A/N: Well, I'm finally getting at a decent pace. I think this isn't the most romantic chapter, the funniest, or a lot of things, but it is pretty sweet, I think. The problem isn't evident in this chapter, but it'll be back. I just want to give them a break before this whole thing starts rolling downhill, and the drama gets in. And I'd love to thank all of my beautiful reviewers. Thank you so much ArtemisandApollorock26 for commentating on my writing style. I love you! And to readingKs, I'm pretty sure Argus can talk, he's just quiet.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Percy Jackson related, and I do not own Taylor Swift's Our Song, either.

Chapter 6: Our Song

"Your mom is really nice, Percy," Annabeth whispered in my ear as we sat on my bed, her sitting on my lap. "I can't believe she let me stay the night."

"She was afraid I'd get scared being alone," I chuckled. "I'm just amazed that she trusts us that much."

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "I think she just trusts that I will keep you under control. She probably knows that we'd find a way to do this even if she hadn't let us. And plus, because I'm watching you, she doesn't have to stay home, and she and Paul can go and have their romantic dinner."

"And whatever comes after that," I added. "I wonder if they'll come home late."

"Or early," Annabeth added slyly.

"I'm hoping 'late,'" I smiled as I kissed her. "That'll give us more time."

She kissed me softly. "I don't know if you'll be able to sleep at all with me around. At least, I can't sleep with you around. Who knows what might happen while I'm asleep?"

"I... I wouldn't... try something," it almost felt like a lit saying that.

She smirked at me. "Sure, Percy, sure. Just know I do have a knife and that I can defend myself."

"If you wanted to," I chuckled.

"Oh, but I would," she waggled her eyebrows. "I can't go and get pregnant, now, can I? I have things to do. College and stuff. And I really don't want to do anything before marriage. I mean... what if it doesn't work out? Then you'll have that memory still with you, and any chance of rebuilding your friendship is pretty much lost because of that." She finished and was staring at my door quietly.

"If it doesn't last," I repeated. "That's a really big 'if,' wise girl."

"A very big one," she agreed, still staring at the door. "But a factor, nonetheless. I have to take all factors into account before I do anything. I can't afford to mess up, y'know?"

"I hear you," I sighed as I turned her head to face mine. "But that doesn't mean I have to like it..."

"I don't like it, either," she smiled at me, her face still uncluttered by her hair. "but we'll hold off on anything before we get married, m'kay?"

"Mmm," a thought ran through my mind. "How about if we're engaged?"

She blushed a very deep red. "Well... it isn't finalized quite yet, but I'm not quite sure how I'd react to that, Percy. I just don't know. There are a lot of variables to consider. And... I don't want people to think that I was marrying you just because I got pregnant. I want them to know it's because I love you."

"I guess I have to respect that," I sighed as I pulled her in tightly. "But that doesn't mean I can't kiss you, right?"

"Right," she whispered as she leaned in to kiss me. I closed my eyes and felt our lips meet. The contact remained unbroken, sending signals of pleasure to my brain. I was so overwhelmed by the feeling, it was hard to even think. She kept on kissing me, and I kept on kissing her. The meeting of our lips was like some sort of sedative. I couldn't feel the rest of my body. Her tongue slipped through the space between my lips and invaded my mouth. I had never ever felt like this before. The only thing I knew was that she was making me feel so good. I didn't even notice anything until Annabeth pushed away abruptly. She backed away a few steps.

I could see her face was a bright red, and she was sort of woozy. I could relate, my head felt like it had just been thrown into a blender. I could barely think straight.

"Something wrong?" I asked, concerned. I stood up and walked towards her.

She backed away a step. "We can't go that far," she said shakily, her face still not losing its red tinge.

"What did I do?" I asked. I seriously had no idea what was going on.

"I felt... um... I felt," she pointed to my pants. "I felt something. I don't think we should... um..."

"Oh," I said as I looked down. I felt my face flushing. "I see. I..." I coughed. "Well then, we should... watch a movie?"

"Yes, yes, lets'" she said, embarrassedly. "Oh my gods, Percy, you really scared me. You have never ever done that before. We really have to stay out of your bedroom... did you even realize what was going on? At all?"

"No," I muttered. "I just felt myself kissing you, nothing else.

