A/N: Hey guys! Back again with a little something longer this time!

Here ya go:

Drunk Percy sure had a lot to say. Sober Percy tried to shut him up, but the alcohol was making him lose a hold on what little sobriety he had left.

But on he rambled to the unfortunate person beside him about his black cat named Cas and how he was sure that he was some Supernatural being disguised as a cat.

"I'm telling you man, there is no way he could have gotten that high up."

The dude for his part, was fortunately also very drunk and didn't seem to mind the conversation and was nodding enthusiastically.

"Dude, you may be right. Cats are like, weird creatures."

So maybe the guy was also a little high. Drunk Percy was just glad to have someone agree to his theory.

He was about to continue when a hand grabbed his shoulder and pulled him the other way.

"Whaa-" he managed, disoriented. The world was suddenly very dizzy. When his vision cleared he was facing a very blonde and very angry Annabeth.

"Percy, it's two am, you have work tomorrow!" she scolded. "Why did you think this was a good idea?"

Ending up significantly drunk at a bar at two in the morning seemed like a great idea to Drunk Percy. In fact, this was the best idea he had had all week.

"Whatya talkin about, thisis great!" he cheered and moved to get his drink. Annabeth pushed it away.

"No, that's enough. Come one, let's get you home." And with that he was practically manhandled out of the bar.

"But Annabeth," he whined, dragging his feet like a child, "I was in the middle of a conversation."

"I doubt the guy even knows you left," she grunted back, shifting his weight a bit.

The sky rumbled and small droplets started to fall. She groaned.

"Great."

"Annabeth it's raining!" Percy shouted gleefully as a light rain began to fall.

"I see that, come on, we need to move fast to get out before it gets worse." She pulled him along faster.

But he stayed put looking up at the sky and the tiny droplets falling down on them.

"Percy," she groaned. "Come on."

He turned his gaze from the sky to her face. Her beautiful face with concerned eyes and soft lips and damp hair sticking to her cheeks. His best friend. His gaze softened.

"I've always wanted to kiss somebody in the rain."

She freezes at the words and watches him slowly approach her.

His head is clearing a bit, but when he bends his head down to kiss her lips it's like he's drunk all over again.

She lightly pushes him away, a blush covering her face.

"Let's go."

And he's pulled away once again before he can really process anything. One thing Drunk Percy knew for sure though, was that we would definitely not regret his decision in the morning.

-.-

Contrary to popular belief, Percy somewhat regretted his decision the next morning.

Actually, he thought, as his head started to spin with his attempt to sit up, he most definitely regretted his decision.

What was he thinking, going out to drink on a Thursday. Now he would need to call off work. Ugh, getting drunk sucked. It gave hangovers, made people do weird shi-

Shit he had kissed Annabeth.

That thought alone made him freeze and sober up faster.

The bedside table had a glass of water and some aspirin waiting for him, no doubt curtsey of Annabeth. God, he loved her. Which was also evidently a problem.

Shit, he really needed to talk to her. He moved to get up and once again his head started to spin. Maybe talk after he could function like a normal human being.

-.-

He took the liberty of buying a bag of chocolate covered pretzels on his way to her place. The hangover was mostly gone and he could now walk without too much pain so it was officially time to talk. Not that he was looking forward to it, but he knew it needed to be done.

She opened the door to the pretzels first and then Percy who had his behind them with a sheepish smile.

"I'm sorry?" he offered.

She sighed, took the pretzels and invited him in.

"Okay, first off I'm sorry that you had to drag me from a bar at two in the morning in the rain. You are officially the best person in the world so thank you. Secondly, I'm sorry for kissing you, I don't know what got over me, but it happened, and now I'm sorry…" his rambling came to a stuttering stop because he really didn't know what else to say.

Was he sorry, yes. Did he regret it, a little. Was it a stretch of the imagination to say he liked it, no.

In fact, he had wanted to kiss her for a while, probably why Drunk him was so on board with it, but he shouldn't have done it drunk.

Annabeth for her part was quiet, she took a pretzel and started to chew.

"Good call on these," she said, holding out the bag.

"And as for the apology, I forgive you. I know I'm awesome." She offered him a smile.

He smiled in relief. At least she wasn't mad.

"But I have a question," she interrupted his relief train, "the kiss, did you mean it?"

He paused.

"Yes," he answered truthfully. Because this was Annabeth. She deserved the truth. Even if it was something she didn't want to hear. Because they were best friends and could overcome anything. It didn't stop his heart from beating faster though.

"Okay."

He stared at her. His heart had been thumping waiting for her response and all she said was okay?

"Okay?" he questioned.

She nodded. "Okay."

And with that she patted the space on the couch next to her and offered him a pretzel as she perused through the TV.

He sat down and munched on the chocolaty goodness and thought about he had no idea what that was supposed to mean. It wasn't an acceptance and it wasn't a rejection. It just was.

But they were still friends, snacking on chocolate covered pretzels as Harry Potter began to play, so there was that.

He'd figure it out and she'd let him know what Okay meant later. For now, it just was. And it was okay.

A/N: So what did you think? Did you like it? I wanted to address a concept that I feel is not addressed properly a lot of the time. It is valid to like someone and it is valid to not like someone even if they like you. Just because someone likes you does not make you obligated to like them back, if they are an asshole about it that's wrong, if you're an asshole about it you're wrong. People are entitled to their feelings and both sides need to be respected.

That said, it's also okay to not know and take your time to figure it out, which is the case with Annabeth here. And despite a lot of fanfics (and trust me I read this trope a lot and usually enjoy it) I believe that if a friendship is strong enough, a person admitting their feelings will not ruin it. It should be a conversation that helps both parties move on.

Anyway, long winded authors note aside, I hope you liked this!

Please Review! I'd love to hear your thoughts! And as always, thanks for reading!

See ya! :)