A/N: Hi guys! Thanks for all the follows and reviews! Someone asked me to put up a posting schedule. I'm no good at posting on time, but I figure if I put it online, I'll be more accountable and more likely to stick to it, so I am hoping to post every Sunday or Monday night. I realize this is being posted on a Tuesday, but I've been procrastinating posting for 2 days. Anyway, this is just a bit of a filler chapter. It is kind of funny and very cute and I hope you guys enjoy it! Please continue reviewing and following! Love you guys!

Chapter 7: Busted at Breakfast

Annabeth woke up the next morning and walked downstairs. She had almost forgotten that she had insisted Percy sleep over, so the pile of sheets on the couch put her off when she first saw it. Approaching the couch quietly so as not to wake him, Annabeth took a good look at Percy. He was cuddled into the duvet, hugging it tightly and breathing deeply. His face was smushed against the pillow and his hair stuck up haphazardly, making him look so much younger and more vulnerable than the cocky aura he had while he was conscious did. Annabeth took out her phone and snapped a photo of the rock star in front of her. After saving it, she captioned it and used the snapchat colors to draw a moustache, then put it on her story to let the payback commence.

Sad to tear herself away from a peaceful Percy such as she may never see again (though may relive thanks to the photo safely saved to her camera roll), Annabeth walked over to the kitchen to make breakfast. She settled on making blueberry muffins this time because she didn't know if Percy would actually eat anything without blueberries for breakfast (she thought he would eat anything, but had a sneaking suspicion he would make a big deal out of whatever she made beforehand). Taking her time mixing the ingredients while listening to music and checking her social media, Annabeth realized it was almost noon. She quickly poured the batter into her muffin tin, put them into the oven, and set a timer, then walked back over to the living room.

Percy was still fast asleep and had only adjusted himself a bit in the time Annabeth had spent in the kitchen. Despite how cute he looked, Annabeth knew that he had to return to his obnoxious self at some point, and that it was better for her to wake him up than be surprised when he came into the kitchen and started annoying her. "Percy, wake up," she whispered gently. Percy seemed to be dead, giving absolutely no indication he heard her. "Percy," Annabeth said slightly louder. This time she leaned in to gently shake his shoulder. "Percy, wake up," Annabeth said one more time, shaking his shoulder.

Yelping, Annabeth landed on top of Percy on the couch as he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into a bear hug. She yelped as she landed. The couch was not nearly large enough for both of them, and Annabeth gulped as she came to the realization that Percy was not wearing a shirt. "Percy," Annabeth squeaked. "Let go of me."

"Mmm mmm" Percy grumbled, which Annabeth took to mean no, considering how his arms tightened around her waist.

The sensation of Percy's bare muscular arms around her wasn't unpleasant to Annabeth, but though it had been a while since a man had cuddled with her, Annabeth wasn't entirely sure she wanted Percy specifically to be holding her, especially since he was half asleep and would not do this awake—he would, on the contrary, probably get her this close only to tell her lewd jokes. Annabeth put her hand on his arm to try to shake him again, but to no avail. Then, she noticed how cold her hands were compared to his arm.

In a final attempt to wake Percy before accepting her fate and dying in his arms before his eventual return to consciousness, Annabeth decided that the only way to escape, besides pulling his hair and trying to pull him out of bed (which would result in him landing on her), was to expose her cold extremities to him. She used her limited motion to get under the covers and put her cold feet up against his warm ones. That got a grunt from Percy. "Wake up, you idiot," she told him.

"Noooo," Percy whined back. Annabeth moved her feet up and down his legs. She was really starting to hate herself. This was getting unnecessarily intimate and she really didn't have time for this. She really should have just let Percy wake up on his own.

The feet only caused Percy to whine more, so Annabeth placed her hands on Percy's arm again but got no reaction. She then put them on his chest and moved them horizontally. She was surprised by how much she wanted to move her hands down but damn it, it had been a while since she'd been this close to a guy and it was admittedly the finest chest she'd been up close to, so this didn't mean anything.

