A/N: Hey guys! Back with the second part of the last chapter! Hope you like it!

If Percy ever decides to pick up the memoir business again, the entire thing could be about the past two days, which have downright been the weirdest, most surreal days of his whole life.

On second thought, maybe he wouldn't be able to write it because he's spent all weekend trying to compartmentalize it and it still feels like a blur.

Like one really long day.

And you'd think, given the magnitude of the events that had occurred, he'd remember it better.

CHB had been the first to report the news, courtesy of that lady shoving a mic in his face, but the interview had really sealed the deal. Zoe Nightshade is acclaimed for reporting facts not fiction in the celeb news world, so going on her show to talk about it had been the best way to get the right version of the story out there.

All he remembers about the set are the hot lights, the white couch (that he was immediately worried about ruining) and Annabeth by his side, holding his hand.

Overall, it had been good. The entire thing had been premeditated by Annabeth, who had started off the interview explaining how they wanted to go public on their own terms instead of someone else leaking it, but that they still wished to keep their personal lives private.

Percy had also kept to his premeditated script, saying he's a barista from New York, and shifting the dialogue (as Annabeth called it) to their meeting.

After the interview Annabeth had given him a big hug and told him it was a success.

But then…..oh then, came The Notifications™.

As if he didn't already spend too much time on his phone, he's been glued to it all weekend.

"It's going to be rough," Annabeth had said with the same worried face that she had when the talk about going public had come up a month ago.

And Percy knows, right, he's been in the service industry and knows how people can be jerks. He knows there's going to be backlash.

Maybe that's why Annabeth had rented a beach house far down the coast and been by his side constantly the past two days.

He glances over at her, leaning back on her comfy wicker chair with her feet propped, reading a book. As if she can tell he's looking at her, she puts down her book and turns to face him.

"What's up?'

Her long legs look golden in the sunlight filtering through the light curtains and she's practically glowing with the beach air wafting through the open window.

Long story short, she looks beautiful.

Focusing his brain from the detour it took to admire her, he shakes his head.

"Nothing…just wondering how I got here."

She picks up her cup of tea from the table beside her. "What do you mean?"

Leaning back against the headboard of the bed, he stares at the high planked ceiling.

"I don't know…just everything. I mean for one, I've never seen so many pictures of myself…even my mom's albums would have a tough time competing…actually, they might still win now that I think about it."

Annabeth chuckles at that. And while it's true his mom has an absurd amount of pictures, him and Annabeth have been plastered a fair amount on various articles and social media. He'd kept his Instagram private, but his Twitter hadn't stopped blowing up.

"And I've never had this many people talk or…speculate about me." He drops his gaze from the ceiling to once again land on her. "Like, it's the most hate I've ever gotten…"

The inevitable comments on him being a gold digger, though expected, had been hard to see. It stung a little to think people thought he was anything other than hopelessly in love with his girlfriend.

But no one had been more pissed than Annabeth and it had taken kisses from him to distract her.

He sees the same anger and worry start to flare up now, her eyebrows already creasing together, and rushes to complete his thought.

"But it's also the most support I'd gotten."

Luckily, an overwhelming majority of Annabeth's fans had been super supportive of them. One picture in particular, one of them standing at the red carpet staring into each other's eyes, had gone viral and "Percabeth" (as people were dubbing them) had been number one on trending for a whole day.

So many people not only calling them cute, but also describing him as hot. Percy had almost laughed out loud when he'd first read comments gushing about how attractive he was. (Take that, Nancy Bobofit, who called him ugly in middle school.)

"It's just really crazy I guess, I never expected this from my life."

He really should write a memoir. Other people need to know how almost comically absurd his life is now. (It would start with riding the subway to school every day.)

Annabeth sits up in her chair, still wearing the frown from earlier.

"Do you regret it?"

She asks calmly enough, but he can see the worry behind her eyes and the fear creep into her tone. He slides off the bed and walks to her, sitting on the footstool she'd been propping her feet on a second ago.

"Not at all."

Reaching for her hand, he raises it to her lips, keeping eye contact. She needs to know that he'd take it all if it means he gets to be with her.

The day after the interview, Annabeth had told him to pick out a picture of them to post on her Instagram. And though it had immediately become her most liked picture, it wasn't just fan service. The smile on her face when she posted it had made Percy's heart melt even more.

Because the truth is, despite everything, it feels so good to call her his in front of the whole world.

Annabeth smiles, pulling their intertwined hands close to her and resting her cheek against them.

"Good."

His phone vibrates and he can't help but look over. Annabeth smiles, amusedly. "Who is it?"

He reaches for the device, unlocking it with a swipe. "My mom."

"What's she saying?"

He smiles as he reads the text. "That her friends are blowing up about this."

Annabeth chuckles. "Don't worry, it'll blow over soon."

Almost automatically, he opens up Twitter. It's become a bad habit over the past two days. "Well, we have been trending for a while…"

His sentence veers off as he checks the trending tab. Number one this morning had been a kpop star whose birthday was today and "Percabeth" had been second.

But now number one was…Jogan Paul, who had apparently been caught in some money laundering scheme and become the center of all public outrage. Number two was still the kpop star and number three was #ultranatural.

"Percabeth" was nowhere to be found.

"You're right…we're not trending anymore, some other guy, Jogan did a—"

"Money laundering scheme?" Annabeth finishes and he looks up from his phone to see her smile over her tea.

"Yeah…everyone's talking about him….and then it's a k—"

"Kpop idol? Yeah, it's P-Dawn's birthday," Annabeth finishes again.

Percy stares at her.

Annabeth, after posting the Instagram photo, hadn't checked her phone almost all weekend, letting him look at everything going on.

So how could she know all this? He's pretty sure she hasn't checked her phone in hours, instead working her way though her book.

"Yeah…" he continues, still confused. "So we're not trending anymore. This Jogan guy really messed stuff up…"

Annabeth shrugs, still smiling. "That's how it goes, people move on from things quickly."

He nods. He knows this. And personally he's glad that they're not the main topic of conversation now. It feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders. He puts down his phone with a smile.

"Yeah, it's fortunate that this guy messed up, really took the eyes off of us."

Of course, not all the eyes. Annabeth's fans will still talk about it, but now the media has something juicer to report on.

"Yeah, fortunate," Annabeth repeats, lifting her cup again to take a sip, but she can't hide her smile.

Something about this feels…

"Did you know about this?"

Annabeth just takes a sip of her tea.

Peering over the cup, she replies sweetly, "Did you know the season finale of Ultranatural is on tonight?"

And that's all the answer he needs.

(So he naturally responds by picking her up and tossing her in bed, letting her laughs bounce off the high ceilings as he wraps her in a hug, thinking that there needs to be a whole chapter in his memoir about just how smart his girlfriend is.)

A/N: And there you have it! With this update this series is now all caught up with ao3! So these are all the oneshots for this series so far and the next update will be in real time with ao3!

I'm glad that you guys have liked this series so much!

A shoutout to the multiple people on ao3 and tumblr that had requested a going public fic!

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