Atalanta is Gay for Annabeth

Summary: Just a small fun minific of a fic that is based loosely off of gayannabeth's Atty Jackson and the Lightning Thief. Since I am gayannabeth's girlfriend, I have to add: This is not how Atty Jackson will go, I just wanted to have fun.
Inspired by Atty Jackson and the Lightning Thief by Gayannabeth 

Atalanta peered from a tree. Annabeth sat by the lake intently focused on her architecture notes. She was such a fucking nerd; it was adorable. She was still… nervous. She never, never thought she would be so fucking nervous from a blonde bookworm, yet here she was. Well, Fuck it, here we go.
“Atty, you know I can see you, right?” Annabeth stared straight at her.
“I ummm… umm” Atty stammered.
“Unable to form a coherent thought?... Adorable.” Annabeth giggled and placed her notes behind her “Well what are you waiting for? Get over here dweeb.”
Atty ashamedly drug her way through the gravel and limply flopped beside Annabeth. Well, there goes my plan!
Annabeth laughed out loud, “You are red, really fucking red Atty… like, redder than my shirt”
Atty quickly retreated her entire face into her navy tee like a turtle cowering in fear inside a shell.
“Come on Atty! I already caught you red handed, or maybe I should say red cheeked,” Annabeth snorted, enjoying her joke a little too much. Then she turned directly to Atty, her stormy grey eyes gazing into Atty’s, inspecting every inch of Atalanta’s conscience… every secret, everything exposed.
“Well, say it! Spit it out, I know why you were staring at me from behind that tree ya weirdo!” Annabeth winked at Atty and assertively placed her hand right by Atalanta’s side, so close. Atalanta’s heart fluttered, she was so close to her, it felt like a knot was in her stomach. How the fuck was this shit so difficult. She had no trouble being dominant; yet with Annabeth it was so fucking difficult. She had fallen for her completely. It was bullshit, she was so cute, kind, drop-dead-fucking gorgeous. She couldn’t think of anything else. Annabeth had a deathgrip on Atty’s heart. A grip she couldn’t escape from.
“I uh… um… I like you, like a lot.”
“Awww good girl”
“Buaf buff ahh wuff ah uff ug” Atty’s mind broke completely. She fell into Annabeth’s lap, where she swiftly grabbed onto her and petted her. The only sounds Atty could make were whimpers. Her sea-green eyes looked straight into Annabeth’s. Her hair shaded her from the sun. Her face was perfect. She was happy.