Hey! Well I decided to do a song fic for this one, based on a song by one of my most favorite bands ever! PARAMORE! :) Anyway I hope you like this one. Please review! Oh! And if you've never heard of Paramore, I suggest you go listen to them! Lol

Special thanks to my new beta, bookluva98!

Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Paramore, Bruno Mars, their songs, and Percy Jackson and the Olympians aren't mine.

The Only Exception

Annabeth and Percy were in the middle of one of those conversations. The kind where they talked about everything that's happened from when they first met down to their day. All the angst, fear, and drama. But Annabeth couldn't shake her mind away from Luke.

How she'd trusted him from the very beginning, and looked up to him since she was a kid. He looked out for her. Helped her form a new family. He'd sheltered her, and made sure she was fed. He'd keep her warm when it was too cold. And then, he had completely abandoned her.

Her eyes welled up. She barely ever cried, but Luke was an especially touchy subject for her. She quickly brushed her tears away. She was barely aware of Percy, who was still talking, stroking her hair, while she sat in his lap, her mind drifting further than monsters and enchilada-eating satyrs.

I loved him, she thought, I guess I didn't realize it was brotherly until I saw him dying. She didn't realize she had said this aloud, until Percy stopped talking and looked down at her. Gazing at her with understanding, yet slightly hurt, eyes. As much as he tried to forget about Luke he couldn't quite manage it, either.

He didn't like Luke all that much, even before he turned to the "dark side", but he had saved his life. He had saved everyone's lives. It didn't take much more than that for Percy to grieve him when he died.

Annabeth shook her head. "Sorry. I was thinking about Luke," she muttered. Her eyeswere now tear-filled, dripping around the corners. Percy wiped her tears with his thumb and she leaned her head back against his chest.

"When he betrayed you – I mean us – I didn't think…" Percy trailed off. Annabeth squeezed his hand.

"What?" she asked, turning her head slightly so as to get a glimpse of his expression. He was pained, but mostly gratified. His eyebrows scrunched together in the way that she loved.

"Well, I didn't think you would let anyone back into your life. I thought, maybe you wouldn't want me the way I wanted you," he finished.

She faced him, smiling slightly, tears in her eyes almost gone. "Percy, that has to be the cheesiest thing you've ever said to me, but know that you are the only exception. I'll never want anyone else," she said, kissing him. And she was right. She probably wasn't going to let anyone else in. She thought she never would, but Percy was definitely the only exception.

(A/N: OOH look, surprise surprise! Another song-fic! Enjoy! This time by Bruno mars!)

Just the way you are.

Percy was sitting on his couch, waiting for Annabeth, who seemed to be taking a very long time getting ready. They were going to meet Thalia, who had just gotten permission to take a day off from the Hunters, and then they'd go out alone to catch a movie.

"Annabeth!" Percy called, "Are you ready yet?" He was getting bored waiting. She never took this long getting dressed. Usually she would take about five minutes picking the outfit, and then about twenty for showering and dressing.

"Just a sec!" then there was a small smashing noise, "Or…two. Di immortales!" she cursed. Percy chuckled to himself. She sounded disoriented, which was odd. She was always so sure of herself. He decided to go check, jumping off the couch.

She had the bathroom door closed, but not locked, which meant she wasn't still changing, and was cursing angrily. It actually sounded like she was sorting through things. "Annabeth? Is everything alright?" he muttered.

She attempted a nonchalant laugh. "Yes. No problem, I'll be out in a minute. Just, looking for a comb!" she answered.

His ADHD getting the better of him, he twisted the door knob and walked in. Annabeth was standing beside the mirror, holding a mascara bottle in one hand, and a lipstick in the other. She looked annoyed, turning around to face him. "Percy, don't you know to knock?" she asked, exasperated.

"What are you doing?" he asked, surveying the mass on the sink counter.

She sighed. "What's it look like?" She grumbled. He surveyed the mess in the bathroom, and looked at her questionably. She sighed, "Well, before Silena…passed away, she gave me this makeup set. I found it while cleaning around yesterday, and thought I'd give it a try."

She lifted her hand to dab some mascara on but Percy caught it. "Annabeth, you don't need that crap. Honestly, you look beautiful, just the way you are." he said, a ghost of a smile lingering on his lips.

She just hugged him and he planted a kiss on her cheek. "Ready?" he asked. She smiled in answer. "Well, okay, come on."

And she never bothered to ever open that make up set after that.