AN: I'm really sorry about the wait and sorry about any spelling/grammar mistakes.

R&R…

The Next Day

Annabeth

I groan as I open my eyes a little and am met with the bright sun shining through my bedroom window. I wince as the bright light makes my throbbing head ache even more. I close my eyes again and bury my head in my pillow. Why do I feel so sick?

I feel Percy stir besides me and shuffle over a little more so I'm closer to him. I rest my head on his chest… his bare chest. I bolt upright, my eyes wide as I realise I'm only in my underwear. A peak at Percy tells me he's only in his boxers.

"Percy," I whisper, poking his shoulder and trying not to look lower than above his waist. He groans but continues to sleep.

"Percy," I say louder, shaking his shoulder.

"What?" he murmurs.

"Percy. Why are you naked?" I ask.

"What?" his eyes snap open.

"I thought that would get you up," I smile before remembering our situation and letting my smile drop. His eyes widen at the sight of me in only my underwear and I pull the bedcovers up until they're covering me. I watch, my face red, as he looks at his boxers and then back at me.

"What happened last night?" I ask, quietly.

"I took you to a gay bar," he whispers about a minute later. He looks as confused as I do.

"We obviously got drunk. I feel terrible," I moan and he nods in agreement.

"And we came home around midnight," he adds.

"Yeah, that's right. I fell over and then you fell on top of me and then I said…" my eyes widen even more as I trail off, remembering what I said. Does he remember that?

"I love you," Percy fills in for me. The three words make my heart beat faster even though he's only finishing my sentence. "I said it back to you and then your dad came downstairs."

"Oh no. He saw us on the floor, two drunk idiots and then you kissed him," I say.

Percy chokes on his saliva. "I don't remember that!"

"Only on the cheek but… still, you kissed my dad!" I nearly yell.

"And now we're nearly naked," he whispers.

"D-did we?" I stutter. I was hoping I'd at least remember my first time…

"I don't know. Would you have ticked it off your list if we had?" he asks and I nod abruptly before jumping out of bed, dropping the bedcover, and finding my notebook in my draw. I open it, holding in a deep breath and I let my eyes scan over the page…

Let Silena give me a makeover. (Complete)

Go out more and hang around with my friends. (Complete)

Camp on a beach. (Complete)

Write letters to each of my friends and close family.

Spend a few nights at the Lotus Hotel.

Party all night. (Complete)

Get drunk and do stuff that normal teenagers would do. (Complete)

Sleep with a guy. (I am seventeen.)

"Thank god," I sigh as I see that 'Sleep with a guy' isn't ticked off.

"We didn't?" Percy asks, relief in his voice.

"We didn't," I confirm. "Maybe we'll remember everything else later. I wonder what my dad said…"

"He's probably angry," Percy replies.

"Yeah. I bet he is."

"He's going to kill me," Percy whines.

"Just get dressed before someone walks in," I say and I grab jeans and a plain white shirt out of my draw.

I throw my clothes on with my back to Percy but I swear I feel his eyes on me more that once. It makes me feel light-headed and excited. Once I'm done I go to the mirror and start fixing my messy wig.

I bite my lip when I realise I can see Percy changing. He's bending over, sliding jeans over his legs, and my heart starts beating faster. He has one cute ass.

I'm still staring when he turns around and his eyes meet mine in the mirror. I blush as I realise he's caught me and I look away while I throw my wig into a ponytail.

"Like what you see?" he asks, amusement thick in his voice.

"Shut up," I snap, folding my arms across my chest. He comes up behind me, wraps his arms around my waist and rests his chin on my shoulder. "I felt you checking me out when I was getting change."

"Guilty," he mumbles and kisses my neck. I chuckle. "At least I admitted it."

I roll my eyes and turn my head so our noses are touching.

"We better go down and face my dad," I whisper though that's the last thing I want to do.

"In a minute," he replies and presses his lips to mine. I turn in his arms and wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. He walks backwards until his legs hit the bed and he falls onto the mattress, pulling me down with him.

"I think we did this when we came to bed last night," I mumble against his lips, last nights events suddenly coming back.

"Yeah, I think I remember that. I also remember stripping you of your clothes until you were in your underwear," he whispers. I feel my face heat up again.

"Hmm, I remember that. Even in your drunken state you wouldn't take it further and I'm sure that led me to having a tantrum and us falling asleep in our underwear," I add.

"That sounds about right. I wasn't going to take advantage of you," he says.

"Thank you," I reply before pressing my lips to his again.

I knock comes from the door and I jump off of the bed and Percy sits up. "Yeah?" I call out. My dad walks in. "Hi, dad," I greet, innocently.

Percy clears his throat. "Good morning, sir."

"How do you feel?" my dad asks, sounding too calm.

"Terrible," Percy and I say in unison.

"Good. I let you go out and you come home, slurring your words and stumbling around. I didn't think you'd do this," dad says, angrily.

"We were only having a little fun!" I moan.

"You call that fun? Besides, you're underage!" my dad yells.

"Everyone drinks at our age, dad," I snap. "Why shouldn't I be able to do it? Because I'm different? Because I'm dying?"

My dads' face pales and I feel Percy put a hand on my arm, telling me to back off.

"It won't happen again, Mr. Chase," Percy insists, quietly.

My dad nods, obviously upset and walks out without another word, slamming the door closed behind him.

I slump onto my bed and put my head in my hands.

"That's the first fight we've had in nearly a year," I whisper, trying not to cry.

"I'm sorry," Percy apologizes, wrapping his arms around me again and holding me firmly against his chest.

"It's not your fault," I reply.

"It kind of is. I'm the one who took you out," Percy explains.

"I know but it was such a great night. Why shouldn't I get to act like every other teenager?" I cry, the tears betraying me and sliding down my cheeks.

"Hey, don't cry. Please, I hate seeing you upset," Percy begs, kissing away my tears. "You know he's just trying to protect you."

"I know but I feel suffocated, you know? I can't leave the house without him asking where I'm going. I have to call my dad or text to tell him I'm okay in school or when I'm hanging out with friends. It's annoying. I feel like a baby."

"Then tell him. Make him understand how you feel. You have to remember that you're his daughter. A father protects his daughter and that's what he's trying to do," Percy insists.

"I know it's hard for him. Maybe I will talk to him," I whisper.

"Who's the wise one now?" Percy teases, trying to lighten the mood.

I chuckle and punch his arm, playfully. "Shut up. You will always be my Seaweed Brain."

"And you, Annabeth Chase, will always be my Wise Girl," Percy says, looking me in the eye.

"That sounds like something they say at wedding's," I grin.

"Then we are getting married," he jokes.

"I would love to marry you," I whisper, dreamily. 'If I'm still alive,' I want to add but decide against it.

"You will one day, I promise," Percy smiles.

"You are not proposing to me right now, are you? I want you to propose to me on a beach while we are taking a romantic walk and I don't want an engagement ring," I say.

"Hey, I'm the one who's meant to plan these things," Percy objects and I laugh.

"Fine but, please, no meals in a restaurant. That's so overused."

"Okay. I'm going to go pay my mom a visit," he announces.

"I'll come with," I reply and stand up.

"No," Percy says, standing also and putting his hands on my hips. "You go talk to your dad."

"Now?" I moan.

"Yes. Get it over and done with otherwise this house will be hell to stay in," Percy orders.

"Fine," I give in, hesitantly.

Percy and I leave the room and head downstairs. I walk him to the door and kiss him goodbye when I see no one is looking. Once he leaves I walk into the living room and find my dad alone on the couch, his shoulders slumped.

"Dad," I start and he looks up at me. "We need to talk…"

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