YOUR PERCY

Annabeth moved in with your mom and you a few months ago because she couldn't bring herself to go to her father's home. She was basically your daily wake-up timer. You didn't need to set an alarm she'd just be there.

It was a Saturday morning when Annabeth entered your room, seeing a topless Percy sleeping in his stomach with his blanket covering about three quarters if his upper body.

"Wake up, Seaweed brain, your mother made breakfast."