im not entirely sure what possessed me to write this, but now i have and here it is. a little drabble of you. :)

so, this is purely platonic percabeth, because we don't see enough of that in this fandom, and, tbh, percabeth was my brotp before my otp, so yeah… and platonic love is so important, perhaps even more than romantic love.

music: 'Lazy Confessions' by The Moldy Peaches

setting: idk, they're fourteen and bffs

disclaimer: not mine, go away.

Annabeth's hair smells like lemons.

Percy decides this on a cool winter morning. It's mid-January and Annabeth is sitting on the floor in front of him, with her legs crossed and leaning heavily on her knees, and Percy is absent-mindedly playing with the long, curly tendrils, braiding them through his fingers and making a mess of them.

They're fourteen, and Annabeth is visiting because she wanted to see camp. She'd wanted to see Percy, mostly. And get away from her family for a bit. There was only so much time she could spend away from her best friend. She had friends in California, but they weren't Percy. They didn't click with her like Percy did.

Only she's not staying at camp this time. She's staying with Percy because she wants to and it's warmer in the Jackson apartment than it is in the Athena cabin, and to be honest, she just missed Percy a lot.

The Athena cabin is warm, and there are a few year-rounders, like Malcolm, she can talk to. But she likes to pretend that she's part of the Jackson family, because it's so functional and she likes to pretend that her family is functional, even if it's only for a week. And if she'd stayed at camp, she wouldn't be sitting in front of her best friend, with his hands in her hair, and feeling so incredibly content.

Percy had insisted they watch a movie that afternoon, because, funnily enough, they hadn't really done anything like that before. Because they spend a lot of their time together either going on potentially-fatal quests, or training.

So, it's a nice moment, and Annabeth is feeling really, truly relaxed for the first time in months, and it's peaceful. Neither of them are watching the movie they'd found on the T.V., and Annabeth's hair smells like lemons.

Percy pulls his fingers away from Annabeth's hair, and she leans against his knees, bending her head back and grinning at him, flashing the gap in between her two front teeth unashamedly.

"Why'd you stop?" she asks, stretching her legs out in front of her, wincing a little at the cramping.

"Because you smell," Percy quips back. He shifts on the couch. Annabeth leans forward so he can place his calves behind her back.

"Jerk." She leans back on his legs.

Percy turns the T.V. off. There's no point in having the thing on if neither of them are watching it. Annabeth turns around so she's facing him. She combs her fingers through her hair, sweeping it over one shoulder. It falls in a mess of curls just past her ribcage, and brushes her thighs when she leans over. She pats the spot beside her.

Percy slides off of the couch and sits beside her.

"You've made a mess of my hair," she remarks, her lips quirking up at the corners.

"I tend to do that to a lot things, you know," he drawls back.

Annabeth rolls her eyes, and bumps him on the shoulder. "Enough of your sass. Or I'll have to bring out my knife of death."

Percy snorts at this. "Okay, Annabeth. You do that."

"Shut up. I could totally take you."

"I know," he admits. "Not saying you couldn't."

The room is quiet for a moment. They can hear the steady hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen and their breathing.

They feel incredibly in sync at the moment. Percy's not entirely sure where this thought came from, but now that he's thought it he can't un-think it. That made no sense, but then again, nothing does. But they are so incredibly attached, it's like their very breaths are unified, similar to them when they're sparring. Always making up for the other's weakness, always completing and protecting.

"I love you, you know," Percy says finally.

Annabeth seems a little floored but quickly composes herself. She smiles at him. It's small, and she doesn't show any teeth, but her eyes are shining. "I love you too," she whispers.

"I don't know why it just hit me now," Percy hums. "I just really do. You're my best friend."

"You're my best friend too." Annabeth knocks shoulders with him.

Percy smiles at her. It's lopsided, his eyes are bright, and his hair is a mess, but then again, so is Annabeth. She's not sure where this sudden rush of affection came from, but suddenly she's really glad that Percy's her best friend, and that it's not someone else, because he fits her, and she fits him.

"I wish you lived closer."

Annabeth chews on her lip, and stares at her knees. "I do too."

"That's okay, though!" Percy says brightly. "Just makes this more special, I guess."

Annabeth grins at him. "You're such a dork."

"Yeah."

Percy pulls her into him, and kisses the top of her head affectionately, and the kiss smells like lemons.

ack. endings are not my strong suit.

sorry for any typos, as i wrote this in about an hour.

i've been really absent lately, and im sorry about that. im working on a much larger story, and its taking a lot longer than originally anticipated. i plan on having the first chapter of it up sometime in the near future. idk when though, so dont hold me to that.

thanks for reading. check me out on tumblr, where i reblog fandom things and stuff, and am currently in the process of posting my fics there: emblah01.

stay flamin'!

i've been watching too much Avatar.

-Lou