I Don't Want to Lose You

I don't own PJO. I wish that I did own part of it though, just so I could work with Mr. Riordan and praise the ground he walks on. .......... I have an unhealthy obsession. Don't judge me.

Percy POV

Annabeth walked to me. I was standing, absentmindedly, on Half-Blood Hill.

"Hey, Seaweed Brain, whatcha doing over here?" she said her voice ringing in the echo of the empty camp.

"Nothing," I said. "Thinking, if you can believe that."

"No, I can't. Not really." I heard her laugh. Her laugh was amazing; it was like an unseen choir of angels singing directly to me.

"Well, I am." I looked at her with my sea green eyes.

Her blonde curls rippled down around her face like a golden river. It had gotten longer since we'd had our quest in the Labryinth. Her stormy gray eyes fixed on mine. Her expression was odd; she seemed happy, but she didn't seem her perky self lately. I guess she was still shocked from last years roll of events.

Let's recap:

1. It was getting so much closer to my 16th birthday.

2. We were about to go to war with the Titans.

3. I wished that I had not met Rachel Elizabeth Dare.

4. I wished that Annabeth had kissed me longer.

5. I wished that Rachel didn't make me feel so dang normal.

Now, all I could find myself thinking about was Rachel, Annabeth, and how I couldn't find the guts to say that I loved Annabeth and wanted Rachel to stop trying to take me under her dang spell. Everytime I tried to plan something with Annabeth - or rather thought about planning something with Annabