They couldn't remember the fight starting. They never could. They couldn't remember what it was even about. All Percy could focus on was, woah-Annabeth-is-kinda-hot-when-she's-mad and her gray eyes were blazing and then wait, she was halfway out the door. Oh no please no no no this this not her. In an instant, Percy felt his white hot rage be replaced with something of the exact opposite nature. The frigid blast of a wake up call. Without thinking, Percy flew through the door after her and into the bitter cold New York rain. Unfortunately, this wasn't a romantuic comedy and she was already out of sight. There would be no catching her halfway down the sidewalk and spinning her around because she was gone. Percy opened his lungs and pushed his terror into a name: "ANNABETH CHASE," he called. The rain gave him his answer. Nothing. Second before Percy is about to go pounding on doors, he's forced into the brick wall behind him by his shoulders.

"What do you think you're doing, seaweed brain? Are you trying to attract every monster within a ten block radius?" Percy had never been more grateful to hear the sarcastic bittersweet hiss of Annabeth Chase's voice. Heaving a sigh, he pulls her close and holds her.

"What? That's it? No stupid, passionate, romantic kiss to make me forget all this?", she questions. He shakes his head and tries to calm his beating heart.

"I thought you were going to leave me, I'm so sorry", is his humble reply.

Next thing he knows, they're kissing and it is unbeknownst to Percy that Annabeth forgets why she was even mad because Percy smells like sea salt and the cookies they were making (that's what they were fighting about) and every time she hugs him he feels more like her something permanent. He pulls away and Annabeth can hear the smack of their t-shirts sticking together, which is strange because he isn't supposed to get wet, unless he's distracted. She sees him push the hair out if his eyes to say something, when her eyes widen in alarm. "Percy. The cookies. "

They stare at each other in panic , as the fire alarms from their apartment start up with a vengeance. Without another word, they run. They don't grab hands because their life isn't a romantic comedy, and they don't laugh cheerily about the destroyed oven, because it's really not that funny. However, as they reach the door, Percy pauses for half a second to open it for her and shoot her a wicked grin. So maybe their life isn't a romantic comedy, but she sure is thankful that if it was, there's no doubt in her mind that he would definitely stick around till after the credits.