Only Thirty Days
Summary:
Thirty days is all I need to change my best friend into my girlfriend, but whoever said that it would be easy? To start this off right, this is 'Day 0,' leaving me with thirty more days to make Annabeth mine. Just remember, things are never that easy.

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A/N: I really just wanted to thank each and every one of you who has read any one of my stories. I don't know; it just hit me how many people have reviewed and favorite either one of my stories or me as an author. I just want to say thank you so much because I wouldn't be here without you guys. Yeah, I had good grammar because I love it, but it's you guys who stick with me and my over-detailedness. I don't know. It just really hit me today for some reason, and I want to thank you guys for sticking with me through my horrendous update times and story ideas. Really, thank you guys so much; I'm sorry I suck at replying to PMs as of late, and just really, thank you.

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Chapter 12

Day 12.

"Hey, Mr. Chase," I sent him a smile as he swung the door open with a beer in hand and slight scowl on his face. The scruff that sprinkled his face gave him an unkempt look that I definitely was not used to seeing. In fact, Mr. Chase was the one person whom I had never seen look unkempt in his life, until that day. He raised his eyebrows, not seeming at all amused, and well, I didn't blame him. "I wanted to apologize for what I said two days ago," I added in, knowing that I was pretty harsh before.

He waved his hand as if it was no big deal, and I wondered whether or not he was actually drunk at the moment. How many times had he been drunk before, and I just never knew it? "What you said made sense," he began, spinning the unopened beer in his hand, "but I was drunk and wasn't ready to hear it." He paused, tapping on the top of the beer, "I think I'm going to put this one away." His sigh surprised me as he leaned against the doorframe. "I'm trying, Percy. You have to believe me. Times just aren't easy," he shook his head, letting out another frustrated sigh. I decided he was probably sober right then and there. "But hey, I'm guessing you're here to see Annabeth, not listen to all of my woes."

I nodded, scratching the back of my neck awkwardly. "I went—" I stopped, not certain as to if I could really call where Mr. Chase, Annabeth, and the rest of their family used to live their home. For some reason, it didn't seem like a home with the two of them missing from it. "Matt and Bobby said that she went to visit you." Deciding that if I said anything more it probably wouldn't come out correctly, I stopped there. It was more than likely a good idea.

"Yeah, she's here," he stated, swinging the door back more to let me in. "I'm probably as surprised as you are, Percy." He mumbled the last bit, but I had a feeling he meant for me to hear it.

I shrugged, not seeing as to what there was to be surprised about. "She still loves you," I said simply, knowing that there wasn't much more to explain. Annabeth may have loved Mathew and Bobby, but her father would always have a really big place in her heart. He was her father whether or not they had the best relationship there ever was between son and daughter; they just couldn't compare it to that of any one else.

"Eh, I don't understand why sometimes, but like I said, we are not going to keep talking about me," he ended the conversation, leading me further into the apartment and stopping in the living room. "First room on the left, down that hall," he pointed towards a short-ish hall that ended with a door. "She'll be happy to see you," he added with a smile that reminded me of when I used to visit Annabeth when we were younger, back when things seemed easy: no fights seemed to occur and alcohol didn't seem to exist.

Walking down the hall, I considered the multiple ways that I could block myself from a possible attack from Annabeth. I would probably block my arms seeing how she always punched those. Then and again, the legs would be easy to get to with a nice kick. Or, maybe she would go for the face… Okay, so I'm joking about the last part. However, I really wasn't sure how Annabeth would react to me being there in the first place. I was hoping that it would be a good reaction as I turned the doorknob to meet her first surprised then smiling face. Yeah, it appeared to be a good reaction.

"Hi," I said, not sure of what else there was to say. Okay, so there was probably a lot more to say at that time, but nothing else was coming to my brain. Plus, there has never been something wrong with saying hi.

She rolled her eyes, gesturing for me to come in, "What are you doing here?" I guess I wasn't too surprised by that question. I mean, we had been fighting recently and all.

Closing the door, I looked around the room, not that there was much to see besides a couple of white walls, a desk, a bed, and a bedside table. It was short of showing any real signs of it being Annabeth's room. "Well, Matt and Bobby said you were here."

