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We don't agree on anything. I'll admit, sometimes it can be a bummer, but it definitely keeps things interesting. Like our sports rivalries, for instance.
I'd searched the internet endlessly and ended up having to buy the tickets a month in advance, but the seats were great and the game promised to be even better. The teams were rivals, after all.
I called Annabeth a few days before the game.
"'Thup, Percy," she said when she picked up.
I rolled my eyes. It sounded like there was something in her mouth. She was probably working on homework or the plans for Olympus or something so it wasn't hard to guess what she was chewing on. "Take the pencil out of your mouth," I ordered.
There was a groan and an exasperated, "What?"
"I have tickets," I said simply, hoping to annoy her. It worked. I could practically hear Annabeth rolling her eyes.
"Good for you, Seaweed Brain, now if there's nothing else, I'm sort of busy—"
"Giants-Redskins tickets. Fifty-yard-line. Fourth row."
There was a stunned silence at the other end of the line and I couldn't help but laugh.
"You said…" she cleared her throat, like she couldn't believe it. "Giants-Redskins tickets? Fifty-yard-line? Fourth row?"
"Yes—"
I'd barely finished the word when she screamed in excitement. I jumped and the phone toppled from my hands, landing on the carpet. Fortunately. I held the phone to my ear again and heard, "Yes, yes, yes! Oh my gods, oh my gods!"
Annabeth took a deep breath. "How in the world did you get tickets to that game? I thought it was sold out!"
"I have my ways."
"Yes! I'm so excited! And I'm not busy Sunday so I will definitely be there."
"Oh… uh, see I was thinking about taking my mom…"
"No you weren't Seaweed Brain, don't even go there."
I sighed. She was way too smart for me. "I'll pick up Sunday."
Her smile was audible. "Kay. See you Sunday."
If you're wondering why she was so excited about this game, it wasn't just because of the amazing seats I'd gotten (that totally blew my budget). The Giants and Redskins are pretty big rivals, but even more so for Annabeth and me. The Giants are my favorite team, the Redskins are hers.
Game day found us in some of the most incredible seats in Giant's Stadium (a name which I found ironic for New York, if you know what I'm saying), wearing opposing jerseys, waiting for the game to start. Annabeth and I were sharing a bag of popcorn and taking in the sights of the massive stadium.
"I don't know why you like the Redskins," I said, avoiding her eyes and trying not to laugh at her suddenly enraged expression. "They're a really bad team. I mean really—"
She leaned really close and her long hair fell on my shoulder, distracting me. Not that I really cared. She had her scary face on. "You don't really want me to whip out my dagger right here in front of everyone, do you?"
I shook my head and smiled. "No, ma'am."
She sat back, confident that she had won. Besides that, I think she liked being called ma'am. "Didn't think so."
"It's 'cause you're from Virginia, isn't it?" I continued. I was really asking for it here, but I could tell she was only mostly joking.
Annabeth set her jaw, bracing for an argument. "That's only part of it. They're an awesome team."
"Keep telling yourself that."
She probably would have killed me then and there, but it was obvious she got an idea. "Care to put your money where your mouth is?"
"You're on. The usual?"
"Yup."
The "usual" is this bet we make whenever we watch a Giants-Redskins game. Loser has to wear the other team's jersey every day for a week. And what with the Redskins' record this year, it was looking promising for me.
It was a surprisingly tight game considering how awful the Redskins are. The Giants held a slim lead through the first three quarters but the Redskins tied it up with a three-point field goal and it went into overtime.
"I'm surprised," I told Annabeth over the roar of the crowd. "The Redskins usually screw it up in the last two minutes of the game."
She elbowed me in the ribs and I couldn't get out of the way in time. I guess she didn't mean for it to hurt, but I would most likely have a bruise tomorrow.
"That's only when they have a lead, Seaweed Brain," she replied, saying it like I was slow or something. Well…
"Ok, so, they'll screw it up in overtime."
She ignored me.
Overtime started with the Giants on defense, which didn't look so good. The Skins' QB made a thirty-yard run practically unopposed, scoring a touchdown with only seven seconds to spare. I sat there, staring at the scoreboard, horrified. I knew what that meant.
Annabeth turned to me with a look of such extreme triumph that I gulped. She would never let me live this down. Then she threw her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss that completely melted my mind. She pulled away only long enough to whisper, "Better get out that Moss jersey."
So I spent a week wearing the Santana Moss jersey that I'd bought for just such occasions (I washed it, don't worry). Let me put it this way: it's a dangerous thing to wear a Redskins jersey in New York City. But I made it out alive. Except for the constant teasing.
Annabeth and I don't agree on everything, especially not when it comes to football.
But if there is one thing we definitely agree on, it's that we both HATE the Cowboys.
I'd searched the internet endlessly and ended up having to buy the tickets a month in advance, but the seats were great and the game promised to be even better. The teams were rivals, after all.
I called Annabeth a few days before the game.
"'Thup, Percy," she said when she picked up.
