Hi all! I have read something like this before, and I greatly enjoyed. But don't worry, I am not using the same plot.
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October 14
Percy said it first.
It was a cold October night, and Annabeth was lying on Percy's bedroom floor, wearing a pair of sweats and her hair pulled up in a bun. Percy was lying off the side of his, trying to concentrate on his study guide that she was prepping him on.
"Come on, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth sighed in exasperation. "Are you focusing or not?" The way he was staring at her made her a little uncomfortable. His entrancing eyes were boring into her under his mop of dark hair still wet from the shower. He shifted over on his stomach as she opened her mouth. "Do you want something, Percy?" She asked sarcastically, wondering what in the world was going through that kelp head of his.
He blinked slowly, and then answered. "I love you." He said simply.
Annabeth turned all the shades of red possible. For once, she had no reply. He loved her? As in, more than like? As in, the rest of their lives together? Or as in, you are very cool and I like hanging out with you? Her brain whirled with the utter implication of it. When Percy cleared his throat, looking very embarrassed, she realized she must have been silent for longer than she thought.
"Oh, well, um," She floundered, not making the situation any better. As much she wanted to return the sentiment, her brain was moving too fast. Percy turned redder by the second, looking truly humiliated to have said something so personal that was not reciprocated.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled, looking down. Annabeth immediately felt ten times worse. Why couldn't she just say it? The logical part of her brain kicked in, as it did when she was in trouble. Why are you feeling this way? It seemed to argue. It's just a meaningless little phrase.
A meaningless phrase.
After all, Annabeth heard it tossed around on the streets of New York all the time. It was a casual thing, right? She shook her head to clear it of all the nonsense that was no good for a daughter of Athena.
"Well, lets get back to business," She said, trying to clear the room of the awkwardness. Later that night, as she lay in bed, she thought about what happened.
If it was such a meaningless little phrase, why was it so hard for her to return?
I am not trying to make Annabeth seem heartless, I just think she would probably want to make sure something was for real because of the people that have left her. Anyway, please leave your thoughts and don't forget to favorite/follow!
hopefully the next one will make more sense!