Beauty
Annabeth watched as Percy's chest rose and fell as he slept, the sound of his deep, even breathing calmed her. She couldn't help thinking that for a guy, Percy was beautiful. The moonlight shown through the open window, casting everything into ivory and black. A warm summer breeze gusted through the room, ruffling his hair so it flopped over his eyes. Annabeth felt an urge to reach over and fix his hair, but chose to sit on her hand instead. Percy shifted slightly in his sleep so he was facing her and let out a soft sigh. She stared at him for a moment, taking in the smooth curve of his cheek and the way his eyelashes fluttered while he was dreaming. She sighed, thinking there was no way she looked that beautiful while she was sleeping. Bobby and Matthew had once told her she looked like a dead cow with rabies. She wasn't sure she would go that far, but she knew she was far from beautiful.
Percy watched as Annabeth sat on the windowsill, the moonlight turning her hair from it's regular shade of blonde to white-blonde. She leaned against the window as if she was tired, and Percy couldn't help but think how beautiful she looked. He closed his eyes as Annabeth turned and slipped into bed next to him. She rested her hand on top of his and he drifted off into a land where he was good enough for Annabeth Chase.
Love
Percy blames what happened on his inability to think something without blurting it out. You see, one hot summer day Percy and Annabeth were sitting by the lake, splashing their feet around after a particularly grueling archery class. Percy (being Percy) blurted out,
"I love you." Annabeth, who had been thinking about her designs for Olympus, said absentmindedly,
"What, Percy?"
"Uhh...nothing."
"No, tell me!" insisted Annabeth.
"Ilerboo," Percy coughed.
"What?"
"I love you," Percy mumbled.
"Speak up Percy, I can't hear you!"
"I said a dove flew," Percy said. Annabeth gave him a confused look. "Past us...like, you know, doves do. They fly." Annabeth gave him an even weirder look but dropped it. Later that day, they were walking along the beach when Percy decided it was now or never. "I love you," he said right when Annabeth said,
"Hey, did you see the dolphin? Oh sorry, what'd you say?"
"Oh, nothing. Just...nothing."
"No really, what did you say?" Annabeth looked curious.
"I like you."
"Of course you like me, you idiot! We've been friends forever."
"No, I mean...I love you," Percy choked out.
"Well, why didn't you say so?" Annabeth smiled. "Joking. Love you too, seaweed brain."
Dream
Spiders were swarming everywhere, weaving her into a silky cocoon. She couldn't breath. She tried to fight them but there were too many, scraping her face and swarming inside her mouth. Annabeth gasped, sitting up in the middle of the night. Her pajamas were drenched in sweat and her hair had come out of its ponytail.
"Percy," she whispered, shaking his shoulder. He didn't wake up, but let out a loud, pig-like snort. Annabeth laughed, and somehow the dream she'd had didn't seem so scary anymore.