"I meant…" She paused, cocking her head to the side, biting her lip to keep her smile at bay, "Percy, I meant why did you come to see me." I cleared my throat, wondering if it really were a mistake that I came to visit Annabeth. "Not that I'm unhappy to see you," she amended quickly, setting the book down on her bed that had been in her hands a few seconds earlier. "It's just that… with the way we had ended things three days ago and a few days before that as well…"

"Yeah, those didn't go too well?" I asked aloud, not really looking for any real answer from her. I took a deep breath, trying to put down the nerves that seemed to come out of nowhere. "I figured that we should spend the last day of winter break like we normally did. You know, just hanging out and doing nothing."

"We were always so productive," Annabeth joked, her grey eyes sparkling. It had been a while since I had seen her that happy, even if it were for a passing moment.

I grinned, "What better way is there to make the day last really long than doing nothing?" Really, there's no better way to do it, if you ask me.

She raised an eyebrow, shaking her head lightly. "You have always had weird logic, Seaweed Brain." Her eyes scanned my face quickly before she pushed the book onto the table next to her bed and beckoned me over. "So, what were your plans then, to do nothing?"

Walking over to her, I sat on her bed, wondering how we could always go back to normal so quickly. It was something that I could never figure out, and I was pretty certain Annabeth didn't know how either. "Well, I figured talking would be a good way to make the time last really long, especially if you go on and on about architecture and crown moldings and scaffolding and water and sand and wood," I teased her, drawling at each word that I said.

"Shut up," she shoved me lightly, rolling her eyes. "I don't talk about water when I talk about architecture." Could of fooled me… Then and again, I tended to zone out at the first time of anything being about architecture.

I raised an eyebrow. "And the most amazing thing about the Empire State Building," I said, changing my voice into one obnoxiously high where I could barely even talk, "is that they cut out a mote so that they could fill it with water."

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head more vigorously. "Okay, I don't even talk like that, number one. And number two, the Empire State Building does not have a mote. So, I don't know what New York you have been living in all your life."

Alright, so maybe the Empire State Building didn't have a mote, but I didn't think Annabeth would go all logical on me… Who was I kidding? I just didn't think it through at all. "Puhh," I blew out a breath, in disbelief, "obviously you still think you're in California."

"Percy, I barely even remember California. I was two years old when I moved here," she explained, shifting backwards on the bed to rest her back against the wall. She closed her eyes for a second, and I took the time to notice the way the corners of her eyes still crinkled slightly due to the small smile on her lips. Man, I had missed her.

I untied my shoes so that I could get more comfortable, not wanting to put my sneakers on her bed. "Do you think you would be different if you had stayed there?" It was a valid question that I often thought about whenever it came up that she had lived in California. Would she still be Annabeth? Would she still be this Annabeth?

"Hmm?" She asked, probably looking for some form of clarification.

"I mean, you would fit in California really well," I explained, earning an eyebrow raise from Annabeth. "You know what I mean. You're tan, have blonde hair, and the only thing that ruins it is the fact that you have startling grey eyes and not blue. So, do you think you'd still love architecture and everything had you stayed in California?" Would you still be Annabeth? I added in silently, not having the confidence to ask her it.

She let out a breath, "I don't know, really." Her face changed into an expression of thought while I pulled my legs onto her bed. "I'd like to think that I would be the same, but I wouldn't have met you. So, I guess I could never know."

"Like I made a big difference," I joked, but really, what difference could I have made in her life? I figured being in New York would be what made the difference and all the other people here, not me specifically. Sure, Annabeth made a significant mark on my life, but I guess I never thought the same could true of me for her.

She rolled her eyes, smiling at me affectionately, something that I hadn't seen in a while and, well, dearly missed. "You've made a difference, Percy. I've known you for too long for you to have not, Seaweed Brain."

I shrugged, sliding back on her bed to sit next to her against the wall. "So, are you saying that your life would just be absolutely miserable had you not met me? You would be crying every day because you didn't have a clueless kid as your best friend? No one to go to…" I joked lightly, not taking the turn in conversation entirely serious. It still didn't make sense to me that I could have made such an impression upon Annabeth Chase.

"Oh definitely," she joked along, flattening my hair with her hand absentmindedly. It was something that she normally did after my hair got past a certain length. That generally occurred because my hair got really unruly during that time. "But seriously, I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you, Percy." Seriously, I repeated that and the rest of the sentence probably a thousand times in my head; she was being serious then.

