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“So… are we going to like, do something?” Percy asks from where they’re laying on his bed. 

“Are we not already doing something?” Annabeth retaliates, gesturing to their entangled bodies. She’s tucked into his side, her leg thrown over both of his and arms loosely wrapped around his torso while he has his arm wrapped around her shoulders, 

“Well, yes… but no.” 

“Seaweed Brain,” she mutters and scoots impossibly closer to him. “Am I not fun to cuddle with?” 

“I love cuddling with you,” he admits without hesitation, “but I’m bored. Can’t we at least 
move to the living room to watch tv?”

“You literally have a tv in your room,” she points out. “Where’s your remote?”

“It’s not plugged in,” he tells her. “Come on, get up. I’ll even let you pick what we watch.” That’s a pretty good deal, he thinks so himself, but she doesn’t budge. He tries to push her off but she hangs on even tighter and he falls back with a huff. 

Annabeth shakes her head against his chest. “No. I want to stay here. You’re comfy.” 

“You’re needy.”

“You’re mean.”

“Not as mean as you.”

“How am I being mean? You’re the one forcing me to move.” 

“Annabeth, you haven’t moved an inch. No one is forcing you anywhere.” He rolls his eyes but there’s a smile on his face. He really does enjoy cuddling with her, but he’s so bored. They’ve been laying here since they got home from school two hours ago. Plus, his arm has fallen asleep behind her head, which is very uncomfortable. “‘Beth, seriously, my arm fell asleep.”

“Sounds like a you problem,” she sighs and closes her eyes. 

“No, no. Do not fall asleep,” he says sternly, rapping his knuckles on her head. “I mean it. Let me go get food or something. Please, the boredom is killing me.” 

“Gods, fine. You’re so whiny,” Annabeth mutters and pushes herself into a sitting position. “You go get food and I’ll try to put your tv together.” 

“Sounds good.” Percy stands and stretches his arms above his head. His back pops loudly, and Annabeth rolls her eyes at his complaints of becoming old. “Have fun with that,” he says when she reaches behind the tv for the chords. She makes a not-so-kind hand gesture before he heads down to the kitchen where his mom’s looking through a cookbook. 

“Hi, honey,” she greets him, not taking her eyes off the book. 

“Hey.” He searches through the cupboards but doesn’t find what he’s looking for. “Did we run out of chips?”

“Did we?” his mom frowns and comes to stand next to him. She sets her hands on her hips when she sees the lack of chip bags. “Huh, I guess so. Sorry, sweetie. I’ll add them to the grocery list.”

“Thanks,” he says gratefully and grabs the bag of pretzels as an alternative. “Do we have any of that lemonade left? I know Annabeth likes it.” 

She’s back to looking through the cookbook. “What do you think about chicken alfredo for dinner?”

“Sounds awesome, but do we still have the lemonade?” he tries asking again. 

“Oh, yes, sorry. It’s in the fridge.” She flips through another page. 

Percy takes the bottle from the fridge and poors the rest of the lemonade into a glass for Annabeth and grabs a can of coke for himself. “Thanks, Mom!” he calls from the hallway, not waiting for a response as he slips into his bedroom. 

“This is impossible,” Annabeth huffs. 

“What is?” Percy peers over his shoulder. 

“This!” She aggressively gestures to the tv. “I match the chords to their colors. Doesn’t work! I do the opposite. Still doesn’t work! Why can’t tvs just have one plug in?”

“Here, take this.” He hands her the drinks and pretzels before examining the chords at the back of the tv. Three chords, three plug ins, but all different colors. He does what Annabeth did and matches the colors together, and just as she said, nothing happens. There’s a thick black chord next to them and he follows it with his eyes to the floor, and of course, nothing is working because the tv itself isn’t plugged in. 

“Oh, wow. We’re dumb,” Annabeth deadpans from the bed as he plugs the chord into the wall. The tv flickers to life. “Ew, turn this off.” 

“What’s on?” Percy walks around the tv and looks at the screen. He laughs. “It’s just Dr. Pimple Popper.” 

“It’s disgusting.” 

“It’s satisfying.” 

Annabeth looks at him with an expression of pure disgust. “You think that-” she points at the tv where dr. pimple popper is popping a pimple the size of mount everest on someone’s back, “-is satisfying?” 

“Oh yeah.” Percy nods, just to mess with her, and faces the tv, watching with feigned interest. 

