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Annabeth's POV:
The next morning when I woke up, the room was bright, soo bright, it hurt my eyes. I blinked a few times while they refocused. The first thing I noticed was Percy was pacing the room, looking very agitated. The second thing, was that it was only 5:30 A.M.
"What's going on?" I asked concerned. Any trace of grogginess erased. He hesitated, pinched the bridge of his nose, and took a deep breathe.
"There was a hellhound," He said finally "And a Hydra… and the minotaur showed is ugly face again."
"Why didn't you wake me up?" I asked frustrated.
"You were so tired," He yawned, "You needed sleep."
"Ohhh seaweed brain." I muttered. "Lie down, I'll make breakfast." I pushed him down, and he didn't protest. I went and cooked hot pockets for the two of us. I was kind of insulted by how incapable Chiron thought we were of making food. When I walked back into the bedroom, Percy was snoring. I sighed, he should have just woken me up.
Percy's POV:
I opened my eyes groggily. I turned, and saw that Annabeth was still in the room, watching some stupid reality TV show, about a bunch of tan people at a bar.
"Heyy sleepy head" She smiled.
"No monsters?"
"Nada monsters"
"Why are you in such a good mood, Wisegirl?"
"No reason" She smirked suspiciously. I quickly placed myself on top of her, just far enough away so that I wasn't touching her, but my arms were trapping her under me.
"Tell me" I whispered, looking her in the eye. She gulped.
"No" She said shakily, but seriously.
"Yes."
"No." She was more stern this time. I tickled her stomach, and she instinctively hunched over, attempting to protect her sensitive belly.
"Percy!" She yelped.
"Tell me!" I told her. We went on like that for a while, but I could tell I was wearing her down. She was so stubborn.
"Okay, Okay!" She finally said exasperated. I moved my hands from her stomach, but quickly placed them on either side of her, eliminating any escape plans.
"You talk in your sleep." She said quietly. I tried to think of what I was sleeping of, even though I already new the answer.
Annabeth's POV:
He was still on top of me. I could feel his breath on my cheek, and watched the color drain from his face. Clearly he was embarrassed.
"Oh sorry!" He said, realizing he was still on top of me. He seemed really nervous. He turned to his bag, and started rummaging for something. I walked up behind him.
"Seaweed brain?" I said softly. He straightened up, and turned to face me, unintentionally moving closer to me. I rose up on my tiptoes, and kissed his soft lips.
"I dreamed about you, too."