AN: I do not own any of the wonderful characters thought up by Rick Riordan. It's my first fanfiction and I would love not to get sued. Anyways, enjoy!

Percy woke to Annabeth slapping him in the face in her sleep. "Ow!" he groaned looking to see what hit him. On his right side lay Annabeth, curled into a ball, soundly sleeping. Her blonde curls were draped across his arm. He wriggled his arm out from underneath her, careful not to disturb her slumber and turned onto his left side to check the time on his phone.

10:37am

Percy saw he had one new email and opened his inbox.

Percy,

Merial got food poisoning.

Filming cancelled

-Tom

He smiled contently and wrapped an arm around Annabeth, overcome by a desire to resume his rest. She snuggled up against him, "I do wa-a go," She mumbled into his chest, "Piper stop." Percy's smile grew wider as he watched her cute subconscious rambling, "No, Jace we're…" he stroked her hair, "work." he stopped suddenly, the word hitting him like a delayed pile of bricks. Annabeth was probably late for work!

"Annabeth?" he sang with a degree of urgency.

"I don't e-en nee-" Annabeth sleep grumbled, squishing her face with her hands.

"Annabeth," he said more forcefully this time,

"Piper-joe no-"

"Annabeth!" he shook her. Annabeth's eyes shot open, suddenly awakened.

"What?" she replied crankily, realizing who was speaking.

"It's 10:30," he motioned to the clock next on his bedside table.

"So what?" Annabeth whined but before Percy could answer she snapped up and jumped out of the bed, "Fuck!" She leaned against a wall, stabilizing herself. She'd stood up too fast. "I'm so so so late!" She ran around looking for her dress which contained her phone. She desperately hoped Piper had answered her texts. She finally found her phone. She opened it. No missed calls, no texts, no nothing. She frowned, it might have been common for Piper to be late but it was unlike her to miss work altogether. She closed her phone and reopened to home screen to check the time again.

10:46

Thursday, July 14th.

Annabeth let out a loud sigh of relief. It was Thursday, her day off. She fell back onto the bed, breathing heavily. "Um Annabeth," Percy crawled over the bed and poked her cheek, "work?"

"It's my day off," she closed her eyes and willed her body to go back to sleep.

"What are your plans?" Percy asked, coming up with 101 things he and Annabeth could do together.

"Sleep," she replied in a monotone voice slightly muffled by a pillow.

"C'mon" Percy said, playfully pushing her off the bed, "let's do something fun"

"Let's sleep,"

"Together?" Percy raised an eyebrow, "because I'm down." Annabeth rolled her eyes internally and slapped his arm. "Annabeth," he pouted his lips, "aren't you hungry?"

"No," Annabeth shrugged but her stomach growled in disagreement.

"Eggs and bacon?" he laughed. Annabeth didn't look overly enthused, "Hash Browns?" She didn't even crack an eyelid, "Pancakes?" He suggestion elicited a small smile, "you want pancakes." He decided and strolled lazily to the small hotel kitchen sorting through the cabinets.

"I know for a fact you will not find any pancake mix in there," Annabeth yawned as she got up from the bed.

"I'll go get some then," Percy picked up his keys and wallet off the kitchen counter, "there's a-"

Annabeth held out an arm and stopped him,"Percy, it's fine," She walked over to the mini fridge, "I can just have…" she pried it open, "ketchup, whisky and ham?" She raised an eyebrow at Percy, letting the fridge door fall shut.

"I like ham," he shrugged. Annabeth opened her mouth to argue but before she could say anything Percy bent down and gave her a quick peck on the cheek, "you should shower," Percy grinned, "a lesser man might say you look like a panda,"

"What?" Annabeth chuckled nervously, unsure what he was referring to.

"A pretty panda," he pushed past Annabeth's still outstretched arm and turned the knob on the front door, "but still a panda."

He shut the door, leaving Annabeth to wonder what he'd meant. She sighed. She didn't want to give Percy the satisfaction of knowing he was right but a warm shower sounded heavenly. Annabeth crossed her arms across her chest and tapped her foot lightly against the hardwood floor, weighing her options. She glanced at the bathroom door.