"That was... fun," Annabeth coughed. "We should tone it down, though." She smiled shyly at me. "I didn't know I could make you do that."

"I'd bet you could make darn near every single guy do that," I chuckled. "I'm going to have to keep an eye on you from now on. If I didn't know better, with those skills, I would readily mistake you for a daughter of Aphrodite."

"You flatter me too much," Annabeth blushed slightly and sat down on the sofa in front of the TV. "What do you want to watch?"

"Um... Invader Zim?"

She gave me a skeptical look. "Do you really want to watch that? I mean..."

"It's funny," I whined. "Come on. You know you want to see GIR do something stupid. You know you want to. The power of the GIR compels you!" I waited a moment. She smirked at me.

"Sure, Percy, sure," she laughed. "You go and have your fun. Just go on and believe that you can control my mind. But just you wait, I will get in your head." She squinted at me.

"...Annabeth, what are you doing?"

"I'm boring into your brain with my laser eyes... or something."

"How about we just watch The Notebook or something?" I suggested. "It's supposed to be romantic, right? Or... or... No Reservations? I kinda liked that movie."

"You liked a movie about cooking? Scratch that. You liked a romantic comedy about cooking?"

"Maybe, maybe not... okay, I did. I really loved that movie. You know when the little girl ran away from home? That was so sad. And the part where her mom died at the beginning made me want to cry, okay? I was touched deeply, I laughed, and it was romantic. You don't have to judge me."

"I just think it's cute," she giggled. "I don't think many guys like romantic movies."

"Well, I'm not many guys. I am an all-powerful son of the sea god with extremely, extremely sexy hair. I think I have the right to be included in the category of 'not many guys.'"

"That you do," she agreed. "Do you have it on DVD? You didn't pirate it, did you?"

"I don't pirate DVDs," I gasped. "That is just wrong. Plainly and utterly wrong. Totally, and completely false. Absolutely wrong...doing."

"I bet you download songs off the internet, though."

"Not after I learned it was illegal," I defended myself. "I bought all of those albums afterwards because I felt so bad. I swear I mean... I have like, tons of CDs stuffed under my bed."

"...That still doesn't explain why your iPod is filled with Taylor Swift."

"I... I like listening to Taylor Swift."

"And she's hot, too, right?"

"No, I like her music."

"Yeah, like Travis like Katie's music."


"Or Nico, he can go on and on about country music, and all of that, but we all know, deep down, it's over that girl he met."

"Annabeth, I think you're much hotter than Taylor Swift."

"So you admit she's hot?"

"I would smack somebody if they said she was ugly. Just because you don't love someone, doesn't mean they can't be hot. I don't like Taylor Swift because she's hot. I don't think that I will ever have a relationship with her. Her lyrics are meaningful, and they remind me of us... sometimes."

"Us?" she sounded skeptical. "How so?"

"Well... there's this song called 'Our Song' and I just thought..." I couldn't quite find an explanation for how I felt about that song. I just had to play it, so I ran to get my iPod, then plugged it into the speakers next to the TV. Annabeth watched from the coach, skeptically.

As the first notes of the fiddle came out, I saw Annabeth had a smile on her face. She was shaking her head as if she couldn't believe that I was actually listening to country music. What could I say? Some times a little twang in your life isn't that bad.

"Would you like to dance?" I asked with a grin. It wasn't a slow song, it wouldn't be a slow dance, but it sure would be fun.

"Sure," she leaped off the couch and took my hand.

"I was ridin' shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car, he's got a one hand feel on the steerin' wheel, the other on my heart," Taylor sang from the speakers. I placed both of my hands on Annabeth's hips. She took one, and put it over her heart and smiled.

"Just for kicks," she said as we swayed to the rhythm of the song. I twirled her around by one finger, and she got closer to me as the chorus kicked in.

"Our song is the slamming screen door, sneaking out late, tapping on your window."

"Remember that one night where you snuck over to my cabin?" Annabeth asked, her head resting on my shoulder. "I can't believe you did that. The whole pebble thing? That was hilarious. I just could not believe you would try so hard to be romantic. It was almost like Romeo and Juliet..."
"Except you were sound asleep, and I looked like a total idiot in the dark throwing pebbles at your cabin window," I chuckled, wrapping my arms around her waist. "I think Malcolm was the first one awake. He looked like he was going to kill me."

