Hello! This is my first PJO story, so hopefully its okay.
I was re-reading the Demigod Files the other day and I felt like writing what happened when Percy and Annabeth went to the fireworks. Then I realized I had no idea what would happen and instead wrote this little drabble… heh heh.
Disclaimer: As much as I'd love to own Percy Jackson, I don't. Sigh.
Hair combed. Check.
Face scrubbed. Check.
He was going to look decent tonight. Or try at least.
Cuts clean. Check.
Bruises covered. Check.
Although he was still a bit shocked over how the day had turned out.
Palms sweating. Check.
Heart pounding. Check.
Oh, and he was nervous. Like, really, really nervous. Facing a minotaur nervous. Facing a fury nervous. Facing Thalia when she had run out of her favourite black nail varnish nervous.
Basically, he was nervous.
Why?
Good question; he wasn't quite sure of the answer. She was his best friend, his BBF as Silena would say (although he hadn't got a clue what that meant), so why did he feel like mutant butterflies were having a swordfight in his stomach?
Silena said it was because he liked her. Like liked her.
He decided he was going to stop listening to Silena.
Because he, Percy Jackson, was taking Annabeth Chase to the Camp Half Blood Fourth of July fireworks.
Well…
Technically, she was taking him. But whatever.
Yeah, so random? Review?