The one where Annabeth’s a spy/assassin and Percy’s the civilian she begrudgingly falls in love with.
“So, like, I told Micha, ‘Bro, there has to be an easier way to coordinate house parties than Facebook, it’s so early 2000s college frat party,’ and he agreed, so we started playing around with designs and figured out some different — ”
Annabeth ran a speculative finger around the rim of her wine glass, wondering if her date knew she’d thought of at least 15 different ways of killing him with just the stem of the glass the instant they got past introductions. She wouldn’t actually do it, of course, no matter how much she disliked him; she just liked the mental challenge of the exercise.
“ — there’s an option to pre-screen invitees, so in case some fugly chick got invited you can delete her right off — ”
No, Annabeth decided, narrowing her eyes as she finished off her drink. No, he wouldn’t have the imagination for it, not if he thought blathering on about his useless startup ap for 20 minutes while she nodded and smiled was actual, scintillating conversation. He was the type who saw exactly what he wanted to see and nothing more; the less critical thinking involved, the better for him. Right now, she was little more to him than the pretty blonde in a tight dress he desperately wanted to see naked with her legs spread.
Unfortunately, that meant he was exactly the sort of man she needed to complete her cover.
has anyones crush ever actually worked out for them or is that a myth
Ginny Weasley’s did
i mean jily has ily in it and ily means ‘i love you’
idk about your otp but