"Annabeth," yawned Percy, "do I have to move?"
"No," Annabeth whispered, with her eyes shut, "Doesn't matter." She put her head on his shoulder and sighed contentedly.
"Psst. Annabeth." Percy nudged her.
"Whadyouwant?" She replied blearily.
"You're stealing all the blankets." He whispered.
"Oh. Sorry."
"Oi, Seaweed Brain." Annabeth poked Percy in the side.
"Hmm?"
"Could you stop snoring? It's kinda annoying."
"I don't snore!" Percy exclaimed.
"Denial, Percy. You're in denial."
"Annabeth."
"What now?" She huffed.
"Your hair's tickling me."
"Well, I'm sorry that my hair seems to have a mind of its own. What d'you want me to do, cut it all off?"
"No, I only meant could you move it?"
"Move it where, exactly? Or haven't you noticed, this is a single bed."
"Oh yeah? Well you're the one who told me to stay."
"Yeah, but you're the one who couldn't be bothered to move."
"Well, just, ugh." Percy rolled over in irritation.
"Go to sleep." Annabeth snapped.
"Annabeth?" Percy whispered.
"Yeah?"
"Sorry I said your hair was ticklish. I like your hair, really." He stroked a blonde curl that lay on the pillow.
"Sorry I said you snore. Even though you do."
"No I — oh, never mind."
"Percy?"
"Yeah?"
"Next time, we're sleeping in a double bed."
"Good idea."
They fell asleep holding hands.