Her migraine might have worked its miracles again into creating a very delusional Annabeth. Seriously, she dreamt of talking to this guy, long enough to be called a decent conversation and they were in her freaking room right now. She thought she might need another check-up for her another developing disorder. In case, there's a new disease called Annabeth's Delusional Self, she could never be sure. All she knew was she couldn't believe she was having a really normal conversation with an undoubtly cute guy who happened to be her apartment mate. And her poor mind just couldn't process what's suddenly happening. Annabeth pinched herself for good measure and wow, it hurt like fires of Hephaestus.

She's not dreaming.

Not. Really.

Her apartment mate's laughter brought her back to earth down to her room. He must've been telling a joke. She smiled for an excuse.

"Apartment mate?" she asked, trying to gather his attention.

"Really, Annabeth? You could just call me by name. Percy sounds nice," he said with a wink.

She laughed, real this time, and not some fake sound coming to bubble from her throat for some pretending thing. She missed the feeling of being happy. She missed laughing.

"Percy?" Annabeth tried the sound of his name on her tongue, and it came so natural just like speaking a word instilled to her. Like Annabeth. Like love. Like Percy.

Suddenly, the room temperature was too hot for Annabeth's burning face.

'Oh, Annabeth gather your wits! Really, being distracted over a guy? Forget those over-active hormones of yours!' she chastised herself.

"Yes, Annabeth?"

"Can I take a picture of you?" she asked, trying not to sound eager. It's not like she'll post it across her bed so that he's the first thing she sees when she wakes up. She would not do that. She just did this to somehow remember him, as he looked to be staying with her at some point in time. At least, that was what her mind believed. But her heart? We could never know.

"Am I too handsome?" Percy nudged her with his shoulder and she tried hard not to categorize the action as flirty.

"Just agree to it. I bet no one has asked you for a picture in your whole life," she teased.

"Nah. They're all too coward to go near me. I admire you for your courage though."

Annabeth picked up her camera and posed to capture him. Percy made an awful duck face. As she looked to see the image, a small smile made its way on her face, though she tried to conceal it.

"I am gorgeous. You're smiling." Percy leaned back on the sofa, his hands propped behind his head. He shifted his gaze to watch Annabeth, who failed to bit her lip from smiling.

"No you're not. And I am not smiling." She turned her back to him, trying to hide her spreading grin.

"Hahaha, Annabeth. Try harder this time. And did I tell you that I accidentally got my foot stuck inside the toilet bowl?"

With this, Annabeth burst out laughing, holding on the arm chair very hard to resist chuckling.

"See? You're laughing at me. I can't believe you can actually do this." Percy put a hand on his heart and feigned a hurt expression, but he's really beaming.

"That was the most idiotic thing I ever heard. Seriously, of all the places, the toilet bowl?"

He nodded in affirmation. "That's why we have the word 'accident' right, Annabeth?"

"Yeah. Like you're accidentally my apartment mate." Annabeth stuck a tongue at him.

"Like we're accidentally talking."

"Does that have to be an accident? I think it's very much an option."

"I guess you're right. And remember, you accidentally forgot me," Percy said nonchalantly. He didn't really meant that sentence to come out rude but he felt Annabeth stiffened beside him, gone all their playful banters a while ago. She avoided looking in his eyes. He might've crossed the line.

"Look, Annabeth I didn't –"

"You see, Percy. I need to sleep early in order to have the required 8 hours amount of sleep and to function in my maximum ability," Annabeth interrupted. She didn't pushed or shoved to get him to leave, just the look on her face was enough to drive him away. He didn't try to apologize once more though, as he thought it might just ignite her anger or it might just fall on deaf ears. As she closed the door, he heard her whispered some words. "…so that I'll not be stressed and I just might not forget your face."

Percy thought, 'Annabeth certainly didn't tell me something. I need to figure it out.'

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Percy shuffled through papers and folders, trying to find the name 'Annabeth Chase'. Thanks to his newly acquired position, he had free access to the files and folders of their company. Apparently, he'd been searching for approximately 30 minutes, far too long by the time he bet he'll find it. He reached for the last folder in C section, his only last hope. When he flipped the page, he saw bold letters printed in the front: Annabeth Chase.

"Yes! Found you!" he yelp. He scampered towards the nearby chair, and held the folder like some sort of magical artifact.

"Annabeth Chase," he read.

"24 years old, born on July 12, woah, she's a Leo." He tapped his chin continuously as if contemplating a fact. "Explains the feisty attitude."

Percy continued reading the rest of her background: pretty much a long list of achievements taking up the whole pages of her document. Accidentally, he turned to her medical records. Her clinical and laboratory tests were okay, showing she has a good physical health. Not much can be seen except that she has a case of dyslexia and – what is this? He focused on the words carefully, attempting to make the dancing letters on his visions. He has dyslexia too, and perhaps they could have some sort of mutual agreement in hating books. Unfortunately, Annabeth's a book worm.

