I'm back! :) It's time for drabble G- G is for Godiva. For those of you who don't know, Godiva is a company that sells AMAZING truffles and chocolates (they may sell other stuff, I'm not sure.) Shout outs:
Myusernameisorigional- Dang. Reviewing my School of Secrets and my drabbles? Thank you!
SilverMoonGrimm- I personally don't like slash myself. :P It doesn't even make sense with the characters…( By the way, looking at your username, have you read The Sisters' Grimm? Or is that just a coincidence? Just wondering)
readingnerd18- Maybe Prachel is so unpopular because it comes between Percabeth? I mean, I like Rachel, but I can't stand Prachel…
Disclaimer: (I'm reusing this disclaimer at the request of annabetheverdeen7dobby) I don't own Percy Jackson… Annabeth Chase does!
G is for GodivaAnnabeth's POV
I stared at the empty tissue box that lay among many more at the foot of my couch. My face was red and my eyes puffy from crying, but I didn't care about my appearance right now. I did care that I was crying in the first place. Percy and I had gotten in a particularly bad fight earlier, and it hadn't ended well.
I wasn't one to cry often, and the fact I was crying at all right now bothered me, but I couldn't seem to stop. I couldn't even remember what the fight had been about. Thalia's voice came over my cell- I'd been on the phone with her for the past forty minutes- she was still ranting about how dumb men could be and how I was better off without him, etc. Her never-ending rant was interrupted by a knock on my apartment door.
"I've gotta go, Thals, there's someone at the door," I said apologetically.
"You sure you're ok?" She asked in concern. "'Cuz I'll shoot that dirty, rotten male," she spat, like it was the worst insult imaginable, "in the blink on an eye."
"I'm fine," I lied, rubbing my still-watery eyes with the hand that wasn't holding the phone. "I'll call you back later, 'kay?"
"Okay…" relented Thalia. I quickly ended the call before Thalia could change her mind and headed toward the door. I opened the door and froze. An all-to-familiar certain son of Poseidon was standing outside my door, holding a red box in one hand.
Percy looked… well, heartbroken. His hair was messier than usual, as if he'd been running his hands through it repeatedly (something he did when he was agitated) and his eyes were blood shot.
"Percy," I said dumbly, to shocked to say anything else.
"Annabeth," he replied, his eyes glued to my face. "Can I come in?" He asked, shifting awkwardly. I nodded mutely and held the door open wider, stepping out of the way. He entered my apartment and made a beeline for the living room, sitting on my couch uncomfortably. I followed him, still surprised to see him, and perched on a chair opposite him, waiting for him to explain his presence. He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts, and I felt an ache in my chest. It hurt to see him, if I was really being honest, especially because he looked so broken and lost. (Although I'm positive I looked much the same way.)
"Annabeth, I don't really know how to say this, but…" he began, hesitating again. "I'm sorry. I love you and I can't do this without you. Please, please just give me another chance; I swear I won't mess up this time-" He burst suddenly, his voice shaking slightly. I held up one hand to interrupt the flow of words.
"Wait, wait… you want me back?" I asked incredulously. He flinched slightly like I'd slapped him, and I realized with horror he thought I was rejecting him.
"Is that such a repulsive idea?" He asked quietly before I could correct him, not meeting my eyes.
"No! It's just… shouldn't you hate me?" I asked.
"Hate you?" Asked Percy, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion. "Why would I hate you?" Now it was my turn to avoid his gaze.
"I said some pretty cruel things earlier," I muttered, my mind flashing back to our argument. I wanted to apologize- tell him I hadn't meant it, that I'd just been angry- but the words seemed to get stuck in my throat. Stupid pride.
"I said some uncalled for stuff, too, if I remember correctly," he admitted, wincing. "I'm sorry, Annabeth. I don't know what I was thinking. I was just mad, and I started saying stuff and… I dunno, I just couldn't seem to stop."
"I'm familiar with that feeling," I murmured. The apology was still stuck in my throat- I felt like I was choking on it. Luckily Percy seemed to understand.
"Here," he said gently, offering me the red box he held. "I, uh, picked these up. I know you like them, and…well," he trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably. I accepted the box from him, immediately recognizing the gold lettering on the top of the box. I felt a surge of affection for Percy- it may have been a small enough gesture, but to me, it felt infinite.
"Godiva chocolates?" I asked, looking up at him. "Thank you," I managed, my eyes watering up again. Oh, no Annabeth, I scolded myself silently. You've cried WAY too much already today- you're not going to break down just because you got chocolates, for gods sake!
I got up and walked over to him, taking a seat next to him on the couch. Opening the box, I head it out to him.
"Here," I said. "Take one."
"What? No, they're yours."
"And I'm giving one to you," I insisted. "You're helping me eat these, Seaweed Brain." His eyes lit up at the nickname, and he shot me a hopeful expression.
"Take one," I ordered.
"Yes, ma'am," he saluted teasingly, taking one chocolate carefully from the box. I took one for myself, eating it and closing my eyes, relishing the taste.
"Ohmygods," I muttered, opening my eyes again.
"Does that mean yes?" Asked Percy hopefully, his eyes focused on my face. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his in answer. When I leaned back, he had a peculiar look on his face.
"What?" I asked, trying not to laugh.
"Nothing…just taste like chocolate," he answered, licking his lips. I laughed out loud then, tossing a chocolate at him and enjoying his shocked expression when it smeared across his face. His expression turned competitive and he grabbed another chocolate, grinning as he smeared it against my arm.
"This is war, Jackson," I warned, happier than I'd felt all day.
Needless to say, when Thalia came to check on me an hour later Percy and I were sprawled on the floor, laughing and covered in Godiva Chocolate.
Aww… so, any suggestions for the letter "H" or what couple you guys want to see next? I'm open to suggestions! Reviewer's question: Chocolate or vanilla? I absolutely love chocolate, but I have a friend who can't stand it. She's weird like that. ;) We love her anyway. Until next time!
