A/N: Cool. The last time I updated I forgot to write another Author's Note for you guys. So, well here is it. I made some adjustments about my schedule since class started to become evil ever since I recovered from the school vacation. I think I might have made the chapter a little longer than what I used to write, so be glad. Still, reviews are very much appreciated!

Annabeth woke up in a vibrating pillow, her ringtone muffled by the layers of cotton above her phone, creating a disoriented buzzing rhythm.

She must have left her phone in there before she slept. She grabbed the little device and typed in the password for a few tries before successfully unlocking it.

Annabeth squinted her eyes at the bright screen, a pop-up showing she got a message from Gorgeous Percy (Seaweed):

Percy: Morning. Want to take a walk?

She should have been shocked. But he had already called, text and asked her several times that a casual offer for a walk seemed no more than a good morning would sound to her. A good morning that would sent a blinding smile on her face and a warm feeling on Annabeth's chest that could beat up any hot soup shoved down her throat. She thought it's stupid. That she was stupid for allowing her thoughts drift to that. But a little part of her wishes that he also feels the same way she feels about him and thinks of her the way she thinks of him. Like Annabeth thought of him with the most awesome un-prince charming-like attitude that happen to sweep her off her feet yet, ended up losing both of their balance causing them to fall hard on their butts. And then they would laugh like hobos do laugh and they would ride the back of a truck while munching on double stuf Oreo cookies, rather than a fairytale pumpkin carriage driven by a not-so-real horse. She so desperately hopes he likes her too, because she likes him too much for it to become addicting.

Annabeth reconsidered this before typing:

Annabeth: Morning too. Sorry, but no.

She got up from her bed and stretched up but not for too long when her phone buzzed again.

Percy: Sorry too. But, I'm already outside your house.

Her face frowned for a moment before she replied.

Annabeth: You shouldn't have asked. It's not like you gave me options anyway.

Annabeth barely made it to the bathroom door when she felt another vibration.

Percy: Come with me (no breakfast) or come with me (w/ breakfast). Now, choose.

Annabeth: Tempting…but, I think I'll pick the former.

Percy: Annabeth! Why?!

Annabeth laughed quietly, thinking it was so Percy to have emoji's on a text message. It was so him she could hardly think of anything but his goofy face. She thought this over before typing.

Annabeth: I want to see you cry.

Percy: No joke. But, I'm going inside your house. I'm dragging you here.

Annabeth: You wouldn't. (insert glare here)

Percy: (glares back, more intense) Yes, I would.

Annabeth stifled a laugh as she changed her clothes. It wasn't like she didn't want him there, it was exactly the opposite. But, she'd like to play with him a little longer than what was possible.

Annabeth: No, you wouldn't. I'm changing. Unless you have some dark intentions back there….

She went over her door to find a completely red Percy, clutching his phone like a lifeline with a very horrified expression on his face. Was the thought of her in lingerie really that terrifying? She hoped not.

"Hello. I think we should start walking," Annabeth said, as she waved a hand on his face.

He looked to be extremely mortified.

Annabeth walked past him and when she glanced back, she's beaming at Percy.

"By the way Percy, I just have to say this. But, I really like your hair."

She thought it was too much. That it was too personal to be categorized as friendly and he would think of her as a really freak girl.

So she decided to walk a few more steps to avoid the growing awkwardness before she was stopped by a very amused and giddy Percy.

"Is it real, Annabeth?" He held her shoulders tightly they might leave a mark, but she doesn't care. Annabeth doesn't care that he might be the death of her. Besides, if he did, she'd die happy anyways. Percy stared at her intently, watching her expression. "Did you just say my name?"

Annabeth blinked at him. "Yeah, I think I did."

His face turned from amused to joyful. The next thing Annabeth knew was that she was engulfed in a massive bear hug. Percy's arms were carefully wrapped around her petite body and he was so soft he might've been a teddy bear in disguise. His chin was rested on her head and her nose nuzzled the red scarf hanging around his neck. Annabeth might have also heard his steady and strong pulse despite the thick layers of fabric covering his skin. She could feel him smile even though she couldn't see his face. If anything, Annabeth noticed that he held her tighter than before, and perhaps it was enough to hear their hearts on the same beat and to feel their breathing on the same intervals. She let out a cold, smoky puff and Percy laughed breathily.

