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Annabeth threw her head back and let out a bubbly laugh, a lovely noise that had Percy resisting the urge to pull her into his arms.

"You're lying," she wheezed, laying face down on the bed, "there's no way your mom is that mean."

"I'm not," Percy assured her, leaning forward over the empty plates scattered before them to push a blonde curl behind her ear.

"How'd she even find the tape?" Annabeth asked, incredulity clear in her statement.

"She told me she called the bar and they told her my friend, Rachel, had bought a copy and so she called Rachel who was more than eager to help embarrass me." Annabeth managed to swallowed another fit of giggles at the thought of Percy being utterly humiliated by a video of him drunk karaoking playing at his 18th birthday party.

"Rachel seems nice," Annabeth remarked, remembering briefly meeting her in a frenzy of jealousy at the gala.

"Yeah," Percy agreed easily, "she is."

"Not to ruin the moment," Annabeth bit her lip, wondering whether or not it was a good time to ask about his ex, "but Lola mentioned something about you two dating." Annabeth began to nervously tap her fingers against the covers, suddenly immensely interested in the non existent pattern on the white sheets.

"Jealous?" Percy joked, hoping to lighten the mood. Annabeth didn't say anything but he saw the corner of her mouth tug upwards, "Contrary to what the magazines reported," he explained, "Rachel and I never dated."

"Oh," Annabeth glanced up at him her lips curving involuntarily, feeling incredibly foolish.

"You are jealous!" Percy grinned, seemingly excited by the thought.

"Of course I'm jealous!" Annabeth exclaimed, "I love you, Percy!"

"I know," his grin only widened and he reached forward, a hand cupping the back of her neck and pulling her towards him, "but it's still nice to hear you say it." He closed the distance between their lips in a sweet kiss that was abruptly interrupted by the clattering of the dishes sitting between them.

Annabeth pulled away, unable to wipe the smile off her face (not that she wanted to). She gazed into Percy's eyes and felt her pulse race at the love, longing and lust all bottled into the green of his irises.

"Movie?" he suggested, his hand still behind her neck. Annabeth nodded and he jumped up, cleaning the large bed. He stacked her plate on his and balanced the utensils atop it all. Annabeth felt marginally bad that she wasn't helping him as he carried the remnants of their dinner to the sink but was quite enjoying the view.

Percy and Annabeth's hadn't bothered to change back into their clothes, settling for slipping on their underwear instead. He was only wearing his blue boxers and Annabeth found her eyes straying to the taut wiry muscles of his shoulders as he bent over the sink to scrub the grease off the plates.

Percy peeked back at her and mistook her stare for one of confusion to which he responded, "I know the housekeeping cleans the plates but I feel bad. Before all the... this" he waved an arm around, not able to find the word, "I worked at a diner near my house and I know first hand how difficult it is to get food off a plate once it has hardened."

Annabeth felt a pang in her heart at his admission. Her only reply was a warm smile as she watched him finish. When he was done he sauntered back towards her and grabbed the remote off his beside table, tossing it into Annabeth's lap.

"Pick a movie," he instructed, walking to his dresser to find himself a shirt.

"No," Annabeth whined as he pulled a dreary black shirt over his perfect chest.

"What?" Percy questioned, a cute furrow between his brows, "I thought you wanted to watch a movie." He said, misinterpreting the object of her protest.

"I do," Annabeth tilted her head to the side, biting her bottom lip, "but maybe don't completely cover yourself." She muttered under her breath.

"Excuse me," Percy chuckled, having only heard the second half of her statement.

"Don't put on a shirt," Annabeth mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

"Why?" Percy questioned with a wide smile, clearly catching the entire phrase this time.

Annabeth flicked her eyes up at him. "Are you really gonna make me say it?" she inquired sharply.

"Yes," Percy grinned, relishing in the light blushing that tinted her cheeks.

"Fine," Annabeth straightened up, "you look very sexy with your shirt off, please don't ruin that image." She admitted, maintaining eye contact with him the whole time.

"You think I'm sexy?" Percy teased with a smirk, taking a step towards his girlfriend, pulling off his shirt in the process.

"If you don't know that," Annabeth crawled towards him on all fours, "then you really are a seaweed brain." They reached each other and Percy pressed his curved lips to hers in a soft kiss.

"At least let me put on pants," he pulled back and whispered.

Annabeth sighed dramatically, "if you must." Percy smiled and met her lips one last time before stepping back. The blonde threw herself back against the comfy bed, falling with her arms outstretched into the plush comforter. She stared up at the ceiling, movie selection forgotten as she considered where she had been only a few weeks earlier, mourning her cheating boyfriend.

Annabeth felt something light hit her chest and cast her eyes down at the blue t-shirt that Percy had flung at her. She sat up and saw Percy's dazzling eyes; they were inches from hers. She felt a rush of heat surge through her, as if she had just been doused with hot water.

