Percabeth Drabble

Percy couldn't find his one shirt that he wanted right now. Clothes littered the floor of his room, half of his drawers empty. Now he was frantically going through the closet, throwing more shirts behind him. All he wanted was that black shirt, the one with his favorite band on it. As he threw the last shirt behind him, he sighed.
When he walked into the living room, Annabeth just glanced up at him. "Find your shirt?" She put the spoon of cereal in her mouth, chewing expectantly. That's when he noticed her shirt. Not hers, exactly, but the one she was wearing.
"Thats- I was- You are wearing it?" Percy stuttered, as intelligent as he normally sounded. Annabeth simply grinned and set down her bowl. She was wearing her usual sneakers and jeans, and her hair in the messy ponytail. Now it was the shirt, a little too big since it fit Percy, but she looked good.
"I borrow your shirts all the time, Percy." She shrugged, leaning back into the couch. He sat down next to her with a sighs.
"Annabeth?"
"Yeah?"
"Tell me next time you take me shirt." He looked over at her, looking at her smile.
"I can't make any promises." She looked at him, her grey eyes familiar to him. Percy's smile grew.
"Well..." He began, quickly gaining leverage to tickle Annabeth's sides. Her laughter rang through the tiny apartment, her arms hitting his chest as her continued to tickle her sides and neck.
"Percy!" She yelled between laughs. Annabeth squirmed, trying to get out from under him. Under any other circumstance she could easily flip him off her, except tickling.
Tickling was her weakness. Percy slowly inched up the hem him her, or his, shirt while she laughed. He swiftly pulled it off of her and stopped tickling her.
"I win." He grinned, pulling the shirt on himself. Annabeth slowly stopped laughing, sitting up not the Percy had moved off of her.
"You took my shirt!" She frowned, crossing her arms.
"Okay, you totally were saying-" Percy grinned, earning a hit to his arm.
"Fine." Annabeth got up, walking into their room. He got up to grab himself a meal, looking at the doorway.
"PERSEUS JACKSON IT LOOKS LIKE A HURRICANE BLEW THROUGH THIS ROOM." He heard Annabeth yell.
"Well, did you find a shirt?" He called back, earning a frustrated noise from Annabeth.

Notes

Wow this is short and very mediocre. Yay. Since school has begun again I will be updating much less frequently, if you couldn't tell.

Maybe help me out and get this on the popular page again? It's been so long, and since like three of those stories are about, heh, doing the do, I'd like some fluff up there.


~Nova~