"You remembered my name," was all he said. But, Percy said it with such intensity that it sent a whole lot of shivers and warmth in Annabeth's body. It reopened the cage of butterflies and well, it also brought out fluffy clouds for it to feel like she was on literal cloud nine. And that's when it hit her. She had said his name aloud without thinking, not even trying to remember who he was. His name rolled off her tongue so easily it might always slip. And really, Annabeth tried hard, but she couldn't pinpoint the reason. Was she already starting to heal? She hopes so. But, perhaps he'd been with a lot for her hands and ears to feel and hear that it's Percy. The guy who went inside her life without knocking and stayed without even asking. He has this kind of aura that made her feel so special. So special that sometimes it starts to get hurt. Annabeth doesn't push him, though. They've been stuck together for a time that if she tried to get him off, it would just double the pain.

"You spied on me," Annabeth confirmed. Percy stopped laughing and before he said anything, Annabeth said, "Don't even try to deny it."

He hummed contentedly. "I wasn't going to deny it. It's true. I spied on you."

"How much have you known?" she asked cautiously.

Percy shrugged, "About your personal profile, hobbies, profiles, work experiences and the like."

Annabeth tensed. "How about my condition?"

"You being dyslexic or you having diagnosed with prosopamnesia?"

Her throat suddenly felt dry and the air became too dense for Annabeth. "The latter."

"Face-forgetfulness. That's why you didn't remember me the second time we met?"

She nodded.

"I really thought I creep you back then. Thinking you wanted to forget me for being so stupid," Percy whispered.

Her chuckles were muffled by his coat, but Percy thought it was endearing. Annabeth, as a whole, was always endearing.

He's crazy.

"Aren't you scared or disgusted by me?" Annabeth asked after a few silent beats.

"Why would I? I'm dyslexic too. And people with same case as yours should be taken with extra care."

"Do you think I'm fragile?"

"No," he said firmly. "You're just misunderstood, misjudged, but you're not weak. You're strong Annabeth."

"Easy for you to say."

"You remembered me anyways," he said.

"Yeah," she said. "I think I just said it unknowingly."

He wrapped a blond curl around his finger, tugging at it softly. "Was that supposed to be a good thing or a bad thing?"

"I don't know. Depends on what you think of it," Annabeth answered.

"Well, what I think doesn't matter. Your opinion matters to me."

Annabeth chuckled. "You're being sappy."

"I've been told."

"I…" Annabeth began, but she couldn't get the words out. "Both. I think."

Percy stopped twirling the curl and rested his hands on Annabeth's back.

"Why?"

"I guess…I don't know how to tell it."

"It's fine," Percy whispered. "It's fine."

He doesn't push her. He doesn't force her. Percy just lets her think and have the time she wants. And it's another trait she's grateful for. He was always patient.

She looked into his eyes and they seemed to be peering through her. But what caught her breath was that they were a few shades brighter that earlier, and they definitely dulled the stars she once colored on her solar system project. His sea green eyes contrasted dramatically with his windswept ebony hair and she thinks she could remember him far more than the extent of her memory offered.

She would remember him with every cell of her being.

"Let's go," Percy said and walked ahead of her only by three steps when Annabeth called him.

"Percy."

He turned back, his eyebrows creasing ever so slightly she found him cute, with a curious glance at her.

Annabeth smiled gratefully at him, sweeter than her any other smiles for Percy. And when he blushed, her smile could have reached both the tip of her ears.

"Thanks for being my best friend."

Percy had been with Annabeth all throughout the day, even though she just promised a morning walk. So much had happened that it didn't even seemed real, as if he was dreaming all along. But no, he can never smell her lemon-scented hair if he was in a dream. Nor can he even hold her hand without shooting electricity on his fingertips. Percy had been with her far too many times that he can tell which hand was Annabeth's, even blindfolded. He knows every strip of emotion that passes through her face and he knows how Annabeth's pulse always fall on the same beat as him. He found it weird actually, knowing so much of a person by just spending a whole day with her. Especially when he feels like they've been best friends forever when in fact, she just announced the new progress not later that morning.

Well, Percy thinks Annabeth's more than just a girl to him. She's more than a quite stubborn yet wise prosopamnesiac girl he had ever encountered. She was so Annabeth-y that sometimes it strikes him how full she was. She was far better than any other girl he met that everyone seemed so normal and dull compared to Annabeth. He thought back on the time she thanked him for being her best friend when in fact, it was her he needed to thank. Annabeth made him so real that it's harder to draw back from her world than before. Percy's breathing her so much he's afraid he cannot survive without her holding him. Or being around him.

