Percabeth: Based on "Our Song" by Taylor Swift. Annabeth POV.

Disclaimer: We do not own these characters or this song.

I stick my hand out the car as Percy and I cruise down the empty back road of our town outside of New York City. The music from the radio is playing. Percy has one of his hands on the steering wheel and the other resting on the center console, holding my hand, fingers intertwined. Percy's hand on the steering wheel taps rhythmically to the song. The wind blows my hair in my face, so I move it to my left side to keep it out of my face.

I look around before turning the music down to where it's high enough for us to hear, but low enough for us to speak.

Percy looks at me and I look back. His black hair blows from the wind and his lips are pulled into a smile. I smile back at him. He noticed something's keeping my mind and his smile wavers.

"What's wrong?" Percy asks, looking at me. I shake my head, smiling lightly.

"Nothing, but, we don't have a song." I tell him. He gives me a confused look. "Like every couple has a song, and we don't."

Percy looks over at me, squeezing my hand slightly.

"Think about it, Wise Girl." He says. "Our song consist of me sneaking out late and tapping on your window. Us talking on the phone and you talk slow because your mom doesn't know we're talking. Our song is the way you laugh."

Percy laughs.

"What?" I ask, genuinely enjoying this.

"It's the first date when I didn't kiss you and I should've." Percy squeezes my hand. "But when I got home, before I went to bed, I asked the universe to play it all again."

I laugh lightly before leaning over to kiss him. He smiles and we continue down the road.

I walk from the porch inside, ready to just go to sleep. This day had gone so wrong, I'm done. I walk up to my room making my way to my bed to just plop down.

I stop at the roses and note on my bed. I pick up the note and read it.

'Sorry this day went so wrong, Wise Girl. It'll be better tomorrow. I'll stop by later after work. Just remember though:

Our song is the slamming screen doors, talking slow late at night and being quiet because your mom doesn't know. Our song is the way you laugh. Our first date when I didn't kiss you and I should have. When I got home and went to sleep after asking for it all to play again.

Love you Wise Girl.'

A big smile breaks out on my face. I go to put the roses in a vase, setting it on my desk. I set the note right next to it, having some motivation to do homework.

A month later, after listening to like every album that has live songs and listening to the radio, I still can't find a song that's as good as ours.

Because no song compares to ours. Our song is us slamming screen doors. It's the way he talks slow and quiet at night while we're on the phone because his mom doesn't know. Our song is the way he laughs, lighting up the room. It's when on the first date I didn't kiss him, but I should have. And when I got home, before I went to bed, I asked if it could all play again.

That's our song. That's Percy and Annabeth's song.

I was riding shot gun in Percy's car again. But when am I not? We're driving to town to go to our favorite coffee shop.

I grab a pen from the side of the door and a napkin from the center council. I lean against the dashboard, uncapping the pen.

"What're you doing, Annabeth?" Percy asks.

I look over at him, smiling. He looks over at me, hand still on the steering wheel. I move some hair from my face.

"Writing our song." I tell him simply.

He chuckles lightly, going back to driving. I start to write our song.