"I know I said I wouldn't put one on," he explained, running a finger along her jaw, "but you might want to because otherwise I'll be inclined to jump you."

"I wouldn't mind," Annabeth remarked with a flutter of her eyelashes as his fingers traced small circles into her neck.

"Neither would I," he reasoned, "but it's midnight and you have to work tomorrow." Annabeth pouted playfully at the reminder of her early obligations. "Here," Percy took the clothing from it's wrinkled place in her hands and rolled it up, exposing only the arm holes, "I'll help." One hand snaked behind her back, undoing the clasp of her bra in quick time. He leaned down, peppering her mounds with butterfly kisses as he slowly removed the cups.

Annabeth shivered at his movements and drew her hands into tights fists as she resisted the urge to run her fingers through his messy hair. Percy sensually stroked down her side with one hand, the other preparing the shirt.

"Arms up," he uttered, his breath warm against her bare skin.

Annabeth did as he instructed and raised her arms, allowing him to easily slip the garment over her chest. He lifted his head and saw his girlfriend looking incredibly bothered with her lips slightly parted, her breathing harsh and uneven. Percy bent forward to catch her lips in a single languorous kiss.

"Pick a movie," Percy advised before stepping back to put on his pajama pants.

Annabeth swallowed past a lump in her throat and let out a silent giggle at his teasing. She promised she would get him back and took the remote once again, browsing the collection of movies available on demand. She had just narrowed it down to two films when Percy called her name, a question on the edge of his tongue.

"Annabeth."

"Mhm," She answered, flipping between an action movie and a romantic comedy.

"What's in the bag?" he asked, nudging the plastic convenience store bag she had completely forgotten about.

"Oh," Annabeth shrugged sheepishly, feeling slightly embarrassed. She jumped up from the bed and yanked the bag out of Percy's grasp before he could see what was inside.

"What are you hiding, Chase?" Percy narrowed his eyes playfully.

"It's stupid," Annabeth commented quickly, concealing the bag behind her back. Percy swooped an arm around her in an attempt to clutch the mysterious items but was unsuccessful. Another shot proved fruitless so he approached Annabeth with a new strategy.

"Percy," she wheezed as he suddenly leaped forward and his fingers began to savagely attack her sides, coaxing the truth out of her via laughter.

"Tell me," he required, "tell me and I'll stop." Annabeth resisted, her body convulsing beneath his fingers but was eventually forced to give in.

"Fine," she squeaked, "but you have to promise you won't laugh." Percy released her and stepped back, giving her a second to catch her breath. "So I was walking back to my room when I realized I loved you," she revealed, still holding the bag securely behind her, "I felt bad for the way I acted in the car. I wanted to do something special so I ran to the convenience store." Percy nodded along with her story, a slight smile emerging as she adorably rambled on.

"I thought I could get you blue flowers or something," Annabeth continued, "but as it turns out CVS doesn't sell blue flowers. So I had to get creative. The cashier suggested chocolates but that didn't feel special enough. I figured I could get a tattoo and asked the attendant if they sold tattoos. By some miracle he offered to give me a tattoo outback for a hand job I was so delusionally in love with you I almost said yes.

"But then I came to my senses and realized how ridiculous the idea was, no matter how nice the sentiment. They say its the thought that counts and I figured the thought that I was almost willing to risk the chance of dying from a sketchy infection I contracted behind CVS would be worth more."

"It would be a hell of a gravestone though," Percy remarked.

"When the whole tattoo thing didn't pan out I began scrambling down the aisles, desperately searching for something, anything that might prove to you how much I love you," Annabeth continued.

"Awe, Annabeth," Percy chuckled, her speech warming his heart, "you don't ever have to prove yourself to me." He leaned forward to kiss her but she stopped him by pressing a finger to his lips.

"Well," Annabeth ignored his lovely comment to finish her story, "I passed the hair dye section and thought, 'hey that's a permanent enough,' and…" she finally pulled the bag out from behind her back and thrust it towards him.

"Annabeth," Percy smiled, momentarily disregarding the hair dye to address her tale, "I don't need any reassurance that you love me, I know you do." He bent forward and this time Annabeth accepted his kiss. She smiled against his lips, her embarrassment gently washing away.

He ended their kiss and glanced down at the translucent bag in her hands. He reached into the container and pulled out a single box of white hair dye.

"You wanted to dye your whole head white?" Percy cocked an eyebrow at her in question.

"No," Annabeth protested, "I figured we'd only dye a streak or something- wait what?" the color of the hair dye drawing her attention, "white?"

"Indeed," Percy laughed, "didn't you realize?"

"No," Annabeth frowned, taking the box from him and peering at the cover image, "I was in panic mode. I just grabbed the first thing I saw."