I rolled my eyes. It sounded like there was something in her mouth. She was probably working on homework or the plans for Olympus or something so it wasn't hard to guess what she was chewing on. "Take the pencil out of your mouth," I ordered.
There was a groan and an exasperated, "What?"
"I have tickets," I said simply, hoping to annoy her. It worked. I could practically hear Annabeth rolling her eyes.
"Good for you, Seaweed Brain, now if there's nothing else, I'm sort of busy—"
"Giants-Redskins tickets. Fifty-yard-line. Fourth row."
There was a stunned silence at the other end of the line and I couldn't help but laugh.
"You said…" she cleared her throat, like she couldn't believe it. "Giants-Redskins tickets? Fifty-yard-line? Fourth row?"
"Yes—"
I'd barely finished the word when she screamed in excitement. I jumped and the phone toppled from my hands, landing on the carpet. Fortunately. I held the phone to my ear again and heard, "Yes, yes, yes! Oh my gods, oh my gods!"
Annabeth took a deep breath. "How in the world did you get tickets to that game? I thought it was sold out!"
"I have my ways."
"Yes! I'm so excited! And I'm not busy Sunday so I will definitely be there."
"Oh… uh, see I was thinking about taking my mom…"
"No you weren't Seaweed Brain, don't even go there."
I sighed. She was way too smart for me. "I'll pick up Sunday."
Her smile was audible. "Kay. See you Sunday."
If you're wondering why she was so excited about this game, it wasn't just because of the amazing seats I'd gotten (that totally blew my budget). The Giants and Redskins are pretty big rivals, but even more so for Annabeth and me. The Giants are my favorite team, the Redskins are hers.
Game day found us in some of the most incredible seats in Giant's Stadium (a name which I found ironic for New York, if you know what I'm saying), wearing opposing jerseys, waiting for the game to start. Annabeth and I were sharing a bag of popcorn and taking in the sights of the massive stadium.
"I don't know why you like the Redskins," I said, avoiding her eyes and trying not to laugh at her suddenly enraged expression. "They're a really bad team. I mean really—"
She leaned really close and her long hair fell on my shoulder, distracting me. Not that I really cared. She had her scary face on. "You don't really want me to whip out my dagger right here in front of everyone, do you?"
I shook my head and smiled. "No, ma'am."
She sat back, confident that she had won. Besides that, I think she liked being called ma'am. "Didn't think so."
"It's 'cause you're from Virginia, isn't it?" I continued. I was really asking for it here, but I could tell she was only mostly joking.
Annabeth set her jaw, bracing for an argument. "That's only part of it. They're an awesome team."
"Keep telling yourself that."
She probably would have killed me then and there, but it was obvious she got an idea. "Care to put your money where your mouth is?"
"You're on. The usual?"
"Yup."
The "usual" is this bet we make whenever we watch a Giants-Redskins game. Loser has to wear the other team's jersey every day for a week. And what with the Redskins' record this year, it was looking promising for me.
It was a surprisingly tight game considering how awful the Redskins are. The Giants held a slim lead through the first three quarters but the Redskins tied it up with a three-point field goal and it went into overtime.
"I'm surprised," I told Annabeth over the roar of the crowd. "The Redskins usually screw it up in the last two minutes of the game."
She elbowed me in the ribs and I couldn't get out of the way in time. I guess she didn't mean for it to hurt, but I would most likely have a bruise tomorrow.
"That's only when they have a lead, Seaweed Brain," she replied, saying it like I was slow or something. Well…
"Ok, so, they'll screw it up in overtime."
She ignored me.
Overtime started with the Giants on defense, which didn't look so good. The Skins' QB made a thirty-yard run practically unopposed, scoring a touchdown with only seven seconds to spare. I sat there, staring at the scoreboard, horrified. I knew what that meant.
Annabeth turned to me with a look of such extreme triumph that I gulped. She would never let me live this down. Then she threw her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss that completely melted my mind. She pulled away only long enough to whisper, "Better get out that Moss jersey."
So I spent a week wearing the Santana Moss jersey that I'd bought for just such occasions (I washed it, don't worry). Let me put it this way: it's a dangerous thing to wear a Redskins jersey in New York City. But I made it out alive. Except for the constant teasing.
Annabeth and I don't agree on everything, especially not when it comes to football.
But if there is one thing we definitely agree on, it's that we both HATE the Cowboys.
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i gotta say, i much prefer the cutesy stuff when it comes to percabeth as opposed to the dramatic stuff. it's a lot more fun to write it when they're just being themselves, there aren't any monsters to fight, etc.
for the record, i have never actually been to a football game. and the redskins RULE!</i> but i still know that they're a horrible team and they haven't been to the superbowl since 92. i'm still a dedicated fan.
what do yall think about the story? i'm trying to be more open to opinions.
for the record, i have never actually been to a football game. and the redskins RULE!</i> but i still know that they're a horrible team and they haven't been to the superbowl since 92. i'm still a dedicated fan.
what do yall think about the story? i'm trying to be more open to opinions.
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Hate the cowboys lol!