Hey everyone! A special thanks to all my reviews, they really help me improve my writing! This one's set between TTC and BOTL...I was craving some percabeth. Enjoy!

PS: For all you doubters out there, I'm not Rick Riordan. Sorry (:

When I rolled out of bed on that sunny Saturday morning, I immediately noticed two things. A: I had a terrible case of bedhead. B: I actually cared I had a terrible case of bedhead. The most concerning thought was certainly B- why did I have a reason to be worrying over a bad hair day?

With a quickened thud of the heart, I remembered. Percy and I were going to hang out today because we were both on spring break and I was visiting New York. You know, the guy that rescued me from the clutches of a deranged Titan and held the sky for me. Butterflies flopped momentarily in my stomach. I told them to cut it out.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, I grabbed a tangled handful of hair in a desperate attempt to calm it. As I impatiently attacked the rat's nest with a brush, I couldn't help but wonder why. Why couldn't I just throw my hair up in a ponytail as usual? It wasn't like Percy cared or anything. He never noticed those things, in fact he rarely noticed anything. So I could just go to his place in sweatpants and my hair thrown up in a sloppy ponytail, right?

Wrong. That was the problem... I wanted him to care. To notice something in me that I had noticed in him. What that something was, I wasn't quite sure yet. I stepped back to observe my handiwork. The frizz had subsided to a minimum, and the curls had lost their tangle. Good enough, I decided. And without further ado, I flung the hotel bathroom door open and announced to my dad, "Ready when you are!"

By the time I'd slammed the taxi door shut and waved my dad good-bye, the butterflies were creating a moshpit in my stomach. Calm down. Annabeth, it's just Percy. Your best friend. Feeling irritated with myself, I jabbed the doorbell a little harder than necessary.

Some yelling from the other room, a short response from the other. The door opened quickly, Percy smiling from the other side. He was wearing skinny jeans and a green t-shirt that matched his eyes perfectly.

"Hey," I said breathlessly, going through that moment of indecision where you don't know if you should hug someone or not.

"Hey, Annabeth!" Percy said brightly, stepping forward with his arms outstretched.

Do it, I told myself, and reached forward to give him a rather awkward hug, since my hands were full with my duffel bag and leather satchel.

"Come inside," he said, grabbing my luggage and tossing it carefully on to the couch. I cracked and smile and entered the apartment, closing the door softly behind me.

"Hi Sally!" I called over to Percy's mom, who was working in the kitchen.

"Annabeth!" she said brightly from the other room, running over to greet me with her apron and oven mitts still on. "It's great to see you." The oven beeped promptly after this, so she scurried back over to take out some amazing smelling (most likely blue) food.

Percy was just staring me with a vacant expression on his face.

I raised an eyebrow. "What?"

He shook his head and blinked. "Oh nothing," he said quickly, "it's just that your hair looks pretty."

I immediately decided bedhead days were the best days of all.