Annabeth's version of the kiss in the Last Olympian
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own the amazing work of Rick Riordan. I don't even own this plot. This is just what I think Annabeth might've been thinking. Enjoy!
I came back from the kitchen to find Percy Jackson sitting at his dinner table, still. He was looking out at the sea, probably thinking of his father or something. I decided to drop by and give him a present.
"Hey," I said as I slid next to him on the picnic table bench. I made sure to get as close as I could. "Happy birthday," I gave him the giant blue cupcake Tyson and I made. There was a single candle sticking lopsided out of the top.
He just stared at me like I'd just come from an alien spacecraft or something. "What?"
I thought about it for a second. Had I gotten the date wrong? "It's August 18th. Your birthday, right?"
He stared at me for a moment then his expression turned from confusion to understanding. "Make a wish," I prompted.
"Did you bake this yourself?" He asked me cautiously.
I shrugged and smiled, "Tyson helped."
"That explains why it looks like a chocolate brick with extra blue cement."
I laughed and watched as he thought about his wish. When he blew out the candle, I started to wonder what he had wished for. He cut the cupcake in half and we ate it with our fingers. When we were done, we sat there watching the ocean. It was peaceful, quiet, and with Percy by my side, I believed that nothing could go wrong.
As we sat there I started to think about everything we'd gone through that day. It was then that I realized—the weight of the world had been on Percy's shoulders. The whole world, whether they knew it or not, depended on a single choice—Percy's choice. "You saved the world," I told him, articulating my thoughts.
He looked at me, "We saved the world."
"And Rachel is the new oracle," I said, hinting at the obvious, "Which means she won't be dating anybody."
"You don't sound disappointed," He pointed out.
I smiled and shrugged. "Oh, I don't care."
"Uh-huh," He said his voice filled with pure sarcasm.
"You got something to say to me, Seaweed Brain?" I gave him my best death glare but I couldn't help but to smile. I was only half-joking of course.
"You'd probably kick my butt," He was right.
"You know I'd kick your butt." I smiled.
He smiled then looked down, his eyebrows knotted. He looked kind of uncomfortable as he brushed the cake off his hands. "When I was at the River Styx, turning invulnerable..." He started to say. I could tell that he was trying to say something very important but couldn't find the words. "Nico said I had to concentrate on one thing that kept me anchored to the world, that made me want to stay mortal."
I couldn't help but to smile. Was he talking about me? My heart was racing. I couldn't look at him. The thought of what he was, hopefully, trying to say was making me even more nervous than he was. "Yeah?" I managed.
"Then up on Olympus," he continued, "When they wanted to make me a god and stuff, I kept thinking—"
"Oh, you so wanted to," I interjected without thinking.
"Well, maybe a little. But I didn't because I thought—I didn't want things to stay the same for eternity, because things could always get better. And I was thinking..." He was so nervous I felt sorry for him.
"Anyone in particular?" I couldn't stand it anymore. I needed to hear him say what he was thinking.
He looked at me and saw that I was trying not to smile. "You're laughing at me," he said.
"I am not!" I argued with a smile.
"You are so not making this easy," He rolled his eyes.
I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck. "I am never, ever going to make things easy for you, Seaweed Brain. Get used to it."
I brought my face up to his. We lingered there for a moment, lips centimeters apart. Then he finally went in for the kiss. The butterflies in my stomach let loose and I felt as though I was in heaven. Now that I think of it, I can't describe what it felt like. I just knew that at that moment, I was where I was meant to be—forever. I felt his arms make their way onto my back and I felt him smile. I smiled and giggled a little.
We backed away from each other and I stared into those beautiful sea green eyes of his.
We went in for another kiss when we were interrupted by the sound of footsteps.
"Well, it's about time!" said a voice that was unmistakably Clarisse's.
All of a sudden the entire dining pavilion was filled with campers with their torches. I felt my face turn bright red with embarrassment and I couldn't stop my laughter. The group hoisted me and Percy onto their shoulders. Percy didn't let go of my hand, though, which made it a little bit better.
I looked over to see his face. It was as red as a cherry and a smirk covered those perfect lips of his.
"Oh, Come on!" Percy complained. "Is there no privacy?"
"The lovebirds need to cool off!" Clarisse said obviously pleased.
Connor Stoll gave the whole group the, shall I say, lovely idea to throw us in the canoe lake. I couldn't stop laughing and neither could Percy. My face felt red. We held hands until the dumped us in the cold water.
I tried to swim back to the top but Percy grabbed my arm and pulled me down into an air bubble he created at the bottom of the lake. Oh yeah, I thought, Poseidon.
In that air bubble, we decided to continue the kiss that was so very rudely interrupted. It felt amazing, and I know this is cliché but I have to say it: It was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time.