"Well," Percy sat back on the bed, "I supposed they tabloids will call me a silver fox. I'll be the only graying seventeen year old in Hollywood... well, whiting I suppose would be a more appropriate term considering the color."

"It's okay, Percy," Annabeth reassured him, "we don't have to do it."

"Are you kidding?" Percy snatched the box from her hands and began to read the instructions on the back, "of course we're doing it."

"Are you sure?" Annabeth questioned with a nervous smile, "You don't think the tabloids will notice do you?"

"What do I care what they think?" Percy grinned, his eyes darting up to meet her weary gaze, "anyway, it's only a streak." Annabeth nodded though Percy noted she was still hesitant. "Do you want to?" he asked, his comment addressing her strange demeanor.

"By all means," hope glittered in her eyes, "but you're not just doing this to humor me? You're doing this because you want to, right?" Although she tried to hide her uncertainty Percy could still detect the tentative undertone

"Annabeth," Percy tenderly cupped her face with his free hand, his thumb gently stroking her cheek bone, "I love you. There's not a doubt in my mind that I want to do this."

"Okay," Annabeth replied, pursing her lips into a cute smile. Percy grinned back at her as he hastily opened the box, excitedly ripping at the cardboard seams. He dumped the contents out onto the bed Annabeth sorted through the little white packets, allowing Percy to read the instructions out loud.

"Mix solution immediately before applying to hair... mhm... ah," his eyes skimmed over information he deemed insignificant, "Don't get mixture in your eyes," he paraphrased, "apply solution to dry hair, wait allotted time and thoroughly rinse hair using provided shampoo." He glanced up at Annabeth, "sounds simple enough," he shrugged.

Annabeth picked up the small packet labeled, Step 1, and shook it so the powder would pool at the bottom. She silently read the instruction on the back and gestured for Percy to follow her into the bathroom. Once they were both situated she poured water into a provided container and subsequently dumped the white powder in, mixing the solution with a small spatula.

Percy loudly opposed the strong smelling concoction, exclaiming, "that smells absolutely foul!" when he returned from retrieving the two towels Annabeth requested.

"It's bleach," Annabeth informed, mildly amused by the funny way his face screwed up as he tried to avoid the chemical wafts of the dying compound. After a few minutes of constant stirring Annabeth decided the hair dye was ready for application. Then they ran into another issue, neither of them knew how to apply hair dye.

"What do they do at the salon?" Percy asked, an expectant expressing crossing his features.

"I don't know," Annabeth set the white dye container down on the bathroom counter to think, "I've never dyed hair."

"I have but they didn't really do anything special, just plastered the mush on my head," Percy considered, missing Annabeth's excited smile.

"You've dyed your hair?" she tried not to laugh, reading forward to brush her fingers along his mess of raven hair. One side of her wanted desperately to make fun of him whereas the other was deeply curious as to how he kept his hair so soft despite having dyed it.

"Yes," Percy scowled, not planning on disclosing that bit of information, "I was blonde for approximately a week before the director of the movie for which I dyed my hair decided it looked horrendous and quickly ordered it be reversed."

"You were blonde?" Annabeth clarified, lowering her hands "are there photos?"

"Don't worry," Percy leaned into her, his breath washing over her cheeks, giving her an odd twinge in her stomach, "I had them destroyed."

"Destroyed?!" Annabeth gasped dramatically, distraught by the mere thought of never witnessing a blonde Percy.

"Of course," Percy assured her teasingly "I couldn't risk a single bad photo damaging my stellar reputation."

"I'm sure," Annabeth quipped playfully then, turning back to the issue at hand, spoke again, "I remember the hair stylists used tinfoil," she recalled, gesturing towards the white paste, "though I'm not sure what for."

"Tin foil," Percy repeated thoughtfully, "I'm sure we could get some at the hotel convenience store."

"No," Annabeth shook her head, "I worked there a few weeks ago," she explained, "and I'm certain they don't carry any tinfoil. I theorize it's the hotel's way of ensuring guests are unable to preserve their food so they have to order the overly expensive room service."

"I'm going to call them," Percy decided and without further discussion proceeded to exit the bathroom and reach for the phone next to the bed.

"Who?" Annabeth questioned, following close behind him.

"Shh," Percy raised a finger to his lips, the black corded phone balanced between his shoulder and his ear, "Guest services."

"Percy," Annabeth hissed, placing a hand on his shoulder and turning his body to face her, "they're not going to bring you tinfoil."

"They'll make an exception," he smirked, "for the great Percy Jackson."

"No," Annabeth rolled her eyes, "even Percy Jackson doesn't have the power to make tinfoil magically appear."

"We'll see," Percy's mouth stretched into a grin and his voice grew slightly louder as he began speaking to the attendant. "Hi," Percy voice was smooth and deep like molasses, "this is Percy Jackson in room 1604… Of course, dear." He chuckled, "did you mention your name?"