Turning my head towards her, I raised my eyebrows, surprised at the fact that she was actually saying anything close to being heartfelt. It definitely wasn't a normal Annabeth thing to do. It probably had something to do with the fact that we had more arguments than normal the past few days. Wait, let me clarify that, we had actual arguments because it was common that we didn't agree on something multiple times on a daily basis. "We haven't been getting along well," I complained, tired of all the arguments we had before and missing the times like these, times where everything seemed easy. Yeah, easy was nice, nice and simple.

She nodded, still messing with my hair. "I'm sorry about that," and I knew she was because there was not a hint of jest in her voice or an expression of it on her face.

"I am too," I said honestly, rubbing my head against her hand for a second, evoking a smile from her.

She sighed, flattening the back of my hair, more than likely unsuccessfully. "Can we talk about it another day? I just don't want to spend our last day of winter break talking about that."

As much as I wanted to get it out into the open, looking into Annabeth's eyes told me that now was not the time to have that conversation. And looking back on it, I was happy that we could just have a normal day together like before things got in the way as of late. "Sure, I think I can do that." Plus, I was too tired to really argue with her anyways.

She sent me a thankful smile. "Please tell me you're getting a haircut today." Annabeth always seemed to be the one to dictate when my hair got too long, and the second my mom heard it from Annabeth's mouth, the two of them would gang up on me to get my hair cut. Otherwise, they'd claim, they would do it themselves, and I wouldn't like the outcome.

"I'm getting a haircut today," I said obediently, keeping my expression serious.

She punched my arm lightly before going back to flatten my unruly hair. "I'm being serious. How long did you plan on growing it? It's already at the bottom of your neck." I really didn't think it was that long or anything…

I shrugged, running a hair through my hair to only earn an annoyed look from Annabeth. I did it out of habit, alright, not to mess up whatever neatening she had accomplished. "I was thinking mid back would look pretty hot, don't you think?"

"Maybe if we were cave people that would be impressive," Annabeth sarcastically replied, rolling her eyes at my question.

"Girls grow their hair that long all the time and are really excited about that fact," I retorted, resting my head in her lap to lie down. It was something that we used to do before almost all the time, and, well, I was also tired and in need of a nap.

She shook her head, playing with my hair now instead of attempting to get it under control. "It's a good thing I love you," she remarked easily, pulling lightly on a couple of strands.

"Does this mean we're getting married?" I asked, looking up into her grey eyes in an attempt to be romantic. I was certain I was failing. "Should I set the wedding date and call those people on the street. I bet that lady who ran into me would love being the flower girl." Yep, I was definitely failing, but there was nothing wrong with trying. Plus, it was all in good jest.

Annabeth rolled her eyes, running her hands absentmindedly through my hair. "I can't believe you went that far yesterday."

I cocked my head to the side in place of shrugging, "I didn't think much of it, honestly. It was just to have some fun, and it's not like I really knew any of those people anyways. Plus, it was worth it to make you…and Luke laugh." When she ran her fingers through my hair, I closed my eyes out of enjoyment, the feeling being something close to heavenly.

"Sometimes I forget how sweet you can be," she said with a slight tease in her voice, continuing to run her fingers through my hair. However, the rest of her tone told me she was being rather serious.

I raised an eyebrow, surprised by her comment. "Me? Sweet? Don't let it get around. It'll change my reputation." I jested, deciding to play on the light, teasing tone instead of her serious one.

"Oh yes," Annabeth joked along, sliding my hair off my forehead, "if it gets out, then the remaining half of the girls will want you, too. Now, that would be such a problem," she joked but I sensed something serious in her underlying tone that could almost be lost, but I somehow caught.

"It wouldn't matter," I said, yawning as I started to be lolled to sleep. It wasn't that the talking was boring, but I was actually fairly tired when I first arrived. Plus, she wasn't talking about architecture, so it wasn't like I didn't understand what she was saying.

Her fingers' movement paused for a second before she continued onward. "And, why is that?" Her voice was quieter than before as it barely made it into my consciousness. Or maybe, it sounded quieter because I was almost asleep at that time. Yeah, it was probably that one.

