Limitless Love {Percabeth Fanfiction}

{5} MALCOLM EATS MY FRIENDS WITH SALSA {5}

Annabeth provided that perfectly. First she slowly read the chapter to me, and I had to focus really hard not to get lost in her voice. She had a very nice reading voice that almost transported you into the story if you were listening carefully enough. She asked me what I had learned from that, and made me come up with questions revolving around that. She did the same herself.

Finally, for physics and geography, she assisted me with each individual question, since they were each different.

"Are you sure you don't want to be a teacher when you grow up?" I asked her.

She laughed. "I'm positive. Architecture is the only way for me."

I frowned. "Your mom got you into it, right? When you were very little?"

She nodded. "Yep. One of my oldest memories is of her teaching me how to sketch in 3-D when I was about four or five years old. Ever since I've known what I've wanted to do with my life."

"Since you were five? That's dedication."

"It connects me to her. It helps me cope with the grief."

I softly smiled.

When Annabeth was six years old, her mother passed away due to cancer. She was still very upset about it over a year later, but her father had seemingly forgotten and moved on. He married Helen and had the twins with her. It was a lot of change much too quickly for Annabeth's young mind, and she ran away at the age of seven. She ran into my older cousin Thalia and her good friend Luke on the Virginia/Pennsylvania border, where the young pair had been vacationing with Luke's mother.

Annabeth eventually found herself back with her parents, but she was confident that somebody still cared about her. The still slightly dysfunctional family moved to New York five years later, when she was twelve. That was the turning point for Annabeth's relationship with her father, when everything started going well again.

I grabbed the chip bag and munched on a few. Annabeth gestured for me to hand it over, and I sadly obliged. I made sure that she knew how upset I was about it, and she laughed.

"That was everything, right?" she asked me.

I nodded.

"Do you still want to stay for dinner?"

"What are you guys having?"

"Tacos."

I grinned. "Yeah, I'll stay."

"Great. You can come help me chop vegetables."

I groaned. Annabeth stood and held her hands out. I grabbed on and tugged. She either wasn't strong enough or got taken by surprise, because she fell onto me.

I was flat on my back and Annabeth was between my legs, sprawled across my chest.

"On my gosh, I'm so sorry!"

I chuckled uneasily. "Don't worry about it. Hold on a second, you're in a bad spot. Here, let me..."

I sat up grabbed her underarms, carefully lifting her off of me. I set her gently beside me on the ground.

"I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" she asked. A ferocious blush was prominent on her cheeks.

I grinned. "I'm doing pretty well, and you?"

She playfully shoved my right shoulder. I stood up and pulled Annabeth up, learning from our mistakes.

We wandered down the hallway and took a right to the kitchen. There, Helen was silently stirring a bowl of ground beef with seasoning.

"Hey, Mrs. Chase," I greeted politely.

"Good to see you are still able to speak at a normal volume," she remarked back. My cheeks flushed red.

"Need any help, Helen?" Annabeth cut in.

"Yes, actually. Annabeth, could you bring me the cans of beans we have in the cupboard? And, Percy, come help with the tomatoes."

Helen handed me a very sharp serrated knife and passed the container of cherry tomatoes. I carefully sliced each in half, tossing them in a Tupperware after each chop. Once I cut up all of those, Helen passed me a different knife and a head of lettuce. I set to work on cutting that up while Helen continued cooking the meat and Annabeth cooked the beans.

Less than twenty minutes later every component was prepared. Annabeth searched for all of her family members, and I set the table with plates and silverware.

Eventually, the entire Chase family and I had gathered at the table. We piled our food onto our plates before sitting down and munching on our tacos.

We all began to ate, and I glanced at everyone's plates. I noticed that Malcolm had two types of tacos: one beef, and one fish.

I dramatically gasped. "Really, Malcolm? Fish? You've got to be kidding me!" I smirked.

"Get over yourself, Jackson."

"Ooh!" Bobby, Annabeth's nine year old brother remarked.

"I'm really touched, Malcolm. Calling someone by their last name is a form of flattery, in my opinion, Malcolm."

"Got 'em!" Matthew, Bobby's twin brother commented. Helen planted a hand on his shoulder and quietly scolded him.

Malcolm's eyes narrowed.

"Who do you think you are, Percy? Coming into our home and talking badly to me, unbelievable."

"It's not your home," Annabeth whispered.

I'm not sure if whether of the adults heard her, because Frederick was still shoveling food in his mouth and sketching some sort of air craft on graph paper, and Helen was telling the twins off. But Malcolm heard, and showed evident proof. He immediately stared down at his plate and silently finished his meal.

I shot Annabeth a look. She sadly stared back.

The rest of the meal was quiet and very, very awkward.

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