Oh, yet another Percy Jackson story.
Like my other one, this one might be a bit OOC. And also, like, my other one, it's a Percy + Luke. :)
-Sadly, I do not own the Percy Jackson books. T.T-
Once a year, every year, there's a special dance at Camp Half-Blood.
It's a huge dance that's set at the bottom of Half-Blood Hill. Trees were decorated with paper lanterns and strings of rainbow colored lights, Nymphs made special flower arrangements and hung them in different places around the hill, and even the Ares cabin made (what they call) decorations. Everything looked great last time Percy had actually seen it; although, Grover and Annabeth insisted that it would look fifteen times better when the sun went down.
For the first time, in who knows how long, Percy was kind of excited for a dance. He wasn't sure who he was going to ask yet, though. Actually, he wasn't sure if he was going to ask anyone at all. He was kinda hoping that, maybe, someone would ask him to the dance. That someone being a certain blond from the Hermes cabin.
Sure, Percy would never admit that he wanted a guy to ask him out. He'd never even admit, not even to himself, that he felt so much like a girl it was ridiculous. But Luke was the only person he really wanted to go to the dance with.
The problem? Every other girl, and maybe even some other guys, all wanted to go to the dance with Luke. And how was he supposed to compete with girls? Especially if they were from the Aphrodite cabin or something. He was just plain old Percy. Short. Not muscular in anyway. Dimwitted. A "Seaweed Brain". And, on top of all that, a guy.
Luke would look at Percy for, maybe, a second, then he'd go about his day.
And, although Percy knows she's pretty, he never expected his blonde friend to skip up to him with the biggest smile on her face. Her cheeks were a bright red and her eyes shimmered with happiness. "Luke asked me to the dance!" Annabeth practically shouted at him. She was dancing in circles around Percy's cabin, while the dark-haired boy just sat on his bed and watched her. He never said anything to her about it, but he wasn't happy. He thought Luke liked him.
Why else would he give him a snowglobe? And kiss him? Why would Luke kiss him if he liked Annabeth?
Well, sure, technically, Percy kissed Luke. But still. Luke looked like he liked it.
"The dance doesn't start until nine," Grover told Percy, trying to give him some hope. Of course, Percy never told Grover that he wanted to go with Luke. The saytr just assumed that Percy was going after Annabeth. "Maybe you can talk her out of going with Luke or something."
But Percy knew it wouldn't do him any good to have both Annabeth and Luke mad at him. Maybe, if he was really lucky, something magical would happen and they would split before the dance started?
Fat chance.
Chiron had gathered everyone at the base of the hill about ten minutes before the dance was supposed to start to lay down some rules. No use of any kind of magic or weaponry, no cussing out other people, no fights, things like that. Not that Percy was really even listening...he had kept his eyes locked on the arm Luke had wrapped around Annabeth's waist and her giggling face. What made it worse was that no matter how many times he looked away, Percy would always find his gaze back on the two.
"Sucks, doesn't it?" a voice said from beside Percy, making him jump. Clarisse was standing next to him, clad in her usual t-shirt and shorts, with her arms folded across her chest and her gaze locked on the stage. For a second, Percy didn't even think she was talking to him. But then she looked over at him, her fiery eyes saying she was expecting an answer.
Percy nodded, not sure what he was agreeing too, then looked quickly up at Chiron, who was still discussing the rules. "Should've guessed you wouldn't really like rules at a dance, huh?"
She smacked his shoulder. "Idiot! You aren't even listening to what I'm saying," she said, grinding her teeth in irritation. "I'm talking about Luke and Annabeth." Her eyes then moved to the couple, the fire behind them intensifying slightly. "I should be the one dancing with him. Not her."
"Oh," was all Percy could say as he looked down at the ground.
She nodded, looking back at the smaller boy. "And I know you wanted to come here with Annabeth."
Percy's face lit up, to the point where Clarisse could see the reddish tint even in the dark, and he looked at her. "Where did you hear that?" he asked. Annabeth was just a friend. Everyone at Camp knew that. No one even thought of them as more...except, maybe, Grover.
"Goat boy was spreading the word. I wouldn't even be surprised if Annabeth knew." she said. Her eyes shifted from left to right, then she grabbed Percy's arm and pulled him out of the crowd.