I'm not certain what I said, but whatever it was, it made Annabeth stop running her fingers through my hair, right before I fell completely asleep.

Maybe it was because I was just waking up, but Annabeth's legs felt a lot softer than I had previously remembered. I stretched, yawning, becoming aware of the fact that there must have been something wrong with Annabeth's legs since they were feeling remarkably soft, too soft.

"Finally waking up?" I heard Annabeth say, her voice sounding further away than just being right above me.

I groaned, burying my head deeper into what appeared to not be Annabeth's legs the longer I laid there. "Your legs got a lot softer while I was sleeping," I muttered, inhaling a scent that could only be Annabeth's, a slight hint of lemon that worked well only for her.

She chuckled lightly, the bed sinking slightly to my left before I felt Annabeth's hand run through my hair once. "That's because your head's on a pillow, Seaweed Brain," she explained, ruffling my hair lightly before removing her hand altogether; I groaned, missing it.

I opened my eyes slowly to see Annabeth bending over a book, probably the one she had been reading when I first walked in her room. There were times where I wondered if she would spend all her time reading if she didn't have to go to school and do other things. "Time?" I asked, closing my eyes again, wanting to go back to sleep.

"Three," she said quickly, and I guessed that she was already back to reading her book once again. Although I was tempted to tell her to just read it aloud, I knew it would probably just end up putting me back to sleep. That, of course, would not do anything to help me at all, especially when Annabeth would become slightly offended by the fact that I fell asleep...

"How long was I asleep?" I asked, too lazy to do the math myself. Plus, I had no idea when I fell asleep, and I figured Annabeth had probably made note of it without even trying. She was good at that.

I could tell that she was rolling her eyes before she replied, not even needing to open my eyes and see it. "Two hours, Seaweed Brain." I heard a book close and opened my eyes to see Annabeth looking at me quizzically. "Talk to me about the play," she said simply, her expression set.

I raised an eyebrow, turning onto my back to look up at her ceiling. Where to start… "What about the play?" I asked, knowing that she probably didn't want to hear all about the normal rehearsal days and notes that I got for my horrible acting.

"Wherever you want to start," she said, shifting on the bed to, my guess at least, get more comfortable.

I drummed on my stomach absentmindedly. "I hate the play. I suck at acting and am going to ruin it for Calypso in the end. I'm only doing it because everyone just wants me to, and I don't want to let anyone down including you." I glanced up to see Annabeth raise an eyebrow. "Yesterday you told me I wasn't a quitter."

She rolled her eyes, pursing her lips for a second. "Yesterday, I meant that you shouldn't quit the play because Chiron offered. You never just give up. I meant that you shouldn't let the fact that you weren't getting something right away make you quit." Annabeth paused, pulling at the end of one of her curls before directing her gaze to me. "You shouldn't quit because you hate the play but—"

"Because I wouldn't want to ruin the play for everyone just because I need the extra credit," I finished what she was going to say, happy to have Annabeth back to give me, well, words of wisdom. That was why her nickname was Wise Girl, after all. "This is why I keep you around," I teased, Annabeth just shaking her head in response. "So, why won't you do all that crown molding and architecture stuff?"

"Crown molding," Annabeth muttered under her breath before actually addressing me. "You know that Rachel, Calypso, and I don't exactly get along well," she began, beginning to play with that same curl she had pulled on, seemingly unconsciously. "I didn't want to make you have to choose between them or me by being around the play. And plus, we weren't exactly on the best terms when Chiron asked me about it."

Knowing that Annabeth was serious, I sat up next to her, tugging on the end of one of her curls lightly. "You love architecture," I stated simply.

"I know," she sighed, pushing a stray curl behind her ear, "but I didn't want to be the best friend who makes things complicated for you. I get why Calypso and Rachel don't like me, but it doesn't mean I was going to be the reason that you guys stopped being friends." Yeah, if only I completely understood why all three girls didn't get along well… that would make things a heck of a lot easier.

"You know I'd do anything for you," I told her, putting my arm around her shoulder. It was true; I'd probably hold up the sky for her or go across the world if it meant saving her from any form of danger, however big or small.

She nodded, resting her head on my shoulder. "That's problem. You shouldn't have to give up your life just to appease me." Just to what..?

