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Is it possible that Percy and Annabeth's day could get any worse?

My boyfriend and I are currently being shown to our room on the fourth floor of a magnificent building. The architecture is simply dazzling, but I can tell that Percy doesn't appreciate it. Typical Seaweed Brain.

"Here we are!" Our mentor, Finnick Odair, steps out of the elevator with the two of us close behind.

I take a sharp intake of breath. This is better than the entry hall.

The walls are painted a gorgeous shade of ocean blue, a colour to compete with Percy's eyes, and the floor is shining wood. In the corner stands a large glass table with six strangely shaped chairs placed around it. The table is overflowing with all sorts of seafood, it is really a shame that Percy won't allow me to eat it.

Along the wall to our left (Which seems to be purely rock), there are hundreds of tiny seashells embedded into it. The chandelier is made from glass, which creates small rainbows in every dark corner of the room.

Several doors lead off into different rooms, probably the bedrooms, while double glass doors lead off to a balcony which no doubt shows off the sheer beauty of the Capitol.

I turn and see Percy running his hands over the seashells, smiling.

"Wow," He mutters.

I come up behind him and whisper in his ear, "Sorry about the fish."

He twists his head and captures my hand in his, "They're just fish, Annabeth."

But I can see that he is still upset. He's Percy. It wouldn't be him if he weren't.

"Technically, you're some sort of fish," I squeeze his hand.

"I'm Nemo, Annabeth," He grins, "I go on adventures to save my friends, and to prove to everyone that I am a hero."

Now that sounded a lot like Percy, "Then I'm Marlin, as I always have to get you out of your scrapes."

He snorts and kisses my nose, "Wise Girl."

"Seaweed Brain."

He pulls away and bounds over to Finnick, who was stuffing his face with shrimps. Percy's face contorts into a look of disgust, before he shook his head and patted the mentor on the shoulder.

"What?" Finnick turns to talk to the boy.

I glance around the room again and walk over to the balcony, resting my hand on the cold metal handle. I twist it and the cold night air hits my face. I breathe it in and step outside, glad to finally have a sense of freedom.

Before long I feel a pair of hands at my waist.

"Percy?" I squeak.

"The one and only," He whispers into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

I lean my head back onto his chest and look up at the sky, "Remember Zöe?"

I hear him sigh, "Yeah, why?"

"I can't see her constellation, the lights block it out," I frown at the empty carpet of black silk.

"Why do you need to see her," He wraps his hands around my middle, "She's always with us whenever."

I smile at this, "You're right, but seeing her makes me feel comforted, because that constellation gives me hope."

He puts his chin on the top of my head, "Well, even if you can't see her in the sky, then you can always come to me."

I close my eyes and my smile droops. What if he wasn't always there? This was the Hunger Games. Only one made it out alive.

"'Sup, Annie?" He asks.

"Don't call me Annie," I mutter.

"Sorry, Annabeth," He jokes, "Now tell me what's wrong."

"It's nothing."

"It's obviously something."

"It doesn't matter."

"It definitely matters."

"I'll tell you tomorrow."

"Tell me now."

"Do you ever give up?" I grit my teeth to stop myself from giggling.

"No, never, now please tell me."

"It's just... this..."

"Oh, that helps. Now I can sort out this for you. Do you want me to go beat up that as well?" He laughs quietly.

"Percy," I elbow him, smiling a little.

"Seriously, Annabeth," He releases me and walks around so he is facing me, "Tell me."

I look at the floor, unable to meet his eyes, "What if you're not always there?"

"You're kidding, right?" Percy lifts my chin with two fingers, "Fatal flaw of loyalty, remember?"

"Yeah," I pull myself away from him and stare at the floor again, "But you can't stay with me if you're dead."

I can tell that this catches him by surprise.

"Look, Annabeth, I will never leave you. Not in a million years, or a gazillion years. I love you. And you're worried about death keeping us apart? We went to hell and back, besides, we always have Nico."

"You don't understand!" I slap his shoulder and glare at him, "If you die then what am I supposed to do? If you die then I will have no life. You are my life now. And you just expect me to move on after you're dead? So we went through hell together, but if you die then my world will just collapse. Poof. Gone. It'll be worse than hell! Nico won't help. He'll just tell me that 'He doesn't do that kind of stuff'. And to make matters worse, Nico likes you-" I slap myself.

"W-what?" Percy stutters.

"Jason told Piper, who told Hazel, who told Frank and Leo and I. We all knew except you."

He stares into my eyes, yet I cannot read his expression, this infuriates me as I have devoted most of my spare time to trying to read people's expressions.

"Why didn't any of you tell me? Any particular reason?" He asks.

"Nico," I sigh, "He doesn't know that any of us know but Jason, and if he found out that we knew then- This is besides the point."

He nods and says, "Lets just forget that you told me this."

I smile gratefully.

"Now, you said that your life would be hell?" He perches himself on the balcony rail.

"Yeah..."

"And that I expect you to move on?"

I nod.

"You know what I think?"

I shake my head.

"That was just a pile of schist, Annabeth. What you said was a pile of schist."

I gasp, "But, Percy, what's wrong with saying that I love you?"

"Everything."

I give him a look that scares anyone and everyone but Percy, "What, you don't love me-"

He crashes his lips to mine, pulling me towards him by my hips. My eyes fly open, only to see that his are closed, scrunched up. I giggle a little at this, and his tongue flicks across my lower lip. I grab his neck with my left hand, while wrapping my other arm around his back.

Parting my mouth is the best thing I do all evening.

His tongue slips between my lips and explores my mouth.

I pull away to catch my breath and see that I am nearly pushing him off the railing.

"Annabeth," He gasps.

"I love you, Kelp Head."

"I love you more, Wise Girl."

"I love you most, Fish Face."

"I doubt that," He brings me in for another kiss, but we hear someone behind us.

"Ahem," It's Finnick.

"Dam it," I mutter under my breath.

"If you two lovebirds are quite done, the camera crew left about ten seconds ago, if you want to catch them."

"What?!" Percy leaps up, blushing, "You filmed us?"

"No, they did," Our mentor turns and leaves us with our mouths hanging open.

Before he left, though, he grinned and said, "Katniss and Peeta from district 12 seem to like you."

Then he shut the door on us.

Yay! Percabeth! I thought you deserved a little fluffy stuff.

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