick out a shield for Capture the Flag tomorrow.
He had sat down in his skull-patterned pajamas and tried to nap, but was distracted by the glowing suns that Will Solace had put on his roof the one time that he had over. (Word of advice: never, ever, trust a sun (Get what I did there, sun of Apollo? Son of Apollo?) of Apollo with glow-in-the dark stickers and scissors. In fact, they become total Aphrodite girls, trying to give your cabin a makeover. And it is way worse when said cabin is dark and perpetually gloomy. Why stars, Solace? Why not flaming skulls?)
So, for the next three hours, he had spent cutting the 3,784 stars into skulls and re-gluing them on his cabin roof. Then he fell asleep. In fact, he fell in such a deep sleep he wasn't sure that Morpheus hadn't been in his cabin. After all, visits from gods were normal, and Morpheus' cabin was right next to his.
At 6:47 precisely, he had started to look for Percy and Annabeth (Percabeth, as he and Solace called them behind their backs, and fifteen-ish minutes later, he was greeted with a sight that made him both want to laugh and cry for them.
They had fallen asleep. Annabeth had curled up in a ball, with her head on Percy's shoulder and his hand around her. Now Nico, the boy who was never, ever, happy or sad, started to cry at the sentimentality and mushiness of it, and whispered almost silently," I ship you two for a reason."
Unfortunately, that was when Percy woke up. Perfect timing, Nico thought sarcastically.
"We are not a boat," he yawned.
Nico did a double take, and, much to Percy's astonishment, burst out laughing. The kid been so emotioness for the past two months. What had happened to him now? First, he was crying, and now he was dying! Of laughter, of course.
Annabeth open her eyes blearily. "Wha- Nico?" Her eyes widened when she saw him laughing and she turned to Percy. "Two questions. Why is Nico here? And he's laughing. Why is he laughing? Is he ok?"
Percy opened his mouth. And closed it. And opened it again. "I do not know. But he said he shipped us. What is a ship?"
Annabeth yawned. "A ship is a boat. Duh."
Percy looked at her steadily. "So Nico called us a boat?"
Now it was her turn to gape. "What?" She stood up and Nico stopped laughing and started backing away when she glared at him. "You-"
"It's not what you think-", he tried to explain.
"-are-"
Now he really started running. "Adios!"
"-dead. WE ARE NOT A BOAT!" Annabeth yelled at him.
Maybe sons of Hades were geniuses compared to daughters of Athena.
A/N: Sayonara! Gotta go before Annabeth kills me. R&R!