I furrowed my eyebrows, not entirely certain what she meant. "Appease?"

"Satisfy me," she explained, turning her head to rest her forehead on my shoulder. "You shouldn't have to give up two of your friends just because I don't get along with them." But, I would if that was what it meant to keep Annabeth as my best friend… and I guess that was the problem that Annabeth was getting at.

"Oh, makes sense," I muttered, biting the inside of my lip in thought. "Well, then, you shouldn't let that get in the way of the fact that you love architecture more than anything in the world." Believe me, I still sometimes wonder if Annabeth likes architecture more than she likes me, me being her best friend and all.

She rested her chin on my shoulder to look up at me, "When did you get so wise?" Her grey eyes met my green, and I wondered what I would possibly do if our friendship was actually destroyed by the fights we had.

I shrugged the other shoulder. "It helps having you for a best friend." Yeah, I know, corny and whatever but it's the truth.

Annabeth looked at me for a second, quizzically, before asking slowly. "Percy, do you remember what you said to me before you fell asleep?"

I scratched the back of my head, the time back then appearing pretty fuzzy. It was mixed with fingers in my hair and that blurriness that came with being on the brink of sleep. "Uh, not really…" I ran my hand over the front of my hair, "Should I remember?"

She shook her head, resting her cheek back on my shoulder. "Nope, I was just curious." Sure, Annabeth could be curious. However, the original look on her face told me she had a purpose for asking what she did. It also told me that she had no plans for telling me what that purpose was.

"Curious," I muttered, knowing well enough that there was more, but I wouldn't ask. No, I would just let it sit on top of the pile of things Annabeth and I merely pushed away for a later date. I wondered when that would be, when we would sit down and hash it all out. There would probably be crying, yelling, anger, sadness, and maybe, just maybe, there would be some happiness? I wasn't too certain about that one. "Curious," I said, again, tossing the word around my mouth as I leaned my head against the wall, "didn't that kill the cat?"

"Curiosity killed the cat," Annabeth corrected, lifting her head off my shoulder to lean it against her wall, "and it's a good thing I'm not a cat." Yes because it would be rather awkward if I felt about a cat the way I felt about you.

I nodded, stowing that away for a later time as well. I would ask her what it meant, why curiosity was such a bad thing in this case. Wasn't it what everyone had always wanted? Wasn't it what we were always instructed to be? Curious? To want to learn? At what point were we supposed to stop being so curious? "Why?" I asked, deciding that there was no better time to ask than now.

She raised an eyebrow, looking at me inquiringly. "What do you mean?"

I shrugged, not certain as to whether or not I really should ask; why was I so worried about the time to ask? Before all the arguments, I never considered if it was the right time to ask things; I just did it. So why, now, when our time may have been numbered, the numbers getting infinitely smaller, did I hesitate to ask? "Curiosity," I continued, forcing myself to forget about the arguments, "why did it kill the cat?"

She looked amused, and I wasn't sure why that was. But seconds later, her expression turned into something thoughtful, almost as if she weren't truly seeing this time period but reliving an earlier memory that she had. Her lips turned slightly upward. "Because," her voice seemed far away, lost in another reality, "because sometimes you find out too much or get into things that you shouldn't." Her eyes focused on mine, the seriousness evident. "In terms of the literal cat, they could get killed if they became too curious in the kitchen. Metaphorically, in terms of a human, curiosity may lead us to find out things that we don't want to know, things that could hurt us or as a child devoid of one's innocence."

"Devoid?" I asked for clarification, having somewhat followed what she was saying up until that point.

The amused expression came again. However, her voice remained serious as she said, "Devoid, lacking, without." And sometimes, I wondered if she herself had been too curious.

We talked for hours, sometimes about unimportant things ("It would be ridiculous to ask the lunch ladies to make blue food especially for you, Seaweed Brain." "What about as an April Fool's joke?" "… Good luck."), other times about significant things. Okay, so most of the things were unimportant, however they didn't always appear to be that way around Annabeth. Many times, the things we spoke about seemed to be of the utmost significance as we lay sprawled on her bed, speaking of school, people, cats, and dogs. "Yes, Percy, I suppose you could say curiosity killed the dog." It was odd how it worked out, how we just fell back into our normal swing of things, but each of us knew that our pile of issues was sitting right outside that room, waiting to be confronted. That pile, though, it could wait until another day. Because eventually we would confront it, that day was not the day for such matters.

