Annabeths POV
I walked into Percys apartment. I immediatly went to the sink, made a rainbow and sent an Iris-message to my father. He was working on a large diorama of what looked like World War II. "Hi, dad." I said. He jumped and dropped the glue and soldier he was holding. "Hey, Annabeth. What's wrong?" he said. "Nothing, just that I was thinking. . . about moving in with Percy." I said a bit shakily. He turned red and said "Is Mrs. Jackson there?" He said just as she walked out of the bedroom. "My dad wants to talk to you." I said. "And by the way, wheres Percy?"
"Oh, he's in his room." She said and turned to the mist. I walked into Percy's room to find him under the sheets, watching television. He turned to me as I walked in. "Hey." He croaked. His nose was red, and he looked exhausted. "What's wrong?" I said and crouched down next to the bed.
"102o fever and a cold. All that good stuff." He smiled. His mom popped in at that moment. "Your father said yes. He's going to call Chiron, get Nico to come and get the rest of your things. He'll be here later today." She said and smiled. "Welcome to the family!" She was about to walk away when she added something. "Paul and I are going on our honymoon. We'll be gone for about a week. These were the only flights to Hawaii until next year. I hope you understand." She said guiltily. "Don't worry. We'll try not to burn the place down." I joked. Percy stiffled a croaky chuckle. She smiled and left. I stood up and turned to Percy. "Well, looks like I just became a nurse. Are you hungry?" I said. He shook his head. "Well then. . . is there anything else you need?" I asked.
"Not now, but I promise that I'll annoy the Hades out of you later." He said. I couldn't help but smile. I looked around his room. He had a nice, blue couch, a little coffee table and a small, 25 inch television hanging on his wall. "What's for dinner?" Percy asked. I turned and looked at him. "You just said that you weren't hungry."
"I promised." Percy joked. I sighed as went to the kitchen.
Percys POV
As Annabeth left my room, I couldn't help but smile. "Gods I love her." I whispered. A few minutes later, she returned with my blue soup. "Thanks." I said and hungrily ate my soup. "It's getting late. I'm gonna get to bed." She said and left. I was about to turn out the light when she walked back in with a blanket. She was in a gray tank-top and purple shorts. My jaw dropped. "Oh, stop drooling, Seaweed Brain." She said. She took her index finger and closed my mouth. I blushed. "Sorry." I felt a little ashamed for staring. She crawled onto the couch and curled up under the blanket. "Night." She said.
"Night." I said and turned out the light.