Suddenly, Percy's eyes fluttered open. "Annabeth?" Percy asked dumbly. "What are you doing?"

Annabeth's hands flew off of Percy's chest as though it was a stove top and she had just been burned. "I was trying to wake you up, you moron," Annabeth said awkwardly, but nevertheless firmly.

"That's not what it looks like to me…" Percy said, smirking.

"Alright, listen here, you idiot," Annabeth started, feeling equal parts embarrassment and annoyance. "I simply tried to wake you up and you grabbed my waist and pulled me on top of you. What was I supposed to do?"

"Maybe you could have kissed me awake?" Percy teased, hopeful.

"Nice try, buddy. Like that would have gone over so much better than the cold hands and feet."

"Whatever. Despite the fact that your feet are the coldest thing I've ever felt on me," Percy said pointedly, "I'm kind of enjoying this awkward hug thing we've got going. You're kind of like an oversized, skinny teddy bear. And you smell amazing."

"You're kidding, right?" Annabeth asked, raising her eyebrows and wondering what the punchline was (something related to her no doubt). The punchline, however, seemed to be lost, because the smile Percy gave her, though playful, was a genuine one. "Alright, I'll take it as a compliment. But please release me."

"But I'm comfortable. And besides, this is your fault."

Before Annabeth could decide whether to fight or accept her fate, she smelled something from the kitchen. "The muffins!" she screamed as the timer rang. In her excitement to prevent perfectly good muffins from burning, she flailed and accidentally hit Percy in the jaw, causing him to let go of her and allowing her to escape. She ran into the kitchen to pull the muffins out of the oven. As she was pulling them out with oven mitts on, Percy blearily stumbled into the kitchen rubbing his jaw.

"These muffins better taste fucking amazing," Percy said, stifling a yawn and plopping into one of the kitchen chairs.

"I'm sorry," Annabeth scoffed, offended. "I'll have you know that I am the greatest at baking. Even if you weren't obsessed with blueberries, you'd be all over these. Plus, muffins are always amazing," she said as she brought a plate piled high with muffins to the table and sat down.

"Can't argue with any of that," Percy said, stuffing a muffin into his mouth. "Mmmmmm."

"Told you," Annabeth smirked.

The room was silent save for the sounds of chewing as Percy and Annabeth stuffed their faces with muffins. The silence was broken by the loud ringing of Annabeth's phone. "It's Reyna," Annabeth taking a look at her screen. "Hello?"

"Don't you hello me, Annabeth. Do you have any idea what you've done?"

"I'm sorry Reyna, but what have I done?" Annabeth asked. Percy raised his eyebrows but she just shook her head in response.

"How stupid can you be? You and Percy posted about each other on snapchat and now the media is all over you two! There's paparazzi outside your gate, there's articles all over the internet, and I'm pretty sure you're going to show up in that stupid snapchat story about what celebrities did that week!"

"Reyna, hold on…" Annabeth said, trying to wrap her mind around what Reyna said. "I'm failing to see the problem here… Isn't your job to portray us as like a believable couple? Shouldn't this make you happy?"

"Yes! I mean—that's not the point! The point is that you guys are totally unpredictable! What if you post something honest that makes people doubt your relationship!"

"Relax, Reyna, we won't jeopardize this."

"You better not. And now that I've gotten that off my chest, I can tell you good job. That snapchat stunt was probably more believable than anything I could've thought of."

Annabeth smiled at the slight praise and exchanged good byes with Reyna. As soon as the call was done, she rounded on Percy. "This is all your fault! Everybody saw the snaps!"

"I thought that was good! Didn't Reyna just drag us then praise us?"

"Yes, but I didn't realize that the entire world would see your snapchat! You embarrassed me in front of everyone! And now the road outside is crawling with people!"

"Ok, ok," Percy said. "I'm sorry. But you did look cute. And I don't really regret posting it. Even though that snap of me is more embarrassing. But really paparazzi would harass us either way, so let's forget about it. We good?"

"Fine," Annabeth begrudged. "But watch yourself. And you have to buy me food."

"Deal," Percy smiled.