AN: hey guys. RoseBadwolf1000 is bae because she (am I using the right pronoun?) is the only one sending in prompts. I'm going to have to discontinue the story or change the format if it goes like this, which I probably will after waiting for a few more chapters. Anyway, this is another brilliant prompt given by Rosey and here we see Annabeth getting a gaming addiction (we will make it Call of Duty because that's my favourite video game), and Percy tries to get her some sunlight. So, I hope you guys like it, and please review. It really helps with a writer's confidence in their stories and keeps them motivated.

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Also, does anyone listen to Broods? I'm obsessed with their song Bridges.

Percy's POV-

I have always been the kind of person who can let go of activities easily. I don't get too hung up on things. People, sure. But never with things. Annabeth, on the other hand, is not so much like me when it comes to her hobbies and interests. She goes head first into whatever she feels passionate about, be it architecture, reading, or writing. It's something I mostly admire about her, but sometimes it gets unhealthy. For example, her most recent hobby is going completely out of hand. I think it's been three days since she last stepped out of our apartment. It started when she saw me playing Call of Duty on our TV in the living room.

"What are you playing?" She asked, plopping down on the couch next to me.
"It's Call of Duty. Also known as the most amazing game ever made. Though, Ghosts isn't that good, but the rest of them are amazing. Especially Modern Warfare," I said. Annabeth seemed dazed as I rambled on.
"I'm going to pretend I understood what you just said and Google it later," she said and walked off, probably to get her laptop, the one that Daedalus gave her. It was her most prized possession.

She did get her laptop and started playing online. At first I was ecstatic, and I took it upon myself to teach her the controls, and she took it upon herself to practice like her life depended on it. We played together and it was great. But soon whenever I'd come home from work, or whenever I'd wake up late on the weekends, or whenever she was free, I'd find her playing on that damn laptop. I told her to calm down with the gaming but I was told to shut up. So, I did. And since the last three days, which happened to be a long weekend, she hadn't even stepped away from her desk, except for bathroom, water and food breaks. This is why I have decided to hold a little intervention to get her to step away from the laptop and see what the outside world looks like after her short exile. Especially after I had this conversation with her today-

"Hey Annabeth," I said, cautiously passing her by and watching her reaction.
"Hmm... I'm good, thanks," she mumbled, her eyebrows knitted in concentration and her eyes darting all over the screen to kill everyone she'd see.
I paused, completely baffled. "Annabeth? My hair's on fire."
"Really. That sounds delicious."
"We're on a ship to Neptune."
"Hm."
"There's a zombie attack outside, and I'm planning to join the undead."
"Cool."

Yes, this conversation actually happened. Today, being a Sunday, gives her all the time in the world to indulge in her guilty pleasure. Just that it is becoming a lot more than a guilty pleasure.

Around noon, I find her in the kitchen cooking up a quick meal. I grab my chance and hug her from behind, to keep her where she is.

"Percy, I have something I need to get back to, let me go please," she says, sounding impatient.
"Yeah, I forgot about the video game you're dating," I deadpan.
She sighs and turns around in my arms, giving me a smirk. "And whose fault is it for introducing me to it?"
"Not mine, because I didn't know you'd get an addiction. If I did, I would have hidden any trace of the game ages ago," I tell her and kiss her nose.
She frowns and says, "I'm not addicted to a silly video game. I still have to go, by the way."
"Yeah, you have to go play a silly video game that you're totally not addicted to. The silly video game is also not the reason why you haven't left the house in three days."
"Easy on the sarcasm, Jackson," she teases, slapping me playfully.
"Never. But seriously, Annabeth, you need to get out of the house. Staying in so much is not healthy."

She raises her eyebrows at me and barks out a laugh. I ask her, "What?"
"You're telling me that? You literally cringe every morning when draw the curtains open to let the sun in."
I huff and poke her back, where I'm holding her. She shifts when I do. "That's not the point."
"Then what's the point?" she asks a bit harshly. I can't help the wince that follows.
She shakes her head and runs her hand through my hair. "I'm sorry. That came out wrong. I didn't intend to be mean."
I brush it off and say, "It's okay. You know what, screw it. Get ready, I'm taking you out. And you do not get to back out of it. Discussion closed."
She frowns again and says, "No it's not. What if I don't want to? What if I don't get ready?"
I narrow my eyes and give her a look that I know makes her knees weak. I hear her breath hitch. "Then I'll make you get ready," I say lowly, looking her straight in the eye. Her eyes widen.
She detaches herself from me and stammers, "I'm going to go...get ready...uh..."

I grab a jacket and wait for her in the living room. I fiddle with my keys when I hear her walk from the bedroom. She's wearing a tank top and a leather jacket, with jean shorts. She looks gorgeous.

"You look good in everything you wear, but you look really good today. I like the change from baggy sweatpants," I say, and get rewarded with a slap on the shoulder.
"Shut up. Let's go."

When we step out of the building and start walking, I can't help but tease her about how long it's been since she stepped out and give her directions to our favourite coffee shop as we walk. I get flipped off more than once.

We take our place and our orders and sit in a comfortable silence for a while. When Annabeth speaks, she says, "This is nice. Thanks for forcing me out of the house."
I kiss her cheek and say, "You're most welcome."

AN: so, how was it? I hope you liked it, Rosey. Don't forget to send your prompts, and if the lack of them continues I might discontinue it or change the format. Reviews and feedback are valued so please take the time. See you next time, guys.

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