Not my greatest work, but it's better than nothing right? Typhoons, sucky internet, semester break, and being abnormally busy have kept me from focusing very much on my story, but this is what I got- take it or leave it. BTW I've never actually bought a dog from Canton personally, but my parents have, and I'm really just making a bunch of guesses. At first, I had Annabeth getting one too, but I didn't like it so I changed it- maybe later on? Maybe I'll give her a cat or something? I suppose We will cross that bridge when we get there. I own nothing used in this story, except the concept, but idk how you can own that.
Enjoy:P
Chapter 7
-A week later 9 am-
The warmth of my bed was comforting and safe. The room was dark, cold, and the fan made just the right amount of noise. I was just awake enough to remember it was Saturday morning, Thalia and Nico were out of town, and that I could sleep as long as I wanted. I smiled sleepily and nestled myself back into the depths of my memory foam.
-Not even 20 minutes later-
My light turned on. My fan quit fanning. Something heavy was sitting on my bed. I wasn't even fully conscious, but I was mad. Then something started to shake my leg. I covered my head and wrapped the blankets around me, tucking my legs in to my body to form a sideways ball, and tried to cling to sleep. The weight disappeared. I smiled and sighed with satisfaction. Then I felt two things press onto my side, and start to shake me harder. Now I was PTFO. Without even considering: who, what, when, where, and why, I sat up- still under the blanket, and punched out my arm in the direction of the irritating whatever-it-was.
I smiled at the satisfying smack it made, followed by a high pitched groan and then a thud. Curiosity lead my arms to remove the blanket from my head and look around for the source of the sound.
My eyes settled on a tan man with black hair clad in nothing but green TMNT pajama pants lying on my floor. He was rolling around, obviously in pain with his hands holding his crotch. I was thoroughly confused now.
"Damn it, Annabeth! Why did you have to hit me there? Of all places!?" Percy's voice was a few octaves higher than normal.
I looked at my hand and made a face, "Ew…Sorry Percy, I didn't know it was you. I wasn't fully awake yet. But let's be real, it was your fault. You know I'm not a morning person."
I took a deep breath and then stretched out on his back staring up at me. He grinned (half grimacing), "Good morning, though!"
I glared at him, "Percy. Why are you in my room?"
His smile faltered and he looked away, his "trying to remember" face present on his features.
"OH! Right! It's Saturday- the 30th."
"Which is why I was still in bed. Now tell me why I shouldn't strangle you."
He sat up, looking slightly afraid, "You're scary in the mornings. But its' first Monday weekend! I wanted to take you… you can go back to bed if you want though, I didn't plan it very well I guess." He stood up and gave me a somewhat discouraged smile. He turned my fan back on and walked out, flipping the light off as he closed the door.
I sighed, "PERCY! Wait. Just…just let me get ready."
The door opened back up and he poked his head into the darkness, "Really? Sweet! I still have to shower so there's no rush." I couldn't see his face but I'm pretty certain he was smiling.
He shut the door again and I slammed back down onto the bed. I stretched, and was tempted to go back to sleep and ignore everything that just happened, but I got the sense of something big happening today and I couldn't help but feel somewhat excited.
Getting up, I turned my lamp on and picked out something to wear.
I decided on something simple- faded jean shorts, a blue Texas Ranger tank top, and a pair of grey Vans along with my leather satchel. I was a night time shower-er so all I needed to do was tame my unruly locks, and put on a smidge of mascara.
It took me all of 2 minutes of messing around with it to decide that I would just put it up in my signature pony tail. A few quick flicks of my wrist for the mascara and I was done. I grabbed my old, beat up NY hat that my real mom had given me and shoved it in my bag; along with a pair of headphones, my wallet, sunglasses, and chapsitck.
After making a quick pot of coffee and watching "The Weather Channel" to make sure today wouldn't end in rain, I walked down the hole in the ground to Percy's floor and smiled at the sound of him singing along at the top of his lungs in his baritone voice to a classic- T-swizzle's "Mean". (Taylor Swift for those who didn't catch it)
I sat on his couch and made sure to get a good recording of it for blackmail later on. After the song ended he walked out clad only in a tan colored towel, saw me and froze with a not so embarrassed look.
He grinned, "If you wanted a concert Chase, why didn't you just ask?" He ended with a wink, and without waiting for my response he turned walking leisurely to his room.
I rolled my eyes, "You're insufferable Perce."
He walked out again a few moments later wearing a pair of basketball shorts, holding his cut off t-shirt in his left hand and his wet towel in his right. Tossing the towel onto the bathroom floor he continued to the living room where he proceeded to remain shirtless for a while longer.
"You eaten yet?" He asked as he pulled the shirt over his head.
I shook my head, "I was just going to skip it- I already had my coffee."
He nodded, "Alright, well I'm gonna head down for mom's blue pancakes, and then we can go."
