Hi there!
I've read One-sided by Chocolateismydoom for a while, and it's amazing. So many people insisted her to write a guys version on Annabeth, and since in her profile that story can no way to be found, please allow me to have a version of my own. I do have some idea. And here it is, may I introduce you: JASON.
P/S: I'm Vietnamese, English isn't my first language, so there're probably some mistakes in grammar and stuff. Please review and tell me, I'll get better in the following chapters.
Enjoy!
You should have freaked out.
You were on a schoolbus, had absolutely no idea what's going on, or who you are, held hands with a strange girl, and that scary goat-man was yelling at your face.
And then, a bunch of storm spirits attacked you, your coin turnt into a sword, you fought, you flew, rescued the girl, saved the day, the satyr disappeared, and you lost your shoe. Oh, and by the way, you're a demigod.
Awesome. AWESOME.
You should have stood there, frozen there, dumbfounded, with eyes glazed over.
Actually, you have, when you laid your eyes on her.
She's beautiful, that's much to say. Her hair is blonde (ok, that's cool, your hair is blond, too), but it's not. It's golden. It shines under the light, and despite being tied into a ponytail, those perfect princess curls still find the way to cascade down her mid-back like an enchanted fountain, some short locks tug out of the band to touch her smooth, tan skin. And her eyes, oh, those big stormy gray eyes, they're like seeing through you. You find it's hard to believe, since no way that human's eyes could be that bright. You think you could see lightning sparkling in her eyes. But something seems wrong. Shadows have covered that beautiful shade.
Some guy named Percy Jackson, who is blondie's boyfriend, has been missing. And that's driving her insane.
Her eyes spear you and Leo, the funny dude, and you shiver. In a moment, there was some hope twinkling in her eyes, until it's dark again, as she finds out you're not the one she's looking for.
The rainbow guy, Butch, askes you, Piper and Leo, to go to some place called CampHalf-Blood. You protest, say that you don't want to go anywhere, because that blondie looks like she wants to kill you. What you don't want to admit is you're shy. Just thinking about sitting next to her makes you blush, but fortunately, you don't think anyone notice.
Riding a chariot in the air makes you feel…comfortable. You don't feel like it when your feet touch the ground, and you think in your foggy past, you must have been a terrible swimmer. The wind blows Annabeth's (blondie's name) hair back and forth, and bring her scent to you. Lemon soap, mixing with olive, with a flash of sunlight . But there's something else, too. A scent you haven't even known before, let alone described it. It's strange, soft, warm, perfuming, and addicting. It's simply just plain her.
It's crazy you know, that people' scent can be different. Forget about those dogs, you're talking 'bout your impression with one's scent. Some's normal, some's horrible, and some's wonderful, even when they sweat. Especially when they sweat.
Piper, the girl sitting next to you, is the one with normal scent.
You arrive at Camp. Red alert. Red alert. What is that all about? Those orange shirts and bead necklaces have things to do with neither your purple shirt nor your strange tattoo. This is not your territory, You don't belong here. Dangerous. Foes.
Except for her.
You're going on a quest with Piper and Leo. Before you leave, she comes to you. You thought that she changed her mind, and decided to join you. That would give you the opportunity to get to know her, and, to be close to her. Too bad, she just came to wish you good luck. She plans to leave, too, but to search for her boyfriend. You suddenly feel envy.
During the quest, you and Piper are getting closer and closer. She likes you, obviously, and maybe your care and kindness got her misunderstanding. And you like the girl too, you do, she's nice, but whenever she sits next to you, or whenever you hold her in your arms, you picture Annabeth. Yes, Annabeth. You imagine yourself holding her, laughing with her, kissing those full, inviting lips of hers. You imgine yourself light up the lightning in her eyes, as she sits in your lap, and you hide your face in her soft golden hair, take in your lungs that angelic scent. And it feels… the perfection, as your skin touch hers.
It doesn't make any sense, but those thoughts help you through the quest.
An owl is a bird, a bird belongs to the sky, stormy clouds also belong to the sky, and you're the son of Jupipter, the lord of the sky, so she is meant to be with you, right? Right? Sure, she's now Jackson's but…that can change? You can make it up to her. You can help her.