"Percy," Annabeth grumbled, folding her arms across her chest, "stop flirting with her."

Percy spun around. "Are you jealous?" he inquired, holding a hand over the lower half of the phone.

"No," Annabeth denied and Percy's grin only widened, "Shut up," she warned, lightly shoving his shoulder back as her a light blush tinted her tan cheeks.

"Yes," Percy said leaving Annabeth confused until his next statement, "This may be a strange request Emily but could you bring me some tinfoil." Annabeth giggled and leaned over Percy, pressing the speakerphone button.

"Tinfoil?" the young female voice on the other end sounded throughout the room, "like the metal paper."

"Yes," Percy answered, speaking into the machine now.

"Um," the girl appeared to be thinking. Annabeth and Percy remained silent, awaiting her reply, and heard a muffled, "do we have tinfoil?"

"No" responded another voice. It was male this time and although it was faint Annabeth still recognized it as her ex boyfriend.

Annabeth ignored Luke's voice and mouthed 'I told you so,' to Percy.

Percy held up a finger, his lips indicating 'just wait.' Annabeth jumped back onto the bed, sinking into the plush comforter as the conversation on the other end continued.

"Are you sure?" Emily checked.

"I supposed we might," Luke offered, sounding annoyed, "why do you ask?"

"A guests is asking for it," she explained.

"Tell him we don't have it," Luke dismissed the request.

"But he's a VIP," Emily pressed.

"Fine," Luke sighed glumly, "I'll find some. What room?"

"Actually," Emily cut in, "I was hoping I would take it."

"Why?" Luke questioned with an accusatory tone. His voice grew louder and Annabeth knew he was leaning towards the girl, closer to the phone, "Who's the VIP?"

"Percy Jackson!" She whispered excitedly.

"Oh," Luke said, "I've actually been assigned especially to Percy Jackson," Annabeth knew he was lying but Emily made no effort to contest his claim, "So I'll be taking it to his room."

"It's room 1604," the girl replied in a defeated tone. There was brief silence on the line following by a short period of shuffling before Emily addressed Percy with a tone so cheery it bordered on painful, "the tinfoil will be delivered shortly."

"Thanks," Percy managed through a smug smile and hung up the phone. Annabeth rolled her eyes again and rushed back into the bathroom to attend to the solution they were instructed to apply 'immediately' after mixing.

"Do you want to watch something? The instructed said to keep in our hair for ten to twenty minutes to give it time to soak in" Annabeth suggested, walking out of the bathroom while stirring the dye, "Also we'll probably be waiting a while for the tinfoil."

"Why not?" Percy said easily, jumping back onto the bed. His hands patted the white covers until he found the remote. He lifted the device and examined the romantic comedy and action movie Annabeth had singled the selection down to.

"We don't have to watch those," she commented quickly.

"No," Percy shook his head, narrowing his eyes as he read over the descriptions, "they're perfect."

"Really?" Annabeth inquired incredulously, "How to Lose a Guy in 10 days and Fast and Furious are 'perfect.'"

"Okay," Percy reasoned, "Fast and Furious is horrible but your first choice is a winner."

"You've seen How to Lose a Guy in 10 days? She asked curiously, a brow raised.

"Of course," Percy explained as if it were obvious, "Kate Hudson is super hot and Matthew Mcconaughey is not bad."

Annabeth rolled her eyes but couldn't help a small smile. He played the movie and as the introductory credits flashed across the screen he went around the room, turning off the lights. Annabeth was still at the end of the bed, mixing the conciliation smooth when Percy jumped back into bed.

"C'mon," he laughed, the corner of his eyes crinkling adorably, "leave the dye and come lay with me." He patted the mattress to his right.

"Oh," Annabeth said sheepishly. She returned container in the bathroom so the chemically smell wouldn't bother then and climbed into the enormous bed. Annabeth curled up next to Percy, leaning on his shoulder as she watched the first scenes of the movie. Percy wrapped his other arm across her torso, pulling her even closer so her body was flush to his.

Annabeth revelled in his comforting warmth, her new position allowing her to rest her head back against his muscled chest. She breathed in deeply and turned her head slightly, glancing up at Percy. She lightly traced his stubbled chin with her index finger, noting the way his bright eyes reflected the movie.

"I love you, Percy Jackson" she breathed, the words tickling his neck. The admission escaped her in less than a whisper and she wasn't sure whether or not he'd heard her. Then his eyes flashed down towards her, a silly smile appearing across his face as he bent down to kiss her softly.

It was a gentle kiss full of compassion and understanding and kindness and love. With a mushy smile plastered on her face, she turned back towards the TV, perfectly content to wait all night for their tinfoil delivery.

a/n: sorry this scene is dragging out but I had a vision for it and I'm trying not to stray from that. Ah, its so weird. There are only a few chapter left before the end