He walked around a little longer, putting thing in his pockets, including a small dog whistle. When he was done he reached for the door, calling for me to "Come on."
-On the road-
We were there in an hour, considering Percy drives like a maniac. When we got there I was caught off guard by the sheer amount of people that were scurrying around. And then it was just as surprising to see how much stuff was there. Some of the vendors were just selling old junk, some were selling specific items, a good majority of it was all antiques, but there was plenty of new things too.
We walked around and around, finding a few things here and there that caught our eyes. After a while, we stopped and got some corn on the cob from "The Corn Man," and it was delicious. We laughed too loud, and talked too much, and had a great time just being together. Suddenly we found ourselves in an area that seemed to be dedicated to animals. When I looked over at Percy, he was smiling as if this was his plan the entire time.
"Percy…" I said slowly.
"Hey, Annabeth, will you help me pick out a puppy?"
I smiled at him, "A puppy?"
He nodded, "I've been talking about getting one for ages, but I didn't want to come here alone."
I shook my head, "What will your mother say?"
He stuck his bottom lip out, "She said ok! Now will you help me or not!?"
I nodded, "Ok. Fine! Big dog, or little dog?"
His grin was back full force, "I want a big dog!"
I imagined for a second Percy with a giant dog, riding it around, and buying a life sized stuffed cow as a chew toy, "Oh, boy. Ok let's get to looking."
I figured maybe a Lab since they were water dogs, but Percy said it was too cliché. We walked around unsuccessfully for an hour or so. Passing up golden retrievers, dalmations, rottweilers, huskys, border-collies, blue-healers, Australian shepherds, and a mix of others that he didn't immediately love, he was starting to lose his excitement.
"Hey, what about over there?" I said pointing to a walkway leading to more puppies that we had accidentally walked past.
He shrugged halfheartedly, "Ok."
I felt something almost pulling me to go faster. He stopped to look at some of the litters, and I walked ahead. I found a little pen set up under a big shade tree and there was an older man in a lawn chair playing solitaire while a radio played big band music in the background. When I walked up, he glanced up from his game, his glasses on the tip of his nose, and smiled. I smiled back and then looked at the few puppies left.
I smiled to myself and looked at the man, "Will you wait for a moment? I'm going to go get my friend."
He nodded without looking up, and I turned and ran to find Percy. He was sitting in a pile of kittens, and his face didn't look so gloomy anymore.
I called his name to get his attention and he looked up smiling. I waved for him to come with me and then took off back to the dog's I had found.
I watched them rolling in the grass and chase their tails and wrestle for a split second only to look at us when Percy walked up.
"Perfect." He said quietly, as he reached in to his pocket and pulled out the dog whistle, "The first one to come to me, I'm taking home."
He squatted down, took one short breath, and blew through the silent whistle quickly. Only one dog even bothered to look at him. She wagged her tail and ran over playfully. Percy was all smiles as he poked his hands through the pen panels and loved on his soon to be pup. I looked up at the older man who had been watching us and nodded. He stood up from his lawn chair and went into the pen and picked up the puppy handing her to him.
"It's your lucky day kid- Weimaraners usually go for a pretty penny, but you chose a good day to show up, it's my grandson's birthday and I'm in a good mood, so I'll let you have her for $250 cash." He said in a sweet old man voice.
Percy didn't even bat an eyelash as he handed the dog to me and pulled out the money, "How old is she?"
"7 weeks, has her starter shots, but that's it. I'll go get you a copy of the records." He turned around, walked over to a travel trailer and disappeared inside.
"Happy?" I asked percy who was making cute faces at the dog in my arms.
"Very. I dub thee Mrs. O'leary." He announced to the grey puppy and she wriggled in my hold.
"What kind of name is that Perce?"
He shrugged at me, "It just feels right! Don't yell at me, I'm excited."
I opened my mouth in exasperation, "I wasn't yelling!"
He grinned, "Now you are!"
The man came back then, papers in his hand, "Here you are son, take good care of her. I know you will. Oh, and the dog too!" he winked at me and Percy blushed while shaking his head profusely. I laughed lightly and went back to loving on the puppy in my arms.
They exchanged the papers, money before the man sat back down at his game. We said thank you and goodbye, and then went on our way back to the car, stopping along the way to get a blue leash/collar with a wave design, food and water bowls, and some other doggie essentials.
"Hey, why don't you get a dog? Wouldn't it be nice to have someone to cuddle in your bed and stuff?" he asked me suddenly as he was coaxing Mrs. O'leary to follow him on the leash.
"I figure you count as a pet already Seaweed Brain!" I said smirking at him
He looked up and wriggled his eyebrows, "Does that give me permission to cuddle with you?"
He laughed at the face I made and then went back to tugging on her leash. I felt that thing in my stomach again, andI could feel myself blush. At least he was too busy with the dog to notice.
