PJO OneShots#2
So there are only 2, but I wanted to post them just because I like them so much. R&R
:D
Annabeth— (thank you to Coolio for suggesting the idea. Sorry it’s not too fantastic, but I like it.)
(Mason POV)
Percy Jackson had been my friend for a couple months. After he joined the swim team it was natural to hang out with him after school, sit with him at lunch, and sneak him out of his apartment by the fire escape to go to late movies with the other guys instead of doing homework. He had rarely muttered excuses for not going out with lately, like too much homework, family stuff, or spending the weekend at a camp. But none of us—Scott, me, the other guys—had ever expected him to have a girlfriend.
Don’t get me wrong, girls flocked to him like flies to honey, but he had never made a move and always rejected date offers. Some of the guys—not me, of course—were thinking he was batting for the other team, if you know what I’m saying.
But one day during swim practice, this girl walked into the pool area. She was wearing a bright orange T-shirt and blue jeans, and her blonde curls were all tied up in a messy ponytail. She was tan, and looked like the average LA girl. But we weren’t in LA. Manhattan was certainly not LA.
Whistles came from some of the guys. I admit it; I smiled pretty big and put my goggles on the top of my head as she walked around towards the diving board. She ignored us all.
“Hey, sweetheart, why don’t you get a little closer to the edge? We could have a wet T-shirt contest!” Jason called.
And that was when Percy emerged, just in time to hear the last part of the sentence. Without looking towards the girl, he rolled his eyes. “Jason, you’re an idiot. None of the girls at this school would go out with you, much less—”
“Hey, Seaweed Brain.”
He spun towards the girl.
Seaweed Brain?
A slow smile grew over his face. “Hey, Wise Girl. What are you doing here?”
“We’re going to camp this weekend, right? Paul asked me to drive you.”
He rolled his eyes. “I don’t need a babysitter.”
“I’m definitely not your babysitter,” she said, a teasingly sexy hint in her voice. “Anyway, we hafta get going, so hurry up.”
“Practice isn’t over for 15 minutes,” I said, eyes still caught on the hottie. “You’re welcome to…hang out.”
She looked at me. “You must be Mason. Percy told me about the Captain of the Swim Team.” She said it like it was the name of a superhero. “I’ll hang out.” And then to Percy she said, “I got that new book on architecture you teased me about.”
“Alright, alright, go read. I’ll be out in 15.” He swam to the edge of the pool and lifted himself out just enough to--
“Ooooh!” the team whined as Percy and the girl locked lips.
“Percy—you’re not going to introduce us to your…girlfriend?”
“Annabeth Chase, this is the team. Team, this is Annabeth.” Another kiss and he dropped into the water. “Now. Where were we?”
Home— (Percabeth fluff—Idea from Coolio—Sorry it’s short, I couldn’t really think of much to put in it.)
Okay, so you could say I was nervous about my second year at NYU. But I was just nervous about moving into Percy’s apartment. I didn’t know how he really lived. Over the first year of college we’d lived separately and had hardly been inside each other’s apartments and now… Well, I was nervous.
He opened the door and smiled at me. We’d planned to spend the first couple hours of the day moving my stuff inside and then we would go out to lunch and to Central Park and then to a movie before dinner. But instead he just yanked me inside and started kissing me.
“If this is how you’re going to great me every time I come home,” I said, twisting my fingers into his shirt, “than I think living together is possibly the greatest idea you’ve ever had.”
“Wait ‘til I show you the bedroom.”
Gulp. Just one?
He led me around the corner and into a small room. And…there was nothing in it, but the floors were covered in some sort of plastic sheet. “The bed’s in living room—I decided we should paint it. Together.”
I smiled and squeezed Percy’s hand. “Green, right?”
He frowned. “Of course not. Blue.”
I couldn’t help it—I laughed. “No way. Green.”
“Blue.”
“Green.”
“Blue.”
“Green.”
