Annabeth's TV hummed with a re-run of a show that she has been watching for the past few hours, and even though the audience was laughing, Annabeth wasn't, her 3D cheeks wouldn't allow her to. They wouldn't allow her to smile, not to mention hardly being able to talk; her words just came out in grumbles and mumbles of confused words. Hopefully Percy and his delivery of ice cream would help. She let out an exasperated sigh as she reached for the remote and flipped through the channels, merely eager that something else would be on. Maybe an action movie? Yeah, action.
A light knock came from Annabeth's door and she looked up from the buttons and to the white barrier. Her father's head poked in. He was wearing his "model-assembling" glasses—which is what Annabeth liked to call them—and a pencil was stuck behind his ear. His blond hair was disorganized from multiple times of his hand running through his hair, most likely out of frustration. Annabeth could also see some silver hairs of old age shining even in the dim lighting of her bedroom. He had a light smile planted on his face, a shadow of a beard complementing it.
"Annabeth, Percy is here to see you," He glanced behind his shoulder and opened the door a little, letting her see some of Percy's black hair, "And with a gallon of ice cream also." He opened the door fully this time and she could see all of Percy now. And he was, indeed, carrying a gallon of ice cream, chocolate chip to be exact. She saw Percy smile at her and Annabeth naturally smiled back, but once again, it disappeared because of the stupid, idiotic pain she felt. Sometimes she thought that this pain outranked the poisoned knife, but she didn't want to compare wounds, she didn't want to let the memories that she attempted to block out and have them come flooding back in. Percy walked towards her bedside and pulled up a chair, sitting down on it. Her father exchanged inarticulate looks with the teenagers and cleared his voice before he left, shutting the door behind him. Annabeth's TV softly talked in the background.
"I don't think he likes you coming into my room without his permission," Annabeth intervened and looked at Percy, "Especially with a gallon of ice cream in hand." Percy shrugged and handed her the tub of ice cream, pulling a plastic spoon wrapped in a crinkled clear wrapper. Annabeth continued.
"I mean, you never know what teenagers will do nowadays," She snickered, "Particularly with ice cream!" She was amused because she knew her father was outside the door, listening in on her and Percy. Call it a daughter's instinct. Percy smirked and pulled out another plastic spoon from his backpack, which was also wrapped in a creased covering.
"Yeah, the most horrible thing we could ever do is," He paused for a theatrical effect, "Eat it!" They were surprised that they heard a string of words of embarrassment coming from outside of her room because their laughter was so loud vivid, well, mostly Percy's was. Soon enough, Mr. Chase's footsteps down the stairs followed after. Annabeth opened the tub and scooped the ice cream that littered the lid onto her finger, enjoying the taste of the cream that danced on her taste buds. Her stomach groaned happily, apparently enjoying the ice cream just as much as she was.
"Oh my gosh, Percy," She mumbled, greedily gathering some more ice cream onto her finger, "Where on earth did you get this?" Percy scraped his spoon along the top of the ice cream which was icily filled up to the brim.
"My freezer," He answered before his spoon went into his mouth. Annabeth's finger scraped her finger in the tub currently and Percy's eyes followed it.
"You know, we have this wonderful invention nowadays. It's called a spoon," He cracked a sly grin as he showed her the spoon he gave her only minutes ago. It occupied her left hand; it was still dressed in the wrapper. "We're no longer in the Stone Age, Annie."
"No one likes a smart ass, Perce," She flashed him just as sly a smile to the best of her ability. He rolled his eyes as her finger sank deeper into the ice cream; her eyes were on the TV now. Percy climbed onto the bed but sat beside her, still being able to get his spoon to the ice cream.
"Is there anything good on?" He was looking at the TV presently too. Annabeth shook her head and another fingertip of ice cream went into her mouth.
"Tragically, no," She looked at Percy, "It's just been re-runs of Married with Children all day." Percy pointed his spoon accusingly at her.
"Hey, I like that show." Annabeth rolled her eyes and snorted.
"Shocker," She murmured and dragged her fingertip in the ice cream again, collecting a good amount this time. Percy pursed his lips.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked. Annabeth shrugged and looked back at the TV, obviously not interested in debating the question with him. Percy sighed and dug his spoon into the ice cream, having a hard time to pull it out. Percy's eyebrows furrowed as he tried to pull it out again, his lips parted in an expected spoonful of ice cream, but his eyes widened when the handle came off with a snap, breaking the spoon in half, the other part of it still buried in the frozen treat. Annabeth chuckled, but Percy knew that if laughing didn't cause so much pain, she would be laughing heartily at his stupidity. Percy dropped the other piece and it fell onto her blue comforter, unwanted and not useful anymore. Annabeth's chuckling stopped and it was replaced with a petite smile on her lips. She held up her finger towards Percy in which she was using as a spoon.
"Welcome to the Stone Age," Percy sighed and dug his finger into the ice cream, letting it collect upon his fingertip. It was cold on his fingertip, but it melted once it touched his tongue. He rested his head against Annabeth's shoulder and she rested her head against his. Percy found the remote again and flipped through the channels, another attempt to find a decent show. Percy found the channel that he was looking for and he rested the remote between them. They watched the TV for a while before Percy spoke.
"By the way," He looked up at Annabeth, "I need help with my Trig homework." Annabeth groaned.