He was scared. To the point where his legs weren't even moving; she was just dragging him along the ground. She could probably see the fear in his face, too, because she laughed when they stopped. "I've got a plan, but I'll need your help with it."
"You are asking for help from me?" Percy said. His fear had turned into shock, at this point, and all he could do was stare at the taller girl. "I don't know..."
Clarisse sighed and stomped her foot. "Listen, Jackson," she said, her eyes just slits on her face because she was glaring so hard. "I need you to help me break them up. We break them up, and I get Luke. We break them up, and you can have Annabeth to yourself."
He stood in silence for a moment or two, contemplating her offer. If they could break Luke and Annabeth up, he'd have a better chance at getting to the older male. But, then again, if they broke the two up, and they found out it was sabotage, Luke and Annabeth would both hate Percy forever. If they did break them up, though, maybe he could get to Luke before Clarisse. But then there's that problem, too. He'd have to compete with Clarisse.
The dark-haired boy inhaled and exhaled loudly, then he nodded. "Alright, I'll help. What do I do?"
Clarisse smiled deviously and pulled him closer by the arm, to whisper her plan in his ear.
Percy began to shiver. It wasn't cold out, no, but the plan Clarisse came up with was anything but good.
He was supposed to wait until it was a half an hour into the dance, then he was supposed to go and ask Annabeth if she would dance with him. "She won't agree to that easily," Percy informed Clarisse. And it was true; he would go up to her and she would hiss, "Get lost!". Then the plan would go down the drain. But Clarisse insisted on Percy sweet talking Annabeth away.
After that, all he got was "I'll handle the rest while you dance with her. Away from Luke".
What's all that supposed to mean? Especially considering Percy's probably the worst dancer ever. He'd end up tripping her after he got her five feet away from Luke. Then she'd go back to him and Clarisse would be mad and probably break him in half.
You gotta think positive, Percy, he thought to himself. He pinched the bridge of his nose and his eyes snapped shut as he took another deep breath. He was about to take a step into the crowd when he remembered; Annabeth is a daughter of Athena. The Godess of Wisdom. Annabeth would have him figured out in a second if he wasn't careful. But even Annabeth has to get tricked at some point. And the best time to get her is probably when Luke's around.
"Go!" Clarisse hissed from somewhere behind him. He quickly jumped up and into the crowd, like an abused dog hearing its owner come home, and made his way toward Annabeth and Luke.
When Percy made it to the dancing couple, he nervously tapped Luke on the shoulder. The blond turned, his already upturned lips stretching even farther across his face, and nodded toward the younger boy. "Percy!" he said happily, not stopping his dancing with Annabeth. "I didn't think you were coming," he said, spinning around.
"Yeah, well," Percy shrugged. He pointed to Annabeth's back and made a dancing gesture, which confused Luke a bit. "May I...?" he asked, unsure if going through with this plan was a good thing.
But Luke nodded and pulled away from Annabeth. "I'll go get the three of us something to drink, alright?"
Annabeth nodded, a smile on her face, and started to dance with Percy. When Luke was out of sight, her smile turned to a defiant pout. "What do you want, Seaweed Brain?"
"I-I just wanted to dance," Percy lied, starting to move away from the spot they were in. Annabeth was too upset with him to notice the shift in his step (which, his awful dancing really came in handy now). He kept looking around nervously, watching for any sign of Luke or Clarisse, as Annabeth talked and talked about how wrong it is to disrupt a dancing couple.
They kept spinning and spinning, going in circles around the crowd, until they got close to where Luke and Clarisse were standing. Percy's green eyes fell onto Luke, and his ears un-intentionally perked up to listen to the conversation being held between the two. He almost wish he hadn't ever looked; the only thing Percy needed was to hear Clarisse say "Percy's trying to break you guys up" and to see Luke's gaze turn and focus on him.
Percy let go of Annabeth and started running for the beach.
So...this was only supposed to be a oneshot, but I decided on a twoshot.
Also a bad place to leave off, I know, but I'm evil. X3
Sorry for the OOC-ness or confusion...but if you read my other story "Settled" then you know what I'm talking about when I'm talking about Percy and Luke kissing in the beginning. ^^
Reviews of any kind are welcome, so long as they're not too mean! :)