“So help me, Annabeth—I’ll tickle you, I swear!”
:D
Annabeth— (thank you to Coolio for suggesting the idea. Sorry it’s not too fantastic, but I like it.)
(Mason POV)
Percy Jackson had been my friend for a couple months. After he joined the swim team it was natural to hang out with him after school, sit with him at lunch, and sneak him out of his apartment by the fire escape to go to late movies with the other guys instead of doing homework. He had rarely muttered excuses for not going out with lately, like too much homework, family stuff, or spending the weekend at a camp. But none of us—Scott, me, the other guys—had ever expected him to have a girlfriend.
Don’t get me wrong, girls flocked to him like flies to honey, but he had never made a move and always rejected date offers. Some of the guys—not me, of course—were thinking he was batting for the other team, if you know what I’m saying.
But one day during swim practice, this girl walked into the pool area. She was wearing a bright orange T-shirt and blue jeans, and her blonde curls were all tied up in a messy ponytail. She was tan, and looked like the average LA girl. But we weren’t in LA. Manhattan was certainly not LA.
Whistles came from some of the guys. I admit it; I smiled pretty big and put my goggles on the top of my head as she walked around towards the diving board. She ignored us all.
“Hey, sweetheart, why don’t you get a little closer to the edge? We could have a wet T-shirt contest!” Jason called.
And that was when Percy emerged, just in time to hear the last part of the sentence. Without looking towards the girl, he rolled his eyes. “Jason, you’re an idiot. None of the girls at this school would go out with you, much less—”
“Hey, Seaweed Brain.”
He spun towards the girl.
Seaweed Brain?
A slow smile grew over his face. “Hey, Wise Girl. What are you doing here?”
“We’re going to camp this weekend, right? Paul asked me to drive you.”
He rolled his eyes. “I don’t need a babysitter.”
“I’m definitely not your babysitter,” she said, a teasingly sexy hint in her voice. “Anyway, we hafta get going, so hurry up.”
“Practice isn’t over for 15 minutes,” I said, eyes still caught on the hottie. “You’re welcome to…hang out.”
She looked at me. “You must be Mason. Percy told me about the Captain of the Swim Team.” She said it like it was the name of a superhero. “I’ll hang out.” And then to Percy she said, “I got that new book on architecture you teased me about.”
“Alright, alright, go read. I’ll be out in 15.” He swam to the edge of the pool and lifted himself out just enough to--
“Ooooh!” the team whined as Percy and the girl locked lips.
“Percy—you’re not going to introduce us to your…girlfriend?”
“Annabeth Chase, this is the team. Team, this is Annabeth.” Another kiss and he dropped into the water. “Now. Where were we?”
Home— (Percabeth fluff—Idea from Coolio—Sorry it’s short, I couldn’t really think of much to put in it.)
Okay, so you could say I was nervous about my second year at NYU. But I was just nervous about moving into Percy’s apartment. I didn’t know how he really lived. Over the first year of college we’d lived separately and had hardly been inside each other’s apartments and now… Well, I was nervous.
He opened the door and smiled at me. We’d planned to spend the first couple hours of the day moving my stuff inside and then we would go out to lunch and to Central Park and then to a movie before dinner. But instead he just yanked me inside and started kissing me.
“If this is how you’re going to great me every time I come home,” I said, twisting my fingers into his shirt, “than I think living together is possibly the greatest idea you’ve ever had.”
“Wait ‘til I show you the bedroom.”
Gulp. Just one?
He led me around the corner and into a small room. And…there was nothing in it, but the floors were covered in some sort of plastic sheet. “The bed’s in living room—I decided we should paint it. Together.”
I smiled and squeezed Percy’s hand. “Green, right?”
He frowned. “Of course not. Blue.”
I couldn’t help it—I laughed. “No way. Green.”
“Blue.”
“Green.”
“Blue.”
“Green.”
“So help me, Annabeth—I’ll tickle you, I swear!”