Annabeth POV

My grey eyes slowly blinked open, squinting at the sunlight that poured in from the window, and the curtains that I must have forgotten to close last night.

I recalled the events from last night. Falling asleep while watching the chest Christmas movie with my family. Briefly waking up in Percy's arms as he carried my bridal style up the stairs to our room. Hs gently coaxing to remove my contacts before I fell asleep.

With my heart swelling from admiration, I slowly turned my head to look at my sleeping partner. His back was facing me, and once again he took off the rib brace and shirt, and so I was able to admire the curves and crevices of his tan back.

The damn man lived in Denver…. How was he so tan?

Our legs were touching, and although part of me screamed to remain in the comfortable bed with the hot boy, the rational side of my brain was begging to go workout and maybe attempt to clear my head from my conflicting thoughts.

Later in the day, Fredrick wanted to take Percy and I to the Fisherman's Wharf, which was mainly a tourist attraction with some great clam chowder. I admired the way that my dad was trying to reach out to Percy, and make him not feel like such an outsider. Where was this consideration and conclusive mentality of his all these years that I have been suffering?

As quiet as a mouse, I laced up my Nike running shoes, put on my contacts, and slipped on a from hugging long sleeve shirt and a pair of grey leggings. Debating on whether or not I should inform Percy of my whereabouts, I decided that if I were in his situation, I would not enjoy waking up alone and confused.

I grabbed an Expo marker, designed to leave messages on a whiteboard, and wrote a note on my full body mirror.

"On a run. Don't miss me too much. Wharf with my dad at 11."

I almost laughed. Last week I could have never imagined leaving a note for a sleeping "lover." But here I am, scribbling a note for a handsome man who is snoring slightly laying in my purple bedsheets.

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Once in the urban neighborhood streets, my legs started to do the work, and my mind was able to clear.

The San Francisco scenery was blurred with fog, and the air had a bit of wind chill, but the feeling was familiar and more so comforting. It felt like all those other high school mornings where I would wake up before the sunrise, and run until my lungs were burning and my feet numb.

My legs seemed to have a mind of their own, and they took me to the nearest park, only two miles away. There was a long grassy field, green even in the winter months of December, and a play structure, where I had my first kiss behind the rock wall in 7th grade. I almost laughed aloud from the memory. Shaking my head, I slowed my jog to a walk, and found an isolated spot under a tree where I could do my workout, people watch my fellow park goers, and analyze my situation with Percy.

As I started doing squats, my horny unconsciousness meandered back to the imagine of Percy's shirtless back. And his clear green eyes. And his strong jawline that was tinted with the slightest indication of stubble. And his long, shaggy hair that covered his neck, and occasionally his forehead.

My legs and butt were burning from the motion, but my mind was still focused on my boyfriend, not the pain. What would happen in a week? When we have to say goodbye.

For a split second, I wished that my real mom was here, but as quickly as the thought came, it was shoved back into the pits of my mind. I couldn't allow myself to think of her, especially after I have kept all thoughts of her at bay for so many years. Unleashing those thoughts would be like unleashing a beast that has been in a cage for far too long, and I was not eager to face the repercussions.

I stopped doing squats as my legs and glutes started to shake, and laid down on my back and began to do sit ups. Instead of only thinking about what would happen in a week with Percy, I decided to think, what would happen now.

I came to a conclusion, that I have two options. Number one: Keep holding back the desires I have for Percy, and keep quelling the possible connection that we could explore. Number two: Just fucking go for it.

My phone rang, and my body ceased the sit-ups and I relaxed on my back in the grass. With a glance at the caller ID, the unknown number and area code hinted to me that Percy was calling. With a grin slowly spreading over my features, revealing my white, slightly too big in my opinion teeth, I pressed the green button to answer the call.

"Percy?"

"Angel," his whispered voice came out.

I laughed. "Why are you whispering?"

"You left me alone! I saw your note, but I was starving so I wandered downstairs, and came face to face with four out of six of the rest of the household!"

I gigged once again, and pictured the widened of his emerald eyes at the foreign situation.

He continued his story telling. "So, I stand there like a deer caught in headlights, until one of your brothers, the awkward one with the pregnant wife, finally invites me to sit and drink a cup of coffee. So I get some cereal and some coffee and they invite me to play golf with the men tomorrow."

I let him take a breath, wondering if there is any more to this long winded, somewhat pointless story.

Like expected, he keeps running his mouth. "And I felt like I was part of these elite, selected group of people, and I lived on a golf course growing up, so you just wait Angel I am going to blow them away with my skills tomorrow."

"Percy," I chuckle out. "Did you call me to tell me this?"

"Well Angel face, despite your adorable message on the mirror, which I thankfully caught due to my vain habits of checking myself out in every mirror I pass by, I do miss you and I am hiding in your room alone again, and I need you to come home."

I rolled my eyes at the arrogant comment about mirrors, but my heart swelled with affection with the latter statement.

"Don't worry. I'll be back in 15 minutes. Go play with Oscar in the meantime. See you soon!" I ended the call and slowly stood up from my position on the dew-covered grass, and regretted my choice when my back was soaked. Tightening my laces, I began my jog back to my parent's house, increasing my speed, knowing that Percy would be there.

I recalled my earlier statement about my two logical options about dealing with my inevitable feelings for Percy.

Without any hesitation, I decided to go for option number two.

Just fucking go for it…

A/N: I am so sorry! I can only imagine how disappointed you are with me as an author! First I make you wait over a month for an update, then it is just a filler chapter, but I swear I am already working on the next chapter as you read this, and the action will just heighten now that Annabeth will look past the expiration date on their dating. Also, I apologize for any typos, I published this the second I finished, and didn't even read through it again oops.

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