On the first year you and Annabeth met, she told you that she’s never seen a movie. Well, you took it upon yourself to show her all of your favorite movies. Some innocent movie night hangouts turned to movie dates in a matter of years.

Over one of the summers, you miraculously had some free time instead of having to go fight again. So did Annabeth. Your parents agreed to let her visit, so she quickly got a trip over to your apartment.

The two of you are laying in your bed with a remote in your hand. You’re stroking her back with one hand while the other works on finding a good movie. Finally, your mind lands on The Conjuring. You grinned. You’ve never shown her a horror movie before. This has to be good. You flip it on and set down the remote, excited to see her reaction. You assume she’d be scared.

Fast forward to after the movie is done. She had barely any reaction beside cringes at some jumpscares. You on the other hand? You’re terrified. No horror movie has got you this bad. By the end of it, you sigh in relief, glad it’s over.

You tried to seem nonchalant about it, but Annabeth is smarter than that. She looks over at you, chuckling. “Are you okay?” she asks, sitting up and putting an arm around your shoulder.