It was slightly ajar, showing off the beautiful marble bath tub. Ooo I could take a bath, Annabeth tilted her head to the side and pictured her body enveloped in warm luxurious bubbles, No, he said shower, not a bath! She shook her head, scolding herself. But a bath would be so nice, she heard a voice in the back of her head. No. She said firmly, deciding against it. She was a guest in Percy's room. It would be impolite to use his bathroom as she pleased.

She walked into the bathroom, ignoring the ever tempting gleam of the bathtub and turned on the shower. In no time at all, it was steaming hot. She pulled off her comfy clothes and set them on the bathroom counter. She rubbed the eye boogers out of the corner of her eyes and smiled at herself in the mirror. Her smile vanished the minute she realized what Percy had meant when he'd called her a panda. Even though she had washed her face the night before, residue mascara had created dark circles around her eyes. Annabeth shook her head. Panda. She would never be able to look at the bear the same way. Annabeth showered as quickly as possible, hoping she would be out before Percy got home. Unfortunately however, she was distracted by the enormous amount of decorative soaps and by the time she exited the shower, Percy was already flipping pancakes.

"Hey," Annabeth walked out of the bathroom, drying her hair with a towel. She had put Percy's clothes back on after the shower.

"Hey," Percy carefully transferred a pancake from pan to plate.

"Need any help?" asked Annabeth, a small smile painted her face as she observed the breakfast Percy had laid out for the two of them. On the white wooden table he had set two cheap looking place mats, utensils, napkins, and glasses.

"Nope," he slid a plate of pancakes over to her.

"Percy?" She pursed her lips, "Why are they blue?" She asked, staring down at the strange stack of pancakes.

"Oh," Percy turned off the stove and sauntered over, his pancakes in one hand and the maple syrup in another, "I'm not sure," he shrugged, peering down at the pancakes in front of him, "I guess everything just tastes better when it's blue," Annabeth nodded slowly

"Hm," she mused.

"What?"

"I'm just trying to figure out if it's cute or if it's a red flag." Annabeth replied, sitting down across from him.

"Blue flag," Percy grinned as he cut himself a big piece of pancake. Annabeth poured the maple syrup over her pancakes and took a big bite. Pretty good, she thought herself and took another bite. She looked up after three or four more colossal bites, Percy was staring.

"What?" She smiled through a mouthful of blue pancake. Percy swallowed his bite and grinned.

"Do you like them?" he asked, though he could already tell from her wide smile and bright eyes.

"They're really good," Annabeth chewed.

"So," Percy pushed pieces of his pancake around with his fork, "do you mind if I ask you something?"

"No," Annabeth smiled and shrugged, "I'm pretty sure nothing you ask can ruin these pancakes."

"Why did you and Luke break up?"

"Oh," Annabeth swallowed hard and took a sip of milk before answering, "It's… kind of a long story,"

"It's fine," he balanced his fork on the edge of his plate, "you don't have to tell me."

"No, no," Annabeth picked up her head but was still unable to meet his eyes, "you're my fake boyfriend. You probably deserve to know." She put her fork down and clasped her hands together under the table, unsure where to begin.

"Luke and I have known each other for a long time. We first met through Thalia. She'll deny it if you ask but I know they used to have a thing. I found photos of them together." Annabeth kept her eyes on a light fixture behind Percy. "So, slowly, overtime Luke and I became friends and then we became more than friends. I was just a sophomore and he was this amazing upperclassmen. At the beginning I was so happy but he started to change. He became more possessive, wanted to know what I was doing, who I was talking to. I figured he was just protective because he loved me."

Annabeth felt a lump in the back of her throat but she pushed past it and kept going, "Then, one day, he didn't go to school because he was 'sick,'" she air quoted, "and his parents were out of town. I had just returned early from a vacation and wanted to surprise him," Annabeth felt her face getting hot, she no longer felt any sadness when she looked back on their relationship, only anger. It still made her boil inside just to tell the story.

"I knocked, but no one answered so I let myself in. I walked into his bedroom and there he was with Heather, a friend of mine from school." Percy watched Annabeth tell the story, frightened by her vacant eyes, "I was so shocked. I didn't saw a word. I stumbled downstairs and sobbed. Then he came downstairs completely naked and tried to explain himself. He told me he still loved me, that he was lonely, that it wasn't what it looked like."

