Hello! I'm back once again. I wrote this on my ipod a while back, decided to share this :) I dedicate this to michelletheslytherin, who has been re-writing a story with a bit of my help, love you R.
Enjoy bbys!
The usual, don't own them, never will.
Annabeth felt like crap. She had been in bed all day, and she had missed all of her scheduled time slots to help out with the classes at camp. She had a fever of 101 degrees and just wanted to sleep, but of course, her half-brother Malcolm kept checking on her every hour. She was starting to get annoyed of him, to be honest. So when Annabeth heard a knock on the door, she threw a pillow at said door. She was expecting Malcolm, so she was shocked to see a mop of black hair.
"Seaweed Brain!" she tried to yell, her voice coming out as nothing above a whisper.
"Hey Wise Girl," he said with a smile, "I brought you some soup."
Percy walked over to her bunk and sat down next to her, spoon in one hand, soup in the other, complete with crackers.
"I'm not hungry," she groaned as she rolled over, now facing the wall. She felt a hand touch her shoulder.
"That's fine love," Percy whispered, "You should sleep, you seem a little grumpy," Annabeth could hear the smile in his voice.
"Oh shut up, would you?"
She heard him place the soup on the nightstand and he rolled over so that he had his arms wrapped around her middle. He pressed a kiss into her curls.
"You're sweating. That's good right? Means the fever's breaking?" he asked her.
No answer. She felt comfy in his arms and fell asleep almost immediately.
When she woke up, the first thing she was aware of was Percy. The way his body fit perfectly with hers, his warm embrace the only thing keeping her sane. She felt him stroking her hair and her insides melted like she had taken some nectar. Annabeth turned around and stared into his sea-green eyes.
"Percy," she whispered.
"Yes love?" he said, still stroking her hair.
"You wanna know the first thing I thought of when I woke up?" she asked him.
"Mmm, what was it, beautiful?" he asked.
"You," she said into his shirt. She breathed in his scent, he always smelled like blue jelly beans and the ocean. An odd combonation, but it was Percy. She nuzzled her head into his chest.
"I love you so much Annabeth Chase," he whispered.
"I love you too, Percy Jackson."