"He has nightmares," Annabeth sighed. "He doesn't sleep well, usually, and sounds at night freak him out. I mean totally freak him out. He probably thought you were some monster coming to kill him or something. I'm just glad he didn't shoot first and ask questions later."

"Well... he saw me throwing pebbles, so he must have figured it was me," I chuckled quietly. "But I hit him in the eye, and that was when he was going to kill me."

"I can't blame him," she giggled, the movement tickling my shoulder. Her hand walked up my chest seductively. "I probably would have been pretty pissed if you had hit me in the eye. I'm just glad he decided to wake me up. Did you have any reason to come that night? I mean, any specific ones?"

"Just trying to be romantic," I shrugged, moving her head up a bit as I did so. "And... well... my cabin gets really lonely at night, being the only one in there most of the time. I sometimes wish I had other siblings that I could have in there... but that would have been a breach of the oath, so that wouldn't be so good."

"No, it wouldn't," she sighed contentedly. "I actually like this song... it's so cheerful and yet somehow slightly romantic at the same time."

"It is an awesome song," I agreed. "There are probably more that are also amazing. There's this new one from her new album, and it is like... amazing. The music video is like the best thing ever. I mean that thing is so cute!"

"Cute?" she chuckled. "I didn't know the great Percy Jackson had a soft spot in his heart for all things cute. What other secrets do you have? Do you also have a secret collection of ultra-cuddly stuffed animals hidden in your closet? I think I should go check..."

"No, don't," I said automatically. She raised an eyebrow. "I... I have to organize my closet because of the uh... spiders."

"There are spiders in your closet?" she winced and drew even closer to me. "Maybe I really shouldn't go in there. That might be scary."

"It would be," I nodded. "I'll clean it out, don't worry. Then you'll be able to go into my closet someday and see the hundreds of pictures of you that I have in there."

"Hundreds?" she sounded incredulous. "I don't think so. You'd have to be some sort of stalker to get that many pictures of me."

"We have a lot of memories," I explained. "I took pictures of like... everything. When we sat by the beach at camp. When we went to go see the Washington Monument... that whole DC trip. The time that we built a tree house at camp for no reason and you fell asleep."

"You took pictures of me while I was asleep?"

"Yeah," I blushed. "But that isn't the point. The point is, there are so many things we've done together, and I don't want to let the images in my head disappear. So I got real pictures. I mean... I have disposable cameras on me almost all of the time. I take pictures of you all of the time. Usually your head is turned away, though."

"That's sweet," she whispered. "You'll have to show me it sometime... and we should have more pictures of the two of us together... like..."

The song was ending. "I grabbed a pen and an old napkin and wrote down our song."

"Like it's our song, our life," she whispered. "A moment like this." She kissed me as the last notes of the song trailed away. I could feel my heart racing into my throat. The smell of her hair, the feel of her skin, her lips. One of her hands was on the small of my back, and she was pushing me back onto the cold floor of my mom's apartment.

There was a flash of light and we broke apart instantly. Somehow, Annabeth had a knife in her hand, and I was clutching Riptide, extended to its full length.

"Sorry guys," Nico raised his hands, one with a camera in it. "I couldn't resist. You wanted a picture, didn't you?"

"What are you doing here?" I demanded. "You just... just..."

"I was delivering all of the gifts from the party to your house, because I can shadow travel. I just caught you guys talking about pictures, and then this happened... please don't kill me."

"Never again," I glared at him. "Never, ever again."

"No promises," he said as the shadows took him away. He had a carefree smile on his face, a far cry from the old, depressed Nico I knew years ago.

"...Well then," I sighed as the last traces of him disappeared. I turned to Annabeth. "Where did you get your knife from anyway?"

"...It's a secret," she giggled. "Kiss me and I'll tell you."

I tried to obey, but she ran behind the sofa, putting that piece of wood and cloth between us. She grinned. "I didn't say it was going to be easy, did I?"

"Oh, but it will be," I said as I began to chase after her. We spent a good part of the night like that. I chased her around the apartment until we were both so tired we just collapsed on the coach, giggling like idiots. I fell asleep that night with her hand clutched tightly in mine.

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