Hey, this is just a little something I thought up. I hope you like it.
(If yall are wondering why I updated it I just did it to change Brooke and Andrew's ages)
It was a sad day, but yet it was a happy day. This afternoon, the funeral rites had been given at the campfire. We had all lost friends and for that many tears had been shed, but at the same time, the war was finally over and we wouldn't be losing anyone else to it. Of course, the next Great Prophecy had been made and it was not exactly cheery, but for all we knew it wouldn't happen for years, and we shouldn't worry about it.
The funeral had been earlier though and right now we were all at the Dining Pavilion for dinner. It was fun, just being there with my friends and relaxing. For the first time in a while, people were genuinely laughing, and that was of itself truly a blessing from the gods. I laughed at the Stoll brothers' retelling of a prank they pulled back when Travis was 13 and Connor was 12.
I even went over and gave Nico a hug. (A/N: I know that Nico is supposed to be 12 but in my story he is 14) After all, it was him who showed up with an army of undead monsters to save the day. I flirted with the kid a little bit, but it was only harmless fun.
I heard a loud shout of "Grover!" Turning to see who it was, I saw Juniper, the tree nymph who also happened to be Grover's girlfriend. Leave it up to a satyr to date a nymph, how cliché. Cliché or not though, Juniper running up to Grover and giving him a flying tackle hug, caused me to cheer for the cute couple, along with the rest of the campers. They left shortly afterwards, to walk in the moonlight.
Having nothing more to do, the campers headed off in various directions, some to the campfire and others to bed. I was about to join the latter until Travis Stoll spotted me and grabbed my arm, dragging me into a group of people hiding behind the Dining Pavilion.
"WT-" and before I even got a chance to say F, Connor Stoll clamped his hand over my mouth. Travis put his finger on his lips telling me to be quiet. He then gestured to the empty Dining Pavilion. Empty that was, except for Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase.
"I can't believe you guys are spying on them," I scolded, in a whisper-shout.
"If you want to you can leave," Connor said, but of course I stayed right where I was.
I have never spoken more than two words to Percy Jackson, and those two words were when he first came to camp and stayed in my cabin, the Hermes Cabin. This was also before he was claimed and became famous. Of course, the Son of Poseidon, Leader of Camp Half-Blood, and Hero of Olympus Percy Jackson wouldn't waste his time talking to me.
I was however friends with Annabeth. We haven't been that close, at least not since she got her first quest and became famous around here, but we still hung out every now and then and I did count her as one of my closer friends.
It was common knowledge around camp that the two of them were totally in love with each other, so we all hoped that this moment would be the one when they finally get together. I even saw Silena Beauregard videotaping it. Her boyfriend, Charles Beckendorf, had his arm around her waist. (I know they both died in the TLO but I really wanted them to be alive in my story, so just roll with it)
Annabeth slid down into the bench at Poseidon's table, next to Percy. She gave him a big chocolate cupcake with blue icing. I don't know the whole blue food story but I, like everyone, know that Percy loves it.
Anyways, they split the cupcake and talked, Percy finally admitting to her that he likes her.
Annabeth laughed at something and, putting her arms around his neck, she said, "I am never, ever going to make things easy for you, Seaweed Brain. Get used to it." Then she kissed him.
But of course, Clarisse had to ruin the moment. "Well, it's about time," she growled.
All of us eavesdroppers flooded into the pavilion and we hoisted the pair onto our shoulders.
"Oh come on!" Percy complained. "Is there no privacy?"
Silena, who was doing the commentary on the video she was making, said, "Oh dear Percy you should get used to the press!"
"The lovebirds need to cool off!" Clarisse said with glee.
"The canoe lake!" Connor shouted.
Feeling sorry for the lovebirds, I didn't mention the flaws of Connor's plan to anyone, even though I knew I wpuld have to deal with his wrath later.
With a huge cheer from the group, we carried Percy and Annabeth down the hill. They held hands until we dumped them into the water.
After about 30 seconds of neither of them resurfacing, people started to panic. I on the other hand was laughing hysterically.
Connor shot me a confused look.
"Percy," I explained, "is a son of POSEIDON you idiots!"
Connor looked pissed at me, but I knew he would get over it. We weren't best friends for nothing. Not to mention, I'm pretty sure he has a little crush on me.
By now, you are probably wondering who I am. It's okay, I get that a lot. After all, I'm not one of the war heroes, or a child of the Big Three, or even claimed for that matter.
My name is Brooke Melia Jackson and I'm 14 years old. Both my godly and my earthly parent are unknown. I was abandoned at the age of 2, Left at the Camp Half-Blood 'nursery' of sorts. It was only me and one other boy, Andrew Perez, son of Aphrodite, age 15 almost 16 as he constantly reminds me. His dad died in a in a car crash when he was only 3. Andrew is my best friend ever. I have some more-than-friends feelings for him but I would never risk my friendship with him by admitting this to him.
I hoped I would be claimed soon. According to Percy's request of the gods all demigods should be claimed by the time they turn 13. Seeing as how I'm already 14 I most definitely should be claimed soon. I just hope my mom isn't Aphrodite, otherwise I would never have a shot with Andrew.
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