《Trumpets |Percabeth AU|》Chapter 15- New Years-
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Months had passed. Annabeth sipped a bud light while Percy was doing his last song of the night. Gigs came up more often for him.
She felt like she was going nowhere.
Annabeth took a bigger swig, to down the thoughts. She shook the feelings away. She loved Percy. She wouldn't be with him of 8 months.
Percy finished his song rather quick and Percy came down quickly. Kissing Annabeth roughly.
"Cmon there's a party at my place." He smirked. Grabbing her hand.
Annabeth felt like the car ride was non-existence. Percy pulled her to his house, which she'd only been a couple times because of his roommates.
His house smelled like cinnamon most of the time. This time it smelled like stale cigarettes, throw up and weed. Blaring music poured into her ears quickly.
Percy smiled at her. She was handed a drink as soon as she walked through the door. She closed her eyes going through the motions.
Buzzed soon turned to drunk for her.
Percy refused to drink, watching Annabeth closely. Midnight quickly approached.
Annabeth stumbled outside with Percy close behind. She felt sick to her stomach but she was never the throw up kind.
"Hey you okay?" Percy rubbed her back.
"Yeah Yeah." She nodded. Smiling.
Loud chants of 10, 9, 8... sounded from the house. She clutched onto Percy. Kissing him at happy New Years.
Seconds, or minutes passed
"Let's get you to bed." Percy finally pulled apart.
"Noo shhh." She giggled, turning around, grabbing a half empty cup from some dude and chugging it down.
"Annabeth." Percy said sternly, trying to get the cup away. Finally taking it away
"No! Gimme it. It's New Years." She slurred her words.
"Annabeth I know but I'm cutting you off." He poured out the contents.
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"You don't get a say in if I'm cut off or not. I'm charged with my own body."
"Annabeth-"
"Don't say my name." She was clearly was upset now. Turning away from him and walking towards the house.
Percy blew out a frustrated sigh. Picking her up, and putting him over his shoulder. Heading to his room.
She felt super dizzy and stubborn. She closed her eyes and felt being put on the bed. She opened her eyes and looked at Percy.
Percy took off her shoes, pulling blankets over her. Then she threw up over the side of the bed before passing out.
-Morning after-
Annabeth woke up with a splitting headache in Percy's dark room. She hated this feeling. Percy was nowhere to be seen.
What did she do last night?
She knew she was hardcore drunk but she never got black out drunk.
Percy entered the room with coffee and breakfast.
"Hey sleepy head." He half smiled.
She half smiled and felt at peace now.
"Aren't you a savior." She grabbed the coffee straight away.
He set the food down on the nightstand. Stretching.
"I just finished cleaning up. Took me a couple hours. Glitter everywhere. Jason and Niko went with some girls to their places last night so I was left with it by myself." He looked at her.
"What time is it?"
"1 in the afternoon."
"Jesus." She groaned.
"Don't worry about it." He chuckled. "You were quite the party animal last night. You ever out drank Grover and he's hella hard to put drink."
"Aren't I special. I swear I'm giving up alcohol." She covered Herself up to her nose.
"I give it a week." He scooted up to her, kissing her temple.
Annabeth peered up at him, moving up to kiss him.
"You took care of me." She mumbled into the kiss.
"Of course i did. I love you, you're my girlfriend aren't you?" He pecked her lips.
Annabeth smiled and reached her hand behind his neck playing with the back of his hair. She bit his lip, kissing him more deeply. Things soon got heated. Heavy breathing replaced the silence.
Percy pulled away for a moment. "are you sure you-"
Annabeth cut him off with a kiss. Nodding quickly.
She wanted him.
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