"What did you say?" Percy questioned in a quiet cautious voice.

"I threw up on him," Annabeth said with a humorless chuckle. Under different circumstances Percy might have laughed but the devastation Luke had caused Annabeth didn't seem like something he wanted to joke about, "he called me a hundred times but I didn't answer, I couldn't bare to hear his lying voice. The next day Thalia, another friend of mine, practically waterboarded one of his football friends for the truth. The web of lies began to unravel after that. I ended up finding out he had cheated on me not once, not twice but eight separates times.

"Eight times," Percy whispered in disbelief. Annabeth was amazing. Who would ever risk losing her?

"Not eight times, eight girls." Annabeth finally met Percy's gaze, speaking in a monotone voice she continued, "he had cheated on me with eight different girls." Annabeth took a big bite of blue pancake, "one of them Drew, a girl who'd never been nice to me. A girl who he'd told me he hated" she shook her head, desperate to change the subject, "your da-"

"Have you ever been on a boat?" Percy asked standing up suddenly.

"Percy I live in California, not Kentucky," She raised an eyebrow at him, "of course I've been on a boat."

"You may have been on a boat before," Percy began cleaning up, "but you've never been on my boat before." Annabeth rolled her eyes, of course he owns a boat.

"Percy," She finished her pancakes and helped him clear the table, "I don't even have a bathing suit."

"You can just wear what you wore on Tuesday," He shrugged. She whacked his arm with her plate, careful not to spill any of the excess syrup. "C'mon, Annabeth," he beamed, his eyes tempting her as he rubbed his bicep where she'd hit him. "We could have so much fun," Annabeth pretended to be thinking, even though she'd already made up her mind, "just you, me and miles and miles of Pacific Ocean." She smiled, mystified by Percy's ability to take her mind off of Luke, off of her troubles. "Yes?" he shook her shoulders.

"Yes," She laughed, steadying herself, "I lied, I have a bathing suit in my room but that means I have to get a new key from the front desk."

"Perfect," he grinned, "I'll meet you outside your building in," he paused for a moment, thinking, "30 minutes?"

"Sounds good," Annabeth replied, handing Percy the plate she was still holding. She picked up her still damp blue dress from the night before and walked out of the hotel room with a quick wave.

She rode the elevator down to the lobby. As she traveled down she tried to make herself look more presentable and less walk-of-shamey. She held her blue dress beside her in such a way that one might mistake it as a bag, if they weren't very observant. The elevator dinged and the doors opened to the employee filled, brightly lit lobby. She took a deep breath and strode over to the front desk. She kept her head down in case one of the supervisors was around. She arrived at the counter and lifted her head, only to be met with a pair of smug blue eyes.

"Jesus," Annabeth rolled her eyes and considered turning back, "Are you stalking me? How are you always around?" She asked irritated.

"Walk of shame?" he asked with a sour smile.

"No," she snapped, "I'm just locked out of my room. I need a new key card."

"You know, if you and your boyfriend want to fuck, it's probably better to do it somewhere else." His voice was too loud for Annabeth's liking.

"Luke!" Annabeth hissed, "Just give me my key card."

"I'll have to see your ID card." Luke replied, his voice void of emotion.

"Don't have it," Annabeth explained, running her fingers through her curly hair, "left it in the room."

"I can't give you a key card then," he pouted his lips and mocked sadness.

"Luke!" Annabeth snarled, "You know who I am, just give me my fucking key."

"Fine," Luke replied coolly, "Room number?"

"107B," He shuffled around behind the counter preparing the key then held it out to Annabeth when it was ready. She reached her hand forward to grab it but just as her fingertips touched it, he snatched it away.

"You know if you get caught with Percy you'll get fired right?" He spit.

"Awe," Annabeth put a hand over her heart, "you remembered his name," He grasped her arm tightly. She clenched her jaw when his nails dug into her wrist.

"I could tell Bill," he cocked his head to the side, a dark smirk playing at his lips, "you would get fired and wouldn't have anywhere to go."

"Maybe," Annabeth jerked her arm back, "but then you wouldn't be able to harass me everyday," she pulled the key card out of his stiff fingers and walked out the lobby without looking back. If she had glanced back, she might have seen Luke, as he hurriedly scribbled her room number onto the inside of his wrist.