"Annabeth… I should go," I muttered with great reluctance, glancing towards the clock that said it was nearing nine thirty. I wanted to stay; I wanted to talk more. I just wanted to not leave her room and face the fact that we still had problems that needed fixing.

She pursed her lips, glancing towards the clock herself before fixing her attention to me. "Yeah, you should probably go soon," she conceded, her lips closing tightly thereafter as if there were more words that wanted to come tumbling out.

They didn't, though, and it was probably because Annabeth was too stubborn to say them.

I nodded, scratching the back of my head as a time killer. No, I didn't want to kill the time because I actually wanted it to last longer. I wanted to stop the time and just stay there forever, where it seemed easy, where I didn't have to think about our fights, Luke, and going to school the next day. "Yeah, I have to drive home," I explained, remembering the fact that I at least wouldn't have to pay a meter fine since Albert, their doorman of sorts, had let me park in the parking garage.

"Really? I thought you had to walk," Annabeth retorted, a small smirk spreading across her face. It was a good thing that sarcasm didn't hurt my feelings or else I would probably be weeping on the floor after spending five minutes with Annabeth. Plus, I originally didn't get sarcasm when she first started using it, so it really just made her be even more sarcastic in the first place. Sarcasm was hard, alright?

I shrugged, tapping her bed absentmindedly. "Yeah because that would be such a nice walk," I replied, continuing to tap out some random beat that I made up in my head on her bed. It was a way for me to do something, since I had never been good at having to sit still for any period in time, much less an extended one.

Annabeth rolled her eyes, the corners of her lips bending downwards. "I don't want this day to end," she whispered quietly, closing her eyes as she let her head rest against the wall behind her, her neck extending.

I smiled slightly, turning my head to look at her, a wayward curl having fallen out of her ponytail. It was random, yes, but I knew she was speaking exactly what was on both of our minds; I, too, didn't want it to end. "Why?" I asked, wondering if it were the same reason that I didn't want it to end as well, wondering if she would actually say the words this time instead of holding them back like she had before.

She bit her lip, rolling it between her teeth, and I was certain that she wouldn't answer my question. Annabeth was always good at dismissing topics she didn't want to discuss; I figured this was one of those topics. "Because tomorrow, everything goes back to the way it was. We had our arguments, and we're not getting along. These past two days won't matter," she closed her eyes tighter, running her tongue over her lips before pressing them together tightly. It appeared she didn't plan to say anything more than what she already divulged; it was pretty much classic Annabeth.

I shook my head even though she couldn't see it. I don't know why, but I had felt that I had needed to for some reason because I had known it was true. I had known that tomorrow we would have to face our problems and issues, and we had no idea what would happen after that. It would have been nice if we could at least have known. "They'll matter," I said, rolling my bottom jaw in thought. They had to matter. They couldn't just be two days that became forgotten. "We'll remember them, so they'll matter." They couldn't not matter. I wouldn't let them not matter.

Her chuckle was light, no real humor behind it but breathless sounds. "And if we forget them?"

"We won't," I answered quickly, turning my head back to the ceiling, sitting just as she was. These days couldn't be forgotten. They were too good, too close to perfect for that to happen. They were too close to perfectly normal for me to forget them in the wake of all the change that was happening between us. All the change that neither of us seemed to be able to control as much as we desired to stop it or at least decide how it changed.

Our breathing filled the silence for a while, the normal in and out that reminded us of the fact that we were still alive, that we still had time to live. We still had more days together as long as we continued to breathe; it was a small assurance. "How long will you remember them?" Her words quietly cut through the almost silence, disrupting the rhythm that had once been made by our breaths.

I could feel the smile start to form on my lips, one that I knew Annabeth could see without even opening her eyes. "Always," I stated, listening to the way the word sounded in the air and our breathing, once again, became the only sound for a short while, "I'll always remember them."

January 4th ~ Day 12.


AN: I hope you enjoyed good, old best friend percabeth. I love the word "always," especially from the Hunger Games and from Harry Potter.

Until next time,

~Jam
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