Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Hello everyone! I haven't posted any oneshots in quite a long time since I've been so busy during the summer, but I'm so glad to be back! I'm also kind of getting over my recent Writer's Block, and this is the first story I've written since I've acquired it, so I hope it reaches your expectations. It's very short, and I just thought it was cute, like a little short, fluffy drabble (oh, you know me and drabbles!).

CREDITS to a friend of mine who gave me the idea for this! :D

And just so you know, this takes place around the time they're both 18, and in love. Of course.


The silence breaks, and I busy myself by twirling a bit of Annabeth's curly blond hair with my finger. "Hmm?"

"I was wondering..."


"What made you decide that you love me?"

I don't reply right away. Instead, I fix my hand on her cheek, feeling the warmth it's generating, especially because she's blushing. I love it when she blushes. It's just natural beauty.


Oh, right, I'm supposed to answer... "Well," I start, feeling my cheeks going red as well, "do you remember that time when we went to that movie theater when we were 16?"

"Yes... you mean the one where I fell down the stairs?"

"Yeah. Well, I thought to myself, the next time you fall down some stairs, I'll be there to catch you."