“You’re gross, and I’m leaving.” Annabeth makes a move to get off the bed, but Percy moves in record speed and pushes her back down by her wrists. Their faces are inches apart, their chests touching, but she breaks the intimate silence with, “I am not kissing you when dr. pimple whatever is playing in the background.” 

Percy buries his face into her neck and laughs. “I love you,” he says with vast fondness. 

“I love you too, but can we please turn this off,” she pleads, pushing him off her. She sits up and gags at the screen. 

“Now you’re just being dramatic.” Percy rolls his eyes but turns the channel anyway. A rerun of full house starts playing. 

“No, I was being a normal human being. Pimples that size shouldn’t even exist. And people should not be popping those pimples. And most importantly, people should not be broadcasting those people popping those pimples on tv. Because no one wants to see that,” she says, settling back into his bed and pulling the covers over her legs. 

He slides in on the other side of her, reaching over her for the bag of pretzels. “Awe man, they’re  not the twists,” he says in disappointment, peering into the bag of pretzel sticks. 

Annabeth scoffs. “The squares are the best.” 

Percy gives her an incredulous look. “The what now?” 

“The squares,” she says in a ‘duh’ tone. 

“I have never had squared pretzels.”

“Then you are missing out.” She keeps her eyes focused on the tv as she reaches into the bag for a handful of pretzels, her hand brushing his on the way out. 

“They all taste the same,” Percy says, taking a pretzel from her hand. 

“Then what’s the issue with the sticks?” She swats his hand away. “There’s a whole bag right there.”

He rolls his eyes in response. 

They’re quiet for a few minutes, just enjoying each other’s company. Annabeth’s now resting her head on his shoulder, and Percy had thought she’d fallen asleep until she laughed at something Joey said on tv. He smiles and kisses the side of her head. 

“Hey,” he says quietly. 

“Hm?”

“Dr. Pimple Popper isn’t playing anymore.”

“Yeah? So?”

“So I can kiss you now.” 

She lifts her head off his shoulder to look up at him. There’s a small smile playing at her lips and her grey eyes are sparkling in the evening sunlight coming through the window. She’s never looked more beautiful. Okay, she’s always beautiful but whatever. “I guess so.” 

Percy chuckles. “You guess so?”

“Mhm,” she hums in agreement, tilting her chin up, indicating she does want a kiss from him. He happily complies, kissing her softly and slowly. His fingers trail up her cheek and into her hair, his thumb caressing the skin underneath her ear. Her fingers clutch the fabric of his hoodie. Their lips move together slowly, the show long forgotten and pretzels kicked away. 

Annabeth moves closer, halfway on top of him now. His hand resting on her hip slides up to cup the back of her neck, pulling her face closer and deepening the kiss. She hums happily. When they finally pull away, they’re breathless and smiling. 

“I really do love you,” Annabeth whispers, eyes searching his and thumb rubbing the skin beneath his eye.

Percy leans up to kiss the tip of her nose, loving the way it crinkles. “I love you too. So much, Annabeth.” They’re silent for another moment. “Want another kiss?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to it,” Annabeth says, a light blush dusting her cheeks. She leans in close, closing her eyes, but they shoot open when he kisses the corner of her mouth instead. “Percy!”

He laughs heartily. “What?”

“Don’t tease!” she half whines, half laughs, pushing at his chest. 

“Okay, fine, come here.” He cups her cheeks and pulls her lips down to his. He smiles against her lips and can feel her own stretch into a small grin. She pulls away a couple seconds later, his lips chasing hers, but she lays her head back down on his chest, turning her attention back to the tv. 

For the next house, Percy runs his fingers through Annabeth’s hair, working out any knots and tangles, eventually lulling her to sleep. He learns then that Annabeth moves around a lot in her sleep. Like, a lot. One moment she’s laying on top of him, then the next she’s as far away from him as possible. 

When his mom comes in to tell them dinner’s ready around six o’clock, Annabeth’s back to laying against his side, head on his chest, but this time her face is towards his. She looks so peaceful when she sleeps, he hates to wake her up. 

“Oh, good,” she yawns, “I’m hungry.” 

“No, stay, just for a few more minutes,” Percy says when she moves her legs from underneath the blanket. 

She smirks. “You were trying to get rid of me earlier and now you want me to stay?”

“Well, yeah.” 

“You are so difficult to understand sometimes.” She shakes her head and stands, reaching a hand out. “Come on, let’s go eat.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“And then we’ll cuddle after.” 

Percy grins. “Whatever you say, Wise Girl.” 

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