Night fell around the couple, both of which were too wrapped up in each other to really care. Percy walked Annabeth back to her dorm eventually and called a cap for himself. They cuddled on the steps of the building until Percy's ride showed up.
"See you tomorrow?" asked Annabeth hopefully.
"Yeah, I'll come by after school. When do you get out?"
"Four."
"Okay. I'll be here with bells on," said Percy.
"I'll settle for shoes," said Annabeth.
"Only shoes?" asked Percy, raising his eyebrow suggestively.
"If that's what floats your boat," she replied. They kissed one last time before Percy ducked into his cab. The yellow taxi rolled out of the dorms parking lot, and off into the night. Annabeth sighed happily. She had never been more happy in her life. She had a cool boyfriend that she loved. She was going to a great school and her relationship with her dad had never been better. What could possibly go wrong?
Annabeth realized exactly what could go wrong when she made her way back to her dorm room. She threw the door open to see at least 20 cardboard moving boxes lining the wall on her side of the room. Both closets had been filled to the brim with girly clothes that didn't belong to Annabeth, obviously, not only because they were all too small, but because she built her wardrobe more around functionality than frills. Besides, the school she was going to had a uniform. Bringing enough dresses to fill a boutique was pointless.
The girl waded into the room, trying to avoid a few piles of cute socks, and sheets of bubble wrap that were littering the floor near the doorway. In the middle of the room, a brunette had a dress in each outstretched arm, carefully looking both of them over.
"Drew?" asked Annabeth. The girl whipped around, looking annoyed. Drew looked exactly how Annabeth had remembered her: tall, with long shiny black hair and big, pretty brown eyes. Annabeth caught a whiff of the natural Christmas scent that hung around her all the time. Plenty of Aphrodite's kids had a naturally pleasant scent, but Drew's was more prominent than most others.
Drew whipped her head around. "I thought that drab duffel bag looked familiar," she said with a small snarl. "I borrowed your closet. I needed to see my entire wardrobe, to decide what to send back to storage." Drew smiled at Annabeth, trying to look innocent and sweet. Annabeth scowled back.
"Don't try to Charmspeak me," she replied. "I'm going to need my closet, unless you want to see my drab clothes all over the room." Annabeth made a pointed glance to the piles of designer clothes and bubble wrap on the floor, giving Drew a moment to envision Annabeth's plebeian wardrobe in the same places.
"Fine," Drew huffed, giving up on the Charmspeak. "I'll have it empty in a little while. Keep your panties on." Annabeth shook her head at Drew, and deposited her 'drab' duffle bag on top of the desk under her loft bed. She was exhausted. All the driving and pizza parlor brawling had caught up with her. The moment her head hit the pillow, Annabeth was fast asleep.