A Particular Color
Percy had always liked the color blue. Everyone who knew him knew it. It had been an inside joke with his mother years ago, but became more than that when he had been separated from his family and friends. It became his comfort.
But now he feels like his favorite color wasn't really his favorite anymore. Because when he saw Annabeth after she stepped off that flying warship with strangers, he decided that gray was the color. And when they finally came and crashed their lips together, he couldn't help but smile because for once in a long time, he had been happy.
When they pulled away, he couldn't help but get lost in those gray orbs. He wanted to tell her that he couldn't stop thinking of her the first thing in the morning and the last thing at night. But then the Romans and the Greeks merged into one huge crowd, and he never had the chance.
Besides, he thought. It sounds like a cliché from somewhere.
But it was one hundred percent true.
A Little Lost
Rachel Elizabeth Dare had never really been good at making friends. Only when they heard who her father was, was she accepted into a clique. At least until she met Percy Jackson. Although, she never did expect to fall in love with a monster-slaying boy who called himself a son of an old sea god. I mean, what? Really?
She especially never think she would ever try to comfort her friend's new girlfriend, Annabeth Chase. The two of them had a bad history. But weirdly enough, ever since Rachel had become the Oracle, they seemed to get along swell.
And here she was, trying to help her new friend cope with the loss of Percy Jackson, savior of Olympus. Annabeth had always seemed like the one who knew how to handle things. Like she was in charge. But here she was, in shambles, mourning her missing boyfriend. Rachel barely had enough time to comprehend how or why this had happened herself.
"You know," Annabeth sniffed, "Everyone's been saying how I don't even care."
"They don't understand what you're hiding," Rachel answered. "But I do. And I'm here. Besides, somebody has to seem sane if we're going to find that idiotic boyfriend of yours, right?"
The comment had meant to cheer Annabeth up. But the blonde only nodded and whispered, "I lost my smile and I can't remember how to laugh. I'm sorry."
Rachel gave her a sad smile. "You haven't lost your smile. It's right under your nose. You just forgot how to use it. C'mon, let's go change that."