I'm not the best at romance, becaue I tend to get carried away, so sorry. I don't know if this is way too fluffy or not, but give it a try, please! Oh, if you're reading because you think Jason's here...He's ah...busy...MWAHAHAHA!
Bet I just set a really romantic mood with that laugh, huh?
~Lucky
July 5, Twelve years old
It was the night after the Fourth Of July, and Percy was on his way back to his cabin from the campfire when he felt someone fall in step with him.
"Hey," The blond said, "Why were you late for the campfire?"
"None of your buisness," Percy muttered.
Of course, Annabeth, being a genius, figured it out.
"Seriously?" She laughed, "Again? I swear, Percy, one day you'll get that sword stuck and won't be able to get it out."
"It comes back to me."
She rolled her eyes. "But it takes a lot longer when it's stuck in a wall."
He couldn't argue with that. It had taken about half an hour to return to him, making him late for the campfire because he didn't want to leave his cabin without it.
"You know," Said Annabeth, quieter this time, "The next time your sword gets stuck, don't wait for it to come back. If you want, I'd lend you mine. I prefer my knife anyway."
Percy raised an eyebrow. "What happened to 'you destroy everything you touch'?"
Annabeth laughed. "Your life is more important than a sword, Seaweed Brain. Now that your protector's gone, you're gonna need me a lot more often."
Percy smiled. "Alright. I'll consider that next time my sword gets stuck. But I can take care of myself."
"Maybe so," She said, "But one day, your going to need help. And when that day comes, I'll have your back. You can count on that."
She flashed him a smile and a quick, "Night!"
Then she jogged off to her cabin.