Chapter Four
A/N: A silly little argument…. But Percy’s very sweet about it. :) Also, I thought this was kinda cute, cuz Annabeth kinda looks like Taylor Swift and Percy looks like Logan Lerman, according to Hollywood.
“She’s…pretty,” he said carefully. “But not as gorgeous as you.”
She rolled her eyes. “You can just say it, you know. She’s prettier than me.”
He sighed. “Annabeth, she looks different than you do. She has like…blue/grey eyes, instead of real grey eyes like you do. And you’re stronger, I bet. And, trust me, Annabeth.” He held her chin. “You’re much, much prettier.”
“Then why were you talking to Grover and Nico about her earlier?”
He shrugged. “’Cuz that’s what guys do. I heard you talk to Rachel about Christopher Egan and Taylor Lautner the other day over the phone.”
“But this is different.”
“How?”
“You were talking about Taylor Swift.”
He chuckled. “Annabeth, would you feel better if I said she was hot?”
“Yes! Then you wouldn’t be lying to me!”
Devilishly, he leaned forward, put his hand on her leg, and bumped his nose against hers. Silly, sweet, romantic, and it made the harshness in her eyes melt away.
“Annabeth Chase, I think Taylor Swift is pretty. But,” he added quickly when she opened her mouth, “that’s because you’ve engrained the thoughts of blonde curls and grey eyes in my head. You are the only girl on my mind all the time, and I thought you would have noticed that by now, but maybe you need a little bit of reassurance.”
He picked up her left hand.
“See this ring?”
She nodded.
“You remember what I said to you when I gave it to you?”
“’I do’?” she guessed.
“’I’ll always love you. Since the moment I noticed what kind of heart you have, since the second I felt that burning sensation in my chest when I thought you were dead, I have loved you. And I will never stop, so long as I have breath left in my body.’” As he repeated the cheesy, but loving, vows Grover and his mom had helped him with before the wedding, he noticed Annabeth’s eyes softening again.
“Seaweed Brain—”
“Don’t. Don’t get mad at me over something so stupid.” He had backed away when showing her her ring. Now he moved back in, laying a sweet kiss on her lips.
Annabeth blinked. Once. Then twice. Then a smile grew on her lips. She kissed him back after a moment.
“So, since we’re getting this out of the way,” she whispered against his lips, “is there anyone else you think is hot?”
“Um…you first,” he muttered, twisting his fingers in her hair. “If you even say Robert Pattinson, I will stop kissing you, and I really thought this was heading somewhere wonderful.”
She didn’t respond at first, just kept kissing him. When he forgot they were even talking, she said, “Logan Lerman.”
He wretched back. “Who?”
She shrugged. “An actor.”
“What’s he look like?”
“Does it matter?”
He pouted. “Is he hotter than me?”
She laughed slightly and pushed his chest back, forcing him to fall back against the couch. She leaned over him. “Aw, poor Seaweed Brain’s jealous.”
“Am not!”
“Are too!”
“Am not!”
“Are too!”
“Are not!”