"Pro – so – pam – ne – sia," he uttered in its syllables.

"Prosopamnesia, prosopamnesia, prosopam – What the hell is this?"

He grabbed his phone and typed in the unfamiliar word eating at his curiosity. His eyebrows furrowed on concentration while he was struggling to understand the definition of the unknown word.

Wikipedia:

Prosopamnesia is a selective neurological impairment in the ability to learn new faces. There is a special neural circuit for the processing of faces as opposed to other non-face objects. Prosopamnesia is a deficit in the part of this circuit responsible for encoding perceptions as memories.

Prosopamnesia presents itself in patients as an inability to recognize people they have previously encountered based on their faces. Prosopamnesiacs show a memory for facial stimuli that they learned prior to the onset of their condition (in the case of acquired prosopamnesia) or for facial stimuli that they have encountered repeatedly for long periods of time (in the case of congenital prosopamnesia). They may be able to use other cues from a person, such as his hair, suit, or skin color to recognize him, if they have seen that person before. Facial features such as his nose, mouth, cheeks, eyes, and ears would appear novel to a prosopamnesiac, even after having seen a specific face many times.

Percy's eyes widened at the word, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Face forgetfulness…" He recalled back the moments when Annabeth seemed to forget about him. She'd been trying to cope up with this disease the whole time? And just then, Percy felt a swirling storm of guilt trying to break him. He'd been too haste to judge her, without knowing the situation she was in. How did she even managed to go through this when nothing seemed to stay the same? He thought of her meeting the same person over and over yet not being able to remember. He cringed. He looked back again on her papers and saw her main objective:

To build something permanent

Suddenly, like a flash of lightning, he scurried over his things and dashed to her place where he, as what he believed, he can be permanent.

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Annabeth was slipping on her pajamas when she heard someone knocking on her door. She groaned in frustration and looked at the clock:

9:47 PM

"Who the hell takes a visit at 9:47 in the evening?" she cried.

She contemplated on changing her clothes but left it as it was, probably to emphasize that she's going to bed. She opened the door to reveal a man she knew but couldn't remember.

"Uh, hi Annabeth? Good Evening?" he greeted somewhat awkwardly.

She squinted her eyes at him, trying to remember his name. He noticed it.

"Sorry! It's Percy. Your apartment mate." He smiled shyly.

Apartment mate seemed to ring a bell on her. Yeah. Just recently, Annabeth had a new neighbor upstairs. Cool.

"Okay?" she asked. She looked over his things and saw a plastic of unopened peanuts and a jar of seaweeds on the other. She peered at him, curiously.

"Ah, yeah." He scratched his neck like he was sort of… embarrassed? Was he?

"I was hoping you could help me crack this," he raised his bag of peanuts, "and in turn, I'll give you this." He gestured to his jar of seaweeds.

She raised an eyebrow at him. She found him quite funny.

At the empty response of Annabeth, he seemed to panic a little.

"You like seaweeds, don't you?" he questioned. He's really afraid he'll get a 'no' from her, well, any 'no' sounded negative enough, especially coming from Annabeth. But, hey, it was in her documents that she liked seaweeds, nutella, olive pizza, black coffee… and well, he sounded creepy.

Annabeth glanced at him, warily.

In his frustration, he accidentally blurted out words she isn't supposed to hear: "Well, next time I can bring a jar of nutella and a cup of black coffee… or perhaps you'll like some olive pizzas with it, just – " He stopped himself. She was looking at him, incredulously. Maybe he said too much?

"Wait," she raised her hand to silence him. "How do you happen to know my favorites? Answer me."

Percy was speechless. How was he supposed to explain that he spied on her through her documents without looking like a creep?

"Uh…" The words seemed caught on his throat.

"Uh, what? Answer me," Annabeth growled at him. She could be pretty scary. He couldn't form a response.

"Tell me, have you been spying on me?" she asked, curiously.

Yes, he was actually prying on her life but he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of knowing. Instead, he smirked.

"I may or I may not."

Annabeth gave him a matching smirk, much slyer than what he had. She's great at this.

"Definitely you are." She moved from her doorway to let him in. He grinned.

"You are happy I let you in," she pointed out.

"No, I am not." Percy tried copying her stubbornness.

"Whatever." She made her way towards the kitchen to get a large bowl when she said something.

"I am really craving for some pizza and black coffee right now," Annabeth grabbed the nut cracker on her cabinet. "But a jar of seaweeds and a bag of peanuts will do."

Really, Percy tried hard. But he couldn't wipe his smile spreading from one ear to the other when he saw her smile at the moment she thought he's not watching.

It's a secret. Don't tell Annabeth. But seriously?

He's really happy she let him in.