Percabeth in the I'm-going-to-strangle-you-but-I-want-to-kiss-you phase
thanks! i think this takes place somewhere in between battle of the labyrinth and last olympian :)
“Are you crazy?” yells Annabeth, stalking towards Percy. He lies on a bed in the infirmary, sipping on a glass of nectar.
“I like to think so, yeah,” he says, grinning at her. His smile wants to make her forgive him, but she won’t.
“What the hell were you thinking,” she shouts, “Going after that monster by yourself? Gods, Percy, you can be such an idiot sometimes!” She slumps into the chair next to him, letting her helmet fall to the floor.
“So I’ve been told,” he says casually, “But that doesn’t mean that I wasn’t right. Battle strategies, yeah? You’ve got your invisibility cap, so I took the attack.”
“Against a giant monster.”
“That could have killed you.”
“Is this your funny way of trying to say that if I died, you’d be sorry? Because I’ve almost died lots of times,” He laughs and looks at her.
She fights the blush off her face. This is not a laughing matter. “Of course I’d miss you, Seaweed Brain. What kind of a question is that?”
He nudges her with his unbroken arm and says, “For the record, I’d miss you too.”
“You’d better.” Annabeth says darkly.
“I would.” He insists.
“I still want to kill you.” She says, standing. But she knows that she doesn’t really mean it anymore.
“Well, nothing’s changed then, huh?” He chuckles.
She whacks him playfully over the head and leaves the infirmary.
Yes, Percy Jackson’s an idiot, but that doesn’t stop her from having a stupidly massive crush on him.