Disclaimer: Really? I still have to write these? Well whatever. You guys get the idea.
"You look fine, Annabeth," muttered Percy. His long time girlfriend was turning this way and that in the mirror, looking at her reflection with pursed lips.
"It's just not . . . long enough," she said finally. Percy groaned. She had to pick out a dress for some formal and she was refusing to just choose something already. It was going to drive him nuts.
Usually Percy would be excited to see his (beautiful) girlfriend try on dresses for him. But they had been in this store for 3 hours, and before that they had stopped in 2 other stores, and his patience was running thin.
Unfortunately, he couldn't even pull the 'you look great in everything, can we please leave now' card anymore. But whatever. It was his fault for telling Annabeth to "take your time, find something you love before you buy it" at the beginning. Now every single dress was "too skimpy" or "too plain" or even "too . . . well, I don't know Percy, but something doesn't sit right with me" for Annabeth. Love? Finding something she didn't automatically disregard was hard enough.
"Why don't you like it?" he pushed.
"I just told you, it's not long enough to look right," she said.
"It goes down past your knees, Annabeth! How long does it need to be?" he moaned in response.
"Well, it's more flowy, so probably down to the floor."
"The floor? Really? Why?"
"Because it does, Seaweed Brain! Gods, I just want a nice dress."
"Well you've tried on five million! Are none of them good enough for you?" he fired back, now incredibly annoyed. After all this time, was she seriously still not capable of getting something?
"Fine, I'll just pick the next one I see!" she practically growled, angrily grabbing something off a nearby rack, checking the size, and throwing it at the counter. "There! Are you happy?"
"Very," he snapped. But as they left the store, he couldn't help but laugh.
"I should've made you mad five hours ago," he smirked, lightly nudging her. "It would have saved me the time." A small smile crossed her face, letting the demigod know he was forgiven.
"Maybe."
"I think I'm in love with this dress," said Annabeth, twirling slightly. She had bought a grey dress that ended just above her knees, with beading on the bodice and a pleated bottom. "Not too girly and fancy, but not as casual either. Just right."
"You can't be in love with the dress, you're in love with me!" joked her boyfriend, putting a hand to his heart in fake offense.
Annabeth glared heavily at him. The 'stop now before you dig yourself into a hole' vibe was so intense it was almost tangible.
"But it's really great. I'm glad," agreed Percy. He hated to admit it, but she had definitely shown him the importance of 'the right dress'. Annabeth looked amazing.
"So, this is great and all, but let's never go shopping for dresses again," he told her. She nodded in agreement.
"Yes, that sucked."
"Wait, you hated it, too?"
"Every girl hates dress shopping with other people," snorted Annabeth. "Trust me, you have no idea what it's like to be a girl who needs a new dress. You have to hang up a million different things on the right hangers and inside out them and return them all to the right sections . . . it's torture. But I'm glad I ended up with this."
Percy stared at his girlfriend for a second, trying to understand what had just happened. Then he shook his head and gave up. This was Wise Girl. She was never going to make things easy for him, after all.
Yup. So here's this. I recently threatened to go shopping with my friend for a dance. Longest. Experience. Of. My. Life. Hope you enjoyed this brief oneshot!
