A/N: Hey guys! Back again with another chapter! Shoutout to anon on tumblr for this one!
The best part—or as Percy would say, the only important part—of living in a million-dollar home is his girlfriend.
It was the only reason he'd accepted when she had nervously broached the subject of him moving in with her. (Actually, he hadn't seen her that nervous since that time she met his family. And he gets it, she never really talked about her wealth so their relationship was mostly free of it, but it couldn't be avoided forever.)
But he had accepted, only because waking up next to her each morning was a sight no amount of money could ever buy. (Who's the rich one now?)
But now, he realizes yet another perk of moving in with his girlfriend.
He's scrolling through his laptop, reading up on coffee bean harvesting, when a muffled sound pulls him out of his research.
Looking around the large bedroom, he tries to find the source. His eyes land on Annabeth's side of the bed and he frowns at the vacancy.
The running shower is the reason, but he's not happy about it. Setting his laptop aside, he gets out of bed, attempting to stretch the tiredness away, and makes his way to their shared bathroom to brush his teeth. But as he gets closer, he figures out what the sound was from earlier.
Annabeth is singing, softly, in the shower.
As quietly as he can, he turns the door handle and nudges the door just slightly open.
"I'm on my guard for the rest of the world, but with you, I know it's no good."
She's…she's really good. Percy freezes in place, just listening to her. If acting doesn't work out (which is ridiculous because clearly acting is working out) she could be a singer.
"Meet me in the pouring rain, kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain."
He can't quite figure out what the song is, but it sounds familiar. He wants to hear more—well, wants to hear her sing more.
So he slowly inches the door open further, trying to squeeze through the gap when her next words stop him in his tracks.
"Get me with those green eyes baby as the light go down."
Well fuck.
It should be illegal to sing those words like that. He doesn't quite process any of it until the singing stops and the water dies down.
And there he is, stuck between the door and doorframe like a fool. He needs to bail now before Annabeth steps out and realizes she's dating a complete idiot.
So, naturally, he dashes back into the bedroom and flops face forward on the bed.
"Percy?"
Annabeth clearly heard the mad dash. He closes his eyes and doesn't move as if that'll help his situation.
"Was that you?" Her voice is clearer now and she's most probably stepped into the bedroom.
"You look like you belly flopped onto the bed…" There's amusement in her tone and he groans, knowing he's been caught.
Turning his head, he peeps one eye open.
Horrible mistake.
Never mind her singing, Annabeth Chase in a towel should be illegal.
And he'd be the first to go to jail because now he's blatantly staring. (He should never be in any position to make laws.)
Annabeth shakes her head with a smile and walks into the closet. Disappointed that his view is gone, Percy gets up and follows suit like a puppy.
She's half-dressed when he gets there and he leans against the doorway, watching her look for a shirt to put on over her leggings.
"When were you going to tell me you can sing?"
She turns to him, a light blush on her cheeks. "Um, it's not a big deal." She reaches for one of his shirts.
He tries not to get distracted at the sight. "It is though! You're amazing!"
She shrugs, clearly shy about her singing (why, he can't imagine). "I got some training for when I played Andromeda since there were a few small singing bits."
Walking over, he wraps his arms around her waist. "Next time, you should sing louder."
She shakes her head, playfully hitting his chest. "You're crazy."
"About you, yeah."
She doesn't respond, just pulls him down for a kiss that leaves him a bit dazed and standing in the middle of the closer as she walks out with a laugh.
"What song was that?" He calls after her, walking back to the doorway.
She turns around from her place by the dresser.
"Sparks Fly, by Taylor Swift."
So that's why it was familiar…it used to play at the café. Some of the lyrics come back to him now as a sly smile makes its way to his face.
"Hey babe," he calls, walking back towards the bed. "Want me to give you something that'll haunt you when I'm around?"
Percy Jackson ends up on the bed, again. (And this time there is no vacancy beside him.)
He stands by his words. The best part of living in a million-dollar home is his girlfriend in his arms.
(And her shower concerts.)
A/N: Like I said before, shoutout to anon on tumblr for the prompt! It was the perfect transition to move the series along!
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