You come back, have almost of your memories back, discover the epic plan of Juno the Annoying Queen, the threat of Gaea the Dirt Face, and be a hero. You can't wait to see her, to tell her how you feel. But no, she has to be distant to you. Your eyes long for her, stare at her figure but whenever she looks back at you, there're just anger, doubt, hate and sadness filled in those beautiful gray eyes.
You're angry. What have you done wrong, except for just be? It's Juno's plan, not yours. It's not your fault that Jackson gone missing. It's not your fault when you're here, instead of him. Does she really think that you enjoy it more than she does? Stupid girl. So as to revenge, and to make her jealous, you start dating with Piper. Big mistake. She doesn't even care. Not at all. And you're there, useless, like a spider trapped in its own web.
The great ship, Argo II, is ready to bring you home. Your home is where she is. So you're glad when she agrees to come along. Percy Jackson is in Romans' Camp, also lost his memories. Maybe he doesn't remember her yet. Maybe you still have a chance, to change her way, to make her yours. And so does Leo, despite his machine-aholic attitude, feels the same way that you do. You can tell. His expressions and yours somehow are the same.
She continues to keep her distant. Her eyes long for a faraway figure, as if she never see you. A you you: A guy who desprately wants to give his love, his trust, his own self, to her. She never notice that.
And you're still dating with Piper.
An owl flies in the sky, its eyes reflect the waves of the water.
A peaceful night on the Argo II, the girls passed out early, Leo is busy in the engine room, and Coach Hedge is humming something on the quarterdeck. You were wandering around, not knowing what to do, when you sudden feel the urge to visit her cabin. "That's not wrong," you tell yourself. "She must be asleep by now. I just want to have a glance at her, to make sure she's ok, that doesn't make me a stalker." You think, so that you do. You sneak into her cabin. And 'just a glance at her'? Don't be ridiculous.
Her golden hair spread all over the pillow, around her face, like a halo. Her skin seems to glow under the dim light of the bronze lantern. Her eyelids are closed, let those long, delicate eyelashes shadow her beautiful cheeks. Her soft lips slightly part, make them look more irresistable.
Gods, Sleeping Beauty can just be this gorgeus.
You watch her sleep, counting every single breath of her. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. And slowly, you lean down, and brush your lips on hers.
She seems surprised, but then soon enough, she kisses you back, her fingers tangle in your hair. You smile, yes, it supposed to be this way. She's in your arms, kissing you, yourself kissing her, feeling her softness against you, taking in her incredible scent. It's wonderful. She's like a drug to you. You feel your soul fly up to the galaxy, be at one with the stars.
You pull away, look happily at her closed eyelids, at her dreamy smile. And that's when you fall to the Earth, so fast, so painful, but not so shocked, as she whispers, "Percy."
Your expression turns dark, and you surge out of her cabin, blinking those stupid tears out of your eyes. You won't cry, you hate crying, you hate water, especially salt water.
You don't break up with Piper. She's so nice, and the other girl doesn't love you. Not at all. And even though how painful it is, you keep rewinding the moment you steal a kiss from Annabeth in the back your mind, whenever you kiss Piper.
The day you reunite with your camp has arrived. The four of you walk through the forum of New Rome. Then two praetors walk to you. Reyna, and a guy with jet-black hair and sea green eyes. You recognize him from the photos back at CampHalf Blood.
Percy Jackson.
Oh, he's praetor now? Great.
"Please don't remember her, please don't remember her…" you pray, as you're watching the two of them looking at eachother. And of course, the god who answerd your pray is a huge jerk of disappointment.
They rush to eachother like two winds, their bodies entwine with eachother, as they pull eachother into a passionate kiss.
You're there, dazed, as something inside you crumbs into bits.
And it dawned to you, when you see the lightning, that you wanted so much to light up, glitter in her silvery eyes, as they lock with his sea green orbs.
An owl is a bird, a bird flies the sky, stormy clouds also fly in the sky. That's true.
But stormy clouds are rain, and rain is water. No matter what, rain will come back to the ocean, because that is where water belongs to. Stormy clouds never stay with the sky.
And the owl, it doesn't fly much. It only flies at night, and when the dawn about to come, it will return to its home. A nest. On a tree. By the lake.
Always.