My black haired boy
For the past few months, everything was finally back to normal. No rising titans, no friends having an emotional battle on whom to choose sides with, everything was perfect. I convinced my parents to let me stay with Percy in New York and go to school with him. I liked the school, it was easier than my old one and I wasn't the only person with dyslexia so no one really bothered me. But then there was him. My Percy.
Percy's mom would make us blue pancakes or blue eggs and pack our lunches with blue napkins and forks. On Fridays she would give us blue chocolate chip cookies to take school. Every morning, Percy and I cut through Central Park and stop at a little coffee stand and get a large cappuccino to share. We sit on the rocks or lie on the grass and talking about nothing of importance but it is everything to me. It's these moments that make my crazy life possible.
We then go to school and he walks me to my locker. He curls my hair around his finger as I get my books and things out of my locker. He is looking at me as if he is reading my soul and it sends shivers through me. He then looks me straight in the eye and tells me he loves me with all his being and might and kisses my hand and walks away. He looks back at me as he is walking down the hall and I whisper I love you too. I know he heard it. He does his signature smirk, almost colliding with a cheerleader. I laugh and rush to class and only realize I was holding my breath the whole time when the teacher yells at everyone to be quite.
We have the next class together and its assigned seating. I'm in the back and he is in front. Its fine with me, I get to stare at his gorgeous body the whole time. He is a little more than upset because he wants to be the one to do the staring. I look at him. Everything is perfect. Not one thing is out of place. His nose is exactly in the right place and his lips fall right beneath. They are so soft when I kiss him and so inviting, it's mesmerizing. His eyes are such a pretty green, it takes my breath away. His arms feel so protecting when they wrap around me and his chest is so sturdy I know he would carry to anywhere. I love the way his heart beats, it's like it's in rhythm with mine. The way his hands hold mine, it paralyses me.
He looks back at me and grins. My heart races. It feels like it will beat out of my chest. When I was little, I was so jealous of the people in books and movies that they had found true love and I haven't. When everything went bad and I ran away and meet Luke and Thalia, I thought I would never find it. I thought it was just a fairy tale, something parents talked about to make them feel better about themselves. But in this moment, with Percy looking at me with so adoration and love with the teacher talking but we were miles away in our own universe, I knew it was true. True love exists. And I found my soul mate. I found my black haired boy.
