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A/N: Thank you guys for the feedback J constructive criticism is welcome. I honestly thought I was going to have a bunch of people telling me it sucked. Well on with the next chapter.
Annabeth's POV:
We'd been in this goddamned taxi for three hours! We were in the more Rural parts of New York, now. Or at least, I thought. I had no idea where we were. I yawned. Percy looked at me, but I couldn't see his face, it was dark out now.
"Tired wise girl?" He asked, innocent enough.
"A bit, yeah." Then Percy did the unexpected. He pulled me over so my head was resting on his chest, and his arm was around me. I fell asleep easily, after that.
Percy's POV:
I marveled at the smell of Annabeth's hair for at least two hours. It smelled like toasted vanilla. When we finally reached our destination, our surroundings were veiled by darkness, all hope of figuring out where we were was lost for the moment. I carried Annabeth inside and set her down on the couch. She didn't stir. I went back out and brought all our bags inside. Now, most people would want to look at all the rooms first, instead, I raided the fridge. It was loaded with microwave food like hot pockets, popcorn, and easy Macs.
"Percy?" Annabeth's alarmed voice echoed into the Kitchen.
"Right here" I assured her. She stumbled in looking groggy.
"Have a nice nap sleeping beauty?" I teased.
"Haha" She said sarcastically "Where are we?"
"I don't know, its too dark." I frowned. Annabeth cursed in Greek.
"I'm gonna' go check out the rest of this place, be right back." I decided to pop some popcorn while I waited. When she came back, she gave me a full report. One huge master bedroom, complete with a walk-in closet, and full bathroom, a living room (where Annabeth had slept), a kitchen, and a garage. No extra bedrooms.
"Looks like we're going to have to share a room, wise girl." I smiled internally.
Annabeth's POV:
Instead of answering, I snatched his popcorn and made for the living room. I flopped back onto the couch, and channel surfed. I heard him flop down next to me, grumbling something that sounded like "My popcorn", but refused to look at him as not to give him the satisfaction. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's stone was on. I'd always liked those movies, but my dyslexia kept me from ever reading the books. Percy moved closer to get more access to the popcorn bowl. I peeked up at him, and he was looking directly at me. He quickly lowered his head, embarrassed. It was 8:30 P.M now, I decided to attempt at making something edible. I got up and headed towards the kitchen.
"whe- where are you going?" Percy stammered.
"I'm going to try to make us some food." I answered coolly.
"Oh okay." He looked relieved. I scoped out some chef Boyardee. Simple enough. When the ravioli's were heated, I the two bowls back into the living room to where Percy was waiting.
"Thanks" he said sincerely.
"Your welcome" I smiled, but he was already devouring his raviolis. I stifled a giggle as I watched his intense eating. We left our bowls on the coffee table and made our way upstairs. The second floor was dominated by the master bedroom. We set our luggage down in the walk-in closet, and changed into pajamas. He in the bathroom, I in the closet (which were the same size, about 6x8) We lay down in the king size bed awkwardly, and turned off the lights.
"Goodnight seaweed brain." I said softly.
"Sweet dreams wise girl."