He'd drank of her too many to be called healthy and ended up being intoxicated to her instead.

Annabeth laughed as she aimed a snowball on Percy. Thankfully, he managed to dodge it right in time before it made contact with his red-nosed puffy face.

"That's unfair! I wasn't even looking!" Percy protested.

"That's the game, Perce. Sorry, we're enemies today," Annabeth replied as she threw another one. It landed on Percy's right ear.

"Cold," he said as he faked convulsing. It's true that it's cold, since it's really snowing but, he did that for extra dramatic effect. Well, because he looked funny. And being funny made Annabeth happy. She was just the reason, seriously.

She was busy giggling when he secretly threw a snowball at her. It hit her straight in the face. Annabeth stopped moving. He was afraid for second there before she started sprinting off toward his direction and he knew they're in for playing tag tonight.

They continuously ran in circles, getting curious glances from others but, they didn't care. Percy didn't care.

When he suddenly paused, Annabeth easily caught up to him and judo-flipped him right on the spot. Percy was glad it was snowing, for it helped soften the blow. She pushed her right knee on his chest and pressed her right arm tightly below his chin. Annabeth looked at him furiously, well tried to, but she was holding back her grin that it looked like a grimace. Her face was flushed from the run and she was breathing heavily but, nonetheless she got that smug look on her face that Percy thinks translates to 'Yeah-I-win-you-are-loser-Idiot.'

"Cheater," Annabeth said, quite short of breath.

"That's the game, Wise Girl."

"You do know that you just complimented me instead of insulting me?"

"I know."

"Good thing you know, Seaweed Brain."

They don't speak for a moment, just staring at each other while all seemed to move around them. Time sort of froze in their Percy-Annabeth zone. Percy though that this was the moment when Annabeth was supposed to lean in and kiss him senseless right there, like what usually happens in the movies. But this was not a movie and this was Annabeth for goodness sake! She could do something out of the ordinary and still look awesome.

Annabeth dusted herself off him and muttered, "We should head home."

Percy followed in suit, and he's pretty sure she was more than ordinary.

They reached the subway in time.

"Go get the tickets," Annabeth ordered.

Percy felt his back pockets. He did it again. He looked into every pocket his jeans have but there's no traces of his wallet. His wallet, together with his phone, was gone.

"Oh, shit!"

Annabeth glanced at him warily. "Percy?"

Percy looked at her horrified. "I think we need to walk."

"You're stupid enough to lose both your phone and wallet," Annabeth said as she popped a cookie in her mouth, "but more stupid to make us ride in the back of an animal truck."

A cow moos at her for some effect.

"See?"

"It's the best option we have," Percy replied while reaching for another cookie in Annabeth's hand.

"No, it's not. We could have hailed a cab to the apartment and pay him right there."

"Yeah, but this is awesome." A pig snorted, if that was even to be called a snort, like it was trying to say that it didn't definitely agree.

"Even the pig wants us out."

"You should've brought your phone and wallet Annabeth."

"I really wish I did. Riding secretly on this truck makes me like some sort of an escaped criminal," she said.

"At least, we're good looking criminals," Percy joked.

"Just shut up, Percy."

They spent the rest of their time chatting quietly while eating Oreo cookies to accompany their hungry stomachs.

Sometimes, when they lose track of their conversation, they just squeezed each other's hand and everything was said right then and there. Or at times, he just listens to her every intake and release of breath while she feels the steady throbbing of his pulse on her hand.

These things, Percy thinks, what doesn't usual best friends do. They weren't supposed to judo-flip each other, ride at the back of an animal truck and listen like a creep to his best friend's breathing. But, he wasn't normal. Annabeth wasn't normal, either. Different in a way whatever it may sound, but they were Percy and Annabeth. Not some typical best friends who were always nice with each other. Compliments for them were sarcasms, hanging out meant playing monopoly or tag, and late midnight snacks were seaweeds, pizzas and blue pancakes. They were far beyond the definition of normal.

Well...

He's Percy Jackson.

"Wise Girl?"

Her best friend.

"Yeah, Percy?"

She's Annabeth Chase.

"Thanks for being my best friend."

His best friend.

"Yeah, Seaweed Brain."

And nothing else mattered.