Llama #2: Bloopers at the bottom because we can.

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We love Percabeth,

That much is true

But we don't own them,

So please don't sue.

4:

Sleeping Addict

Annabeth had a long hard day at the architecture firm, with people constantly coming up to her and bugging her with things like, "Annabeth, does this look okay?" or, "Annabeth, can you do a coffee run?" and her most favourite, "Annabeth, can you do this for me, I want to get home early tonight."

No, she wanted to yell. I don't want to do your work, I don't want to get you coffee and yes it looks freaking okay. Now, shut up so I can go home.

Just at that particular moment, Jake from two cubicles came over wearing his signature khakis, and he had a blueprint in hand. "Hey, Annabeth-"

"NO!" She all but yelled.

Jake's eyes widened and he looked a bit taken back. "I was just going to ask if you wanted something from Starbucks but okay..."

She put her head in her hands. "Sorry, I've just had people bugging me all day."

"Oh." Jake looked like he finally found the meaning of life. "Don't feel too put out. They do that to all the newbies." That just made Annabeth more frustrated.

"I was just about ready to kill them."

Jake made a face. "Please don't, too much paperwork."

Annabeth chuckled. "I'll try my best." With a smile, Jake was gone, heading back to his cubicle... two cubicles away. Annabeth was tired, that was probably it. She shoved some stray papers back into her bag, deciding that she had done enough for today.

Her apartment was a good ten minute walk away. And then she realized she didn't have her key. But oh well, Percy should be there. Annabeth walked inside the building, giving a little nod at a sleeping Clovis before heading into elevator.

Thankfully, no one had pressed all the buttons; she could enjoy a nice ride up to floor three without having to awkwardly stop at the first two.

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down

Why they chose this song for elevator music, Annabeth'll never know. She hit the third floor and walked out, heading straight to apartment number 23. Or was it 32? Either way, it was the door at the end of the hall.

An open door. Oh, how sweet. Percy left the door open for her.

If only that was the case.

Annabeth shoved the door open the rest of the way and was greeted by her apartment. Or rather, what was left of her apartment.

"Oh my gods..." She whispered, her hand flew to her mouth.

Bedroom: empty. Kitchen: empty. Bathroom: empty. They even took the half used bar of soap, which Annabeth found kind of disturbing.

The only thing remaining in the entire apartment was the couch. Which, Percy just so happened to be sleeping on. She leaned up against the wall, head in hands, breathing in deeply. She resisted the urge to strangle her boyfriend.

Silently, she stalked across the empty room. Percy was still sound asleep and totally unaware and unprepared for her rage. She grabbed him by the arm and violently pulled him off the couch.

"Wha?" His hand flew to his pocket before he even had his eyes open. Then he realized who was standing over him, and a goofy smile grew on his face. "Oh hi."

"Don't you oh hi me, Perseus Jackson." The grin suddenly dissipated and turned into a 'ohmygods-what-anniversary-did-I-forget-now?' face. "I would normally say you're sleeping on the couch, but since we don't have a bed anymore, you've been downgraded to the floor."

"What? Where did the bed go?" Percy stood up and brushed invisible dust off from his jeans.

Still angry, Annabeth shoved his shoulders. "While you were sleeping someone stole everything!" She shrieked.

"Um, oops? Please don't hurt me?"

"You are the worst guard dog ever." Annabeth glared angrily.

"I'm not a dog..."

"It's an expression!" Annabeth shoved him again.

"Maybe we should get a dog?"

"No." Annabeth put a hand on her forehead. "It will probably be just as useless as you."

Percy pouted. "Hurtful."

It was times like this when she actually missed work.

FML For the Chapter:

Today, after quite a long work day, I got home to find my house had been broken into. Everything but my sleeping boyfriend was gone. FML.

Llama #1: I have to say, this is really fun to write because we use Google Docs to write so both of us can write at the same time, and the two of us, *coughcouchLlama#2coughcough*, can get pretty strange. There's some pretty weird (stupid) things we write *coughactuallyit'sjustLlama#2cough* that we never actually put in here, and here's two of those things:

"Um, oops? Please don't hurt me?" Instead of "annie bby pls i so srry ily u bby dun hurt me bby dun hurt me no moar."

"I'm not a dog..." and we took out "but mrs. o'leary is a doggie. a demon doggie from the deepest and darkest depths of hell but a doggie nonetheless."

Llama #2: I regret nothing.

Llama #1: I'm the funny one, she's the weird one. Just saying.

Llama #2: She's telling the truth, actually.

Llama #1: *winks dramatically*

Llama #2: -rolls eyes dramatically-

Llama #1: Go away.

Llama #2: I love you too.

Llama #1: Couch.

Llama #2: ASDFGHJKL;' FIND THE FOURTH TIME WE WROTE COUCH AND LAUGH AT US.

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