Well here is my next shot at a Fan Fiction. I hope that this one goes better than my last. I appreciate and look forward to all reviews. I do not own any part of Percy Jackson, that all falls onto the genius writer that is Rick Riordan. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy.
He was supposed to meet me 20 minutes ago but I should have known by now that he would be late. You'd think I'd plan ahead for times like this, but there was always this little bubble of hope that he would come on time just once. But hey that's what I get for dating a seaweed brain. I had hoped with all the reminders on his phone I'd set and the post it notes that I had strategically placed around his apartment that he would remember the plans we had made two weeks ago today.
We were supposed to go to the grand opening of an ancient architecture exhibit at the Museum of Natural History, but it opens in 15 minutes and it takes 30 to get there, and since they were only letting a small number of people in on the first day I'm sure by the time we get there they will be sold out.
Just as I finish thinking this thought I see a figure shoving their way through the crowded side walk towards me. As they get closer I can make out their messy black hair and iridescent sea green eyes, what catches my eye the most is the two strips of paper he is holding up in his hand.
As he breaks through the last group of people near me he leans over with his hands on his knees taking deep breaths before straightening out and shoving the two strips of paper in my face.
"Your Late" is all I can muster to say, I had been waiting for weeks to go to this exhibit and I wanted to do it when it wasn't completely crowded and full of a bunch of noisy tourists.
"I know, but I have a really good reason this time" He gasps in between breaths
"This better not have anything to do with you misplacing one of your shoes again, because you can't use the same excuse every time and expect me to believe it, you have more than one pair of shoes"
"For your information I did actually lose my shoe all those times, and I know I have more than one pair of shoes, but I am not going to wear yellow shoes with a black shirt it just doesn't work"
"Okay so say I actually believe that, what's your reason this time"
He yet again held up the strips of paper except this time I could actually see what was on them. They said Museum Of Natural History – Ancient Architecture. All I could think was that I was seeing things there was no way that my idiotic boyfriend of 5 years was actually holding tickets to the exhibit that didn't open for another 10 minutes.
"How did you get those" I all but shouted, he just smiled dopily at me before answering.
"I have a friend who does a lot of volunteer work there and she said she could hook me up with some tickets before everyone else, but I forgot to go get them until about a half hour ago" he finished a little bashfully. All I could think was now that's the seaweed brain I know. "Well that was very sweet of you, and I appreciate it, but if we don't leave now we'll be late" I answered.
"Late, how are we going to be late? It doesn't close until 5"
"And, do you actually think that 6 hours is enough time for me to go through and see every piece"
"Umm, Yeah?"
"Well it's not so let's get going" I was already heading down the street in the direction of the museum as I finished my sentence. And all Percy could do was mutter "whatever you say WiseGirl"