Title: Smile More
Word count: 1,133
Summary: In which Percy finds Annabeth utterly and amazingly cute, it didnt help that she wore a skirt today. Drabble.
Note: wtf I can never come up with a decent summary for one-shots. Originally posted to my ff.net which you could find here .
Percy didn’t know how he started taking a certain liking in Annabeth Chase. They were different. Entirely, worlds apart kind of different. He didn’t like her at first, being partnered for an assignment is never the correct way to make a friend, but even after she received her grade Percy still found her ringing on his doorbell every thursday, asking to study.
It might’ve warmed his beat up heart just a little to know that someone out there cared enough to at least (persistently) try to be his friend.
They didn’t talk much. Mostly just sarcastic remarks that made them both happy whether they’d admit it or not. Not to forget the taunting smirks from Percy, also. He liked to tease her, but she always bit back.
They weren’t very close either, just close enough for both of them to call the other a dipshit without really minding.
He knew one of the reasons she chose his place over the library was because his household was quiet, and even though Percy was a whole messy mess himself, it gave Annabeth somewhat of a reassurance that there were nobody else in the room she had to look happy for besides Sally. Which, over the three weeks they’ve been working together, had became like the mother she never had.
Annabeth came from a rich family. She wore sweaters and jeans to school mostly, not skirts or dressed like you’d expect from a girl like her. She was polite to it seemed everyone but Percy, and maybe that was why he liked her.
Percy learned that Annabeth liked owls. He learned that she was even more intelligent than she appeared, and that her mom left when she was only five, that she was heartbroken but by time, still didn’t forgive much less give a shit. If she’s didn’t show her face for 12 years its a clear sign she isn’t gonna show it very soon, she said. A family member is someone who takes care of you and has been there for you, biologically speaking, she’s just someone who gave birth to me. she’s not part of my family.
He was entranced, because Percy had never met anyone as deep and meaningful as Annabeth. Someone so straight forward and well spoken, who knew bullshit when she saw it. Throw her good looks into the picture and she was practically a goddess. He didn’t know how in hell he didn’t notice her until this year.
Annabeth learned that Percy liked the color blue. Anything blue (or black) you could easily bribe him with. She learned he liked piercings. A lot. As is the metal on his face didn’t give away the memo. She learned that despite their social differences, they had quite the things in common. Both of them appreciated good alternative music, for starters. Both of them knew someone who left them, secondly.
She liked him, because he was different. He didn’t really care what people thought of him, he said that was lame. As long as I like myself, thats all that really matters. Percy swam against the tide, and Annabeth liked that.
Percy tapped his fingers on the table to some song he recognized Annabeth playing at his apartment last week. It was Biology, their only class together, and Percy was so bored that the only thing that seemed to interest him was the fact that Annabeth wore a skirt today instead of her usual denim jeans. And she didn’t look bad. Like, at all.
She had her grey hoodie pulled down low, so the only part of a skirt that could be seen was two inches of black fabric. Leaving her long, tan legs visible to Percy’s wandering eyes. But he couldn’t stare at her directly, that’d be way too obvious, especially since Annabeth was observant. Even with her sitting two rows ahead of him (he sat in the back back) to the right, so he settled with glancing every so often from the corner of his eye, trying to imprint her perfect figure into his brain so he wouldn’t have to keep looking at her. But damn, Annabeth was so fucking attractive.
They both didn’t have any friends in that class, only the two of them, so it wasn’t very hard to get Annabeth alone when the period ended.
Percy pushed through the crowd of students to get to her. A couple of them shot him dirty looks, but their fault for taking their sweet time.
Her hair was down as usual, with bobby pins holding her long bangs to the side. Percy remembered her telling him that it was so she can actually see without having to push the mess from her eyes every few minutes. He thought it was adorable.
“Wearing a skirt today I see."
Annabeth glared at him with her piercing grey eyes, that created such a good color contrast with her blonde hair and naturally pink lips. Percy was momentarily distracted.
"Everything else is in the laundry. I didn’t want to come to school smelling like garbage, unlike someone I know." She gave him a pointed look.
"Gods, Wise Girl. You’re acting like I said you looked bad.” Annabeth rolled her eyes, but the faint blush that crept up onto her cheeks was not to be unseen. Percy smirked.
He smiled, white teeth beaming as she punched his shoulder. He couldn’t feel very much, it was obviously a playful act, but he couldn’t not smile at a frustrated/ annoyed/ emberessed Annabeth. He couldn’t.
” Hey, you should smile more.“ Annabeth said slowly as if she were making an observation she was unsure of. Then she added on, "It makes you look better.”
Now it was Percy’s turn to blush. The heat warmed his cheeks in a way that infuriated him, he had no control over blushing. He hoped he wasn’t sweating by now. So, having a head full of kelp, he said something only Percy Jackson would say, “You should shut the fuck up more."
It was still rotation time, and Percy guessed they probably had two or three minutes before the bell rang and signaled class. But the two of them were still walking at a good pace, and so he decided not to say anything about it. Plus, the wide grin that Annabeth had plastered on her face after he said what he said was definitely worth being late for.