Here's another one-shot that's been in my head for, like, ever. I have some time to write so I'm just gonna put up as much as I can... Hope you enjoy.

And, because you all beleive that I own Percy Jackson, I must inform you that I don't. He belongs to the wonderful Rick Riordan. Right now...

Annabeth's PoV

I was in my cabin, with Percy, Piper, and Nico, just talking about camp activities. Nothing out of the ordinary.

"I could really use some coffee." I said as I laid my head in Percy's lap.

"Me too." Percy agreed. "Where are all the good coffee shops in New York?"

"Wow. I can so tell that you are from New York." Piper said simply. I sat up.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"That you both have really deep New York accents. You say things like coffee and York and car werid. And Joey."

"When have I ever said Joey?" Percy asked.

"Well thank you, Piper. You made me feel amazing."

"You're welcome, Annabeth."

"Wait. If they have accents, do I?" Nico asked, sounding genuinely worried. We all just laughed.