If you think shadow travelling makes you dizzy, try clinging to the side of your girlfriend's car while she blares out "Carry On My Wayward Son"
Then you'll know what it means to be dizzy.
Percy was lying down on his couch, with Annabeth snuggled up into the crook of his arm. They were watching Jeopardy and it didn't take Percy that long to realize that if his girlfriend was on that show she would blow the competition away. She was answering every question correct and without a seconds hesitation. Percy was having fun just watching her, but then she looked up at him.
"Hey Seaweed Brain, you should go on a run." Her eyes were a beautiful gray, but Percy saw a glint behind them and the crooked smile she had betrayed her calm and collective nature. "whhhyy?" He asked, suddenly curious as to what was going on. They were having a perfectly good time just sitting here together. Why did she want him to run so badly? She's never done this before and Percy was slightly worried about what she had planned for him.
She sat up on her knees and leaned towards Percy. "Just do it! I'll catch up!"
"Wait, now you're running?! Uh uh, no way"
Last week Annabeth and Percy had gotten into a minor skirmish with some monsters while they were walking home. Nothing big, but as Annabeth made a thrust with her dagger to the final monster, she tripped on the way and banged her knee up. She kept cursing herself for it saying it was, "a stupid mistake she should never had made" and Percy kept trying to make her feel better by saying anybody could have done it. But, typical-stubborn-Annabeth, had refused the help. She had even decided against using the ambrosia! Thinking that she deserved the pain!
After some physical negotiation via their lips, Percy finally decided to go on a run but only around the block. A part of him also wanted to see what his girlfriend had planned for him. So off he went and was nearly done with the whole block, wondering when this surprise was going to happen, when he heard the unmistakable sound of tires screeching on asphalt. He turned around to see a Yellow Ford Escape coming towards him, blaring the unmistakable song of "Carry On My Wayward Son" and the unmistakable figure of Annabeth in the driver's seat. She slowed down to pull up beside him, lowering the driver's window to show off her glasses and her hair blowing in the summer breeze with the sun reflecting off her to give her this angelic look.
She was beautiful.
"Get in loser, we're going monster hunting."
She was perfect.
So Percy stepped onto the little ledge that the car gave him and grabbed on to the holders on the top that are usually reserved for strapping on canoes or bikes and he tapped Annabeth's shoulder to signal that he was ready to go. Percy thought that they would have a fun little ride back home, but clearly Annabeth had different ideas floating in her head, and when she slammed on the gas Percy knew exactly what they were. He was hanging on for dear life as they turned a corner at 40mph and even waved to the nieghbours that gave him a strange look as if they had never seen a teenager riding on the outside of his girlfriend's car while he was trying not to fall and die.
After driving hell bent for the block, Annabeth slowed down and leaned out of her window to kiss Percy on the lips. And as she was gaining speed again like trying to set a record for fastest drive around the block, Percy still knew that this girl with all her impulse decisions and personality and ideas was the love of his life, and he was never going to let go. Of her or the car…