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Sleeping with Other People Movie Storyline :
Can two serial cheaters get a second chance at love? After a one-night stand in college, New Yorkers Lainey and Jake meet by chance twelve years later and discover they each have the same problem: because of their monogamy-challenged ways, neither can maintain a relationship. Determined to stay friends despite their mutual attraction, they make a pact to keep it platonic, a deal that proves easier said than done.

Stars: Jason Sudeikis, Alison Brie, Jordan Carlos

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Percabeth "you make the best hot chocolate. I should date you just so I can have you make this for me all the time" "okay"

Annabeth is wearing pyjamas. Her cold, bare foot is tucked up on the stool she sits on as the other dangles towards the floor. 

“There’s this thing called heating, you know,” she informs Percy as he shuffles around his small kitchen on the other side of the counter she’s leaning against.

“Yeah,” he scoffs, “there’s also this thing called ‘being poor’.”

Annabeth gives the back of his head a look. He must feel his eyes on him because he glances over his shoulder and sticks his tongue out at her.

“If you knock on my door at midnight you have to put up with being a little cold,” he says, turning his back on her again.

Annabeth sighs. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“Your insomnia is beginning to interrupt my sleep schedule.”

He’s joking, she’s known him for enough months to recognise it in his tone, but she feels guilt creep into her stomach anyway. “I can go…”

Percy turns around properly now as he makes his way over to a cupboard to pull out two mugs. “Don’t be stupid. There are socks in my room, help yourself.”

Guilt is replaced by something else. Something warm and sugary that coats the inside of her ribs. She sends him a grateful smile as she slides off the stool and pads across the bare wooden floor to Percy’s bedroom.

The bedside lamp is on so she can make her way around without tripping over the random items of clothing scattering the floor. Annabeth has been in Percy’s apartment countless times before, his couch is a familiar resting place, she knows where to find a bowl in his kitchen, and she’s lost count of how many times she’s changed the toilet roll in his bathroom. But his bedroom? This is brand new territory.

Annabeth’s gaze lingers on the photographs tacked to the wallpaper above the chest of drawers shoved against the wall; of him and a curly haired boy as kids, gap-toothed smiles wide and carefree; of his mother looking beautiful and wind-swept on a beach; of a man with dark hair and a beard looking like Percy in twenty years; of Percy with his arm around Jason’s neck; of Annabeth’s face smushed next to his.

She’s known him for less than a year and yet these photos stir up a strange feeling of nostalgia within her. As if she has known him for much longer than that. It’s true that she’s never developed such a fast or easy friendship with someone before. When she’d moved in down the hall from Percy he’d been dating someone, and so the lines were quickly drawn. And they’d never been erased, despite the fact that Percy had stopped dating that girl only a month after she’d met him.

Annabeth pulls the top drawer open and fishes out a pair of thick black socks, checking for holes, before shoving the drawer closed again and fleeing the room. It’s far too dangerous for her to linger. To notice the unmade bed and the coffee cups stacked on the bedside table and the oceanography books stacked messily on the windowsill.

Percy is waiting on the couch for her when she gets back, feet propped on the coffee table next to two mugs of marshmallow-topped hot chocolate. Annabeth grins and throws herself down next to him, leaning back against the cushions as she pulls his too big socks over her feet. Percy turns the TV on and leaves it on an old nature documentary. David Attenborough’s low voice trembles through the speakers, making Annabeth feel drowsy and comfortable as she picks up her hot chocolate and burrows into the warmth of the couch.

Percy nestles in next to her and their shoulders, arms, hips, legs more than brush together and Annabeth feels his warmth seep into her. She takes a sip of the drink and almost moans with pleasure.

“You make the best hot chocolate. I should date you just so I can have you make this for me all the time.”

“Okay.”

It’s a joke but they are both startled into silence at his candid tone. they should be laughing, Percy should definitely be laughing right now because they made a joke, but he’s silent. Why is he silent? She casts a look at him and feels an almost savage pleasure when she sees that his cheeks are bright red.

She makes him nervous.

Nervousness and joy war in her chest. He likes her? He likes her. Percy Jackson likes her. This is also about as far as he’s ever going to get to making a move.

Annabeth smiles. She shifts her mug into one hand and uses the other to reach for his hand which is lying limply in his lap. She swears she hears his breath draw in sharply when she touches him, but he doesn’t draw away. instead, he lets her press her fingers between his and curl them over his knuckles.

“Okay then,” she says.

From the corner of her eye, she sees a smile creep over his face. His fingers squeeze hers, like a promise.

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