Pairings: implied Percy/Annabeth
Word Count: 232 words
Author's Note: sorry if it's not funny, I was listening to Face Down by the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus when I wrote it; set in BofL
Summary: Annabeth's mad and Percy's confused
Prompt: Dorks
Percy was seriously pissed.
He had been watching Annabeth-not in a stalker way...heh-and she seemed to be getting steadily angrier.
He asked her about it, but she just blushed and refused to speak.
He wondered if it was something he did.
All he did was come back from Calypso's island, and now she was mad. And unhappy, which he didn't like.
So this was Percy's predicament now: he was stuck in a van with an angry girl (who you really don't want to get angry) and a guy with eyes all over his body (Percy didn't even want to know where) who didn't speak.
He wondered if barrel-rolling out would get him seriously injured.
"Annabeth?" He tried timidly. She turned to glare at him.
Woah, woah-knife in hand. KNIFE IN HAND!
"Percy?" She answered politely, beginning to polish the threatening weapon.
"Why are you mad?" He kept his eyes on the shiny bronze.
Had he watched her, he would've seen a variety of emotions cross her face-anger, shock, something that was maybe love.
"You're such a dork Seaweed Brain!" She yelled, making him flinch and hit his head on the window.
"Umm...okay." He agreed fearfully. Argus chuckled.
Annabeth's flinty eyes-which he couldn't help but think of as beautiful-softened slightly.
"Sorry Percy. But you're still a dork." She patted him on the head like he was a child, smirking.
Percy had to smile.
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