A/N: This is a poem I wrote at school today after my math test. I was inspired by SoN, which I just finished a few days ago (I can't believe RR ended it with a cliffhanger like that! Ugh!). Read, review, and enjoy!
Summary: The reunion we've all been dreaming of for months, in poem form. Percabeth.
Rated: K+, because no one ever rates anything as K.
Disclaimer: I'm not Rick Riordan. I wouldn't have left millions of readers HANGING at the end of SoN WITH NO PERCABETH. I would have added the extra seven pages. But PJO isn't mine. So...yup.
Note: Different stanzas are in different styles (like bold & non-bold).
Reunion
It was eight months
Eight grueling
Annoying
Unforgivable months
Since he'd seen her
The boat's ramp flapped down with a slam
A bam
Like a clattering can
And she hoped today would go well
She stepped out into the sun
After being stuck on the boat for three days
Three exhausting
Mollifying
Strenuous days
But she knew it was for him.
(And to save the world, of course)
She scanned the crowd for his jet-black hair
Frowning when he wasn't there
But where
Could he be now?
He walked with Reyna down the path
The long and winding
Ever-trying
Dirt path
Towards the boat
He wondered if he'd been replaced
Had only been a face
Someone who couldn't keep pace
And she had moved on
She walked through the crowd quickly
Searching for the boy
The bait for Hera's ploy
Who had been taken from her
When she wanted him most
Had he gotten another girl?
Forgotten her, tried another whirl?
The thought of it made her want to hurl
But she needed to keep a brave face
They say each other at the exact same time
Eyes met
Breath caught
And they stared at their other half
For the first time in months
He got taller, she thought with a ping of jealousy
And more muscular, a girlier side added giddily
She's as beautiful as ever, he thought wistfully
Does she remember me?
She moved first towards him
Past stares
And glares
Of both jealousy and hate
From the Romans
(But mostly the girls)
His heart hammered against his chest
His head told it to give it a rest
She wasn't his yet
(At least, not for sure)
"Percy?" she said as she approached him
She asked with uncertainty
And urgency
As if she wasn't sure
If he remembered her
"Hey, Annabeth," he said, nervous
But who wouldn't be, not sure if it's alright to lust
And control the lust, he must
For the girl wasn't his for sure (yet)
She suddenly glowered at him with obvious fury
She smacked
Slapped
Punched him
Screaming obscenities all the while
"You Seaweed Brain!" she screeched with a kick
"You just left, you insolent prick!"
She glared with the pain of a sharp stick
Stabbing at his heart
"How did I offend you already?" he asked incredulously
She'd hurt him
And shot him stares as sharp as pins
But he was still glad to see her
(Even if she wanted him dead)
She huffed and puffed as she caught her breath
She glared at him as if to say, 'I'm not finished yet'
"How could you disappear like that?
I missed you. A lot."
His heart rose again, thumping once more
She'd missed him
She'd missed him
Just like he missed her.
"I missed you to, Annabeth."
(And he sealed it with a kiss)