A/N: Hey, remember me? Teehee. :) Sorry for not writing for so long and practically almost disappearing for months. (I had to go to Camp Half-Blood to help them build the Argo II to get to Camp Jupiter then go to Hogwarts afterwards. Yes, it's been hectic.) =)))

But anyway, here's a fanfic filled with Percabeth. This is actually divided into three parts so…if you guys like this then I shall post part 2 and 3 later on. :D

Also, they are not demigods. NOT DEMIGODS.

Warning: BEWARE…of the fluffy unicorn. :))

Disclaimer: I do not own stuff you recognize.

Annabeth's POV

Typical. Typical, predictable Seaweed Brain. He'd never take a hint. Obtuse is what he is. It's like if you wanted something from him, you'd have to scream it in his face. I breathed out a frustrated sigh.

I've been dropping hints all week saying things like: 'You know what, Perce, there's this new movie in the cinemas. I think it was all about these musketeers or something.' Or something like: 'It would be nice if we could try that new pasta place around the corner.' OR in a more desperate attempt: 'Percy, it has been two weeks, three days, 21 hours, 5 minutes and 56 seconds since we last went out together.' But all I got were 'Oh, cool, Annabeth' or a 'Yeah. Maybe we should, shouldn't we?' But that was it. Just words, no actions.

All I wanted was to spend time with him. He was working hard. But that, my friend, is an understatement. He had been working too hard, I mean, he was spending too much time in his work. He owns the 'Blue Bakery'. They sell BLUE EVERYTHING. Blue cupcakes, blue cakes, blue cookies, any pastry at all, in blue. All the pastries that were sold were using his mom's recipes. They were pretty good and very impressive. He'd also go to his work earlier than usual (3 hours earlier. Seriously.) Sometimes, he'd work as a swim teacher in the afternoon. He would also take a few extra jobs here and there.

He had been working way too hard and I wanted him to rest for awhile, maybe spend time with me and finally, make sure that whenever he gets home, he could still stand up and not pass out on the couch every time. I mean, he would be tired every time I see him. Wait, no. He would be exhausted. But even if I tell him to get proper rest, he'd refuse my offer and insist that he should be working MORE.

That got me thinking. I mean, had I not contributed through my work for us to live properly? Had I been holding back and had I been a selfish person that he had to go through all this? I immediately blamed myself. Had all this been my fault? I had to work harder if that was the case. I didn't want him to suffer just because of something I did. Or in this case, something I didn't do enough. But I still had to confront him about this. And so I did, when he finally got home from his 12 hour shift.

"Perce, hey, we need to talk." I told him after I opened the door and hugged him.

"Uhh…sure, just one sec."

He crashed the sofa and for a moment I thought he would suddenly doze off. His eyes were tired and ringed with black from lack of sleep. He desperately tried to smile but there were still traces of exhaustion in his expression. He patted the seat next to him. I sat beside him, fumbling with my fingers. I felt guilty that he had to endure so much.

"We really need to talk." I repeated to him in a gentle voice.

"What about?"

"Well—" I didn't get to finish my statement since he cut me off.

"You're not going to break up with me, are you?" He asked me with a panicked expression.

"Of course not, you silly little Seaweed Brain. But I might if you keep over-working yourself." I told him with a teasing smile.

"What do you mean?"

"Seriously? Have you not noticed how long you work a day? You go home everyday tired, desperate for sleep. You barely spend time with me, let alone have time for yourself. You keep saying that you don't work hard enough but you don't realize you're working too hard. I mean…is this all my fault? Am I so selfish that you have to punish yourself?" I said with so much sincerity.

"Hey, Annabeth, Wise Girl, listen. None of this is your fault. I know what I'm doing. Don't worry about me." He said while lifting my chin then kissed my forehead.

"Just please promise that you'll be okay. I'll be here no matter what happens. I'll even take up another job tomorrow just so that I can ensure that you can rest." I said as I squeezed his hand gently.

"WHAT! No. No. No. That would ruin everything. Please don't take up an extra job tomorrow. It's not that you don't know how to do things correctly, you do your work perfectly but I— you just can't. Annabeth, I can handle it. I promise that if you don't get an extra job tomorrow, I'll take you out for dinner this Friday." He said frantically.

"Percy, I don't want a dinner with you if in exchange is that you'd be in such a bad condition. I want you to actually be okay. I want what's best for you. If you'll have to go through tough times, then so will I."

"Wise Girl, please just don't. If you will then I…I…I'll break up with you."

I was taken aback by that. I did not see that coming.

"What? You're bluffing." I said though I lacked confidence.

"I'm serious. I won't be your boyfriend by the end of the week."

This statement sounded childish but I could see that he was serious.

"Please don't do this me and yourself." This was all that I could say. I ran out of words.

"Tomorrow's Wednesday, the last day I'll take extra shifts. On Thursday, I'll still go to work but I'll follow my regular schedule. Finally, on Friday, I'll be free and take you out for dinner, as promised, assuming that you wouldn't take side-jobs tomorrow." He said in a business-like tone.

"Fine. I really don't approve of this but it's much better than losing you."

"Annabeth, please don't worry about me too much. I know what I'm doing." He squeezed my hand as a sign of reassurance then kissed me again before saying goodnight.

A/N: Er, yeah. Not my best work but I have no idea how to improve this. As I've said before, I've got part 2 and 3 already done (that's if you, my dear readers actually like this) and I'll update this.

Please review/offer constructive criticism, it would mean a lot to me. :D (AND MY PET UNICORN WILL REWARD YOU WITH AN ACCEPTANCE LETTER TO CAMP HALF-BLOOD/CAMP JUPITER/HOGWARTS/ICE CREAM LAND IF YOU DID. JUST PICK ONE PLACE THOUGH.) :D