Pretty

"Do you think I'm pretty?" Annabeth and Percy were in her dorm room watching the Titanic Annabeth's favorite movie. The second being The Notebook.

"What?" Percy looked at her confused.

"I asked if you think I'm pretty."

"Of course. You're beautiful. Inside and out." Annabeth smiled.

"Thank you but do you think that there are days where I like look ugly or something?" Percy resisted the urge to laugh.

"I cannot believe you are asking me this right now. Why?"

"Well... Today Chelsea and her two "friends" called me an ugly ass and then another guy was walking past me on the street and said,'Move it Bulldog.'" Percy stared at her in awe. "Ad Bulldogs are ugly so..." Percy started laughing. Hard. He wouldn't stop. Then Annabeth slapped him

"You are ridiculous. Chelsea is jealous of you and that dude was probably just having a bad day."

"Yeah but two people in one day. They looked like they really meant." Annabeth wasn't one to worry about her looks. But now she has a boyfriend and has to at least look appealing. "I don't really know if I'm pretty or not. I mean when boys say you look good. They don't really have good fashion sense. And girls are all about drama and will just lie to you to embarrass your ass."

Percy laughed even harder and shook his head. "Wise Girl," he took her face in his hands. "You are the most magnificent gorgeous woman I have ever seen. More beautiful than even Aphrodite. And that's saying something. She the goddess of beauty for crying out loud." Annabeth pouted.

"Woman? You're just saying that to make me feel better." She punched his arm lightly and tried not to smile.

"I have told you that more times than I can count. You should already know you're beautiful."

"I really love you Seaweed Brain."

"No need to feel insecure. You are so pretty and I love you too Wise Girl." They smiled and continued watching the movie.

Best boyfriend ever! Annabeth thought.