Okay, Abi here...fair warning, this could be really bad so :) all round

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As Annabeth sat down in the comfortable throne in the forest, she began to admire the place around her. It was beautiful. Tiny and intricate flowers, much like the ones she'd received from the strangers this morning, were sprawled over the trees in neat little clumps. Percy would never come up with anything like this. But then again, Percy would have never said...Never mind. Maybe today, if he pulled out all the stocks, she might forive him. Might.

If Annabeth stared close enough at the lush green layers of leaves on the towering trees she could just see a thick black wire travelling down the back and round them. Fairy lights. This had one name written all over it. Piper. But if Percy had asked Piper for help, does that mean he's dedicated or just plain lazy?

Percy turned around the corner into the park. W.O.W. Piper had totally changed the place. It was beautiful. He didn't like the way she'd dressed the lake, but still. Annabeth would love it. Piper had given him a list of things to make sure Annabeth enjoyed her day. Percy privately wished Annabeth wasn't mad at him any more or this would be Hades on Earth. Annabeth would not just kill him. The silent treatment can be deadly to anyone who knows. Or anyone who knows Annabeth.

Percy watched as Malcolm, Annabeth's slightly overprotective brother walked up to her and said her name. She jumped and turned round to find him, smiling, although looking a little disappointed to see him. He couldn't help but smile at her vaguely happy face. He wished she would look at him with a smile the next time they spoke at the planned time. Soon.

Percy looked around at his friends, setting the table for a fun night. It would be good or Percy would die by Athena. He was sure death didn't get more painful than death by mother. Especially one trained in combat better than anyone else.

The sky was darkening a little by the time Annabeth sat down again. She'd been talking to Malcolm nearly all of five hours. It was amazing to see how much she missed being a sister rather than just a friend or a little more. When she did sit down again, it wasn't at her throne this time. It was at a huge and long wood table accompanied by her friends, lead by Malcolm. Annabeth looked around the table for Percy, trying to find him. He was nowhere to be seen. Annabeth supposed she might be able to survive a little longer without him, but not for long.

The evening begun with food, brought out by a smiling Juniper and Grover carrying any food anyone at the table could want. Annabeth sat next to Thalia and Grover. The tiny fairy lights turned on over the heads of the eaters and Annabeth glanced up to see the stars looking even closer with the yellowing lights hanging in the sky about the trees. Still, there was no sign of Percy. Annabeth secretly hoped he would show. She missed him like never before. It was impossible. But what he had done was punishable by severe something...and Percy loved Annabeth's company. Take it away and both of them are lost.

Jokes were told throughout the evening and everyone laughed. It was the most fun all of them had had in ages. Even Clarisse laughed, Chris's arm wrapped around her as she giggled to the Grover jokes which wouldn't have been funny without the good spirit of the evening and good food.

Music was playing throughout the evening. Annabeth excused herself when people started dancing to Grover's lively tunes on his reed pipes, avoiding any dancing. Soon she reached a tree with a post-it note attached. She picked it up and examined it, turning it over in her fingers.

Annabeth glanced down at the tiny blue post-it note in her hand.

"Sorry"

it read in Percy's untidy scrawl of handwriting. Annabeth smiled a little. She was getting her seaweed brain back. It was easier to forgive him than it should have been.

"I really am sorry, Annabeth," came Percy's deep voice from behind her. Her face fell and mind flooded with betrayal once more. Maybe distance was better. She could forget what he'd done with time and maybe come back. But it was hard to stay away from him for only a few days, it would be torture being longer away from him. She turned around to face him, her steely glare back in full mode but smiling behind the mask of anger. Percy backed up a little. Annabeth glared at Percy who smiled weakly at her.

"I know, I just can't believe what you did," she said.

"Please, I just want to show you something," Percy said, turning away from the trees. Annabeth felt she should stay put, but followed him anyway. Maybe this could help her love him completely again. And not hate him.

Percy lead her to the lake they used to sit at together and looked out over the lake to the small hut standing there, for Annabeth.

It was a small wooden hut made with several pillars surrounding a circular platform with stairs at the edges and stepping stones to the hut. The place was lit with more blue and purple fairy lights over the cone of wood on the top of the hut. Round the side of the top of it were engravings of owls. For Annabeth. How had Percy done all this? With the help of good friends. Did he think of this? Annabeth loved it. Almost as much as she loved Percy. Almost.

She tried to keep up the charade of still hating him but she couldn't. Who was she kidding? She couldn't stay mad with him. She broke and smiled back at him. Percy put his arm around her shoulder as they stared across the river, reflections of the yellow fairy lights in the dark blue water, their friends laughing at the feast behind them. Annabeth hugged Percy and said a private prayer to Aphrodite for her perfect man.

Percy smiled to himself and privately thanked Aphrodite for giving him the help of Piper. This day had been perfect for both him and Annabeth. And of course he had to thank the other friends who helped him build the cabin on the lake.

"I'm so sorry for what I did," he whispered into the silence.

Annabeth stared at him with her stormy-grey eyes. They always made him feel uncomfortable and he couldn't tell whether Annabeth was mad or not. Although, if he'd messed this all up, he wouldn't be alive for long. Malcolm would have something to say...Annabeth had to have clever siblings didn't she? Siblings who were so close they'd beat Percy up without a second command.

"It's fine Percy, but you should know better," she sighed into the almost silence of the evening, the dim sound of Grover's reed pipes in the background.

"I know. I cannot keep apologizing," he said, pleading.

"I know you're sorry. You know you shouldn't ever speak to me like that," Annabeth uttered as she stared out onto the lake where the hut lay.

Annabeth's words were true. He shouldn't have told that stupid joke.

"I should really watch my lips." Annabeth smiled.

"Next time you tell me a joke, try not to mock my appearance," she said.

"If people get offended by the type of joke, why do more people invent Blonde-Jokes?" Percy asked.

"Because we get annoyed. Apparently it's funny to think that all Blondes are dumb." It so isn't, thought Percy.

"Anyone who thinks Blondes are dumb really need to meet you," he muttered.

As the pair stare out across the river at the hut of the Owl, they begin to walk back to their friends, holding hands as they walk, both forgiven by the other. Percy span Annabeth in a circle, introducing a dance. Annabeth scowled and twisted Percy's hand behind his back. He laughed and so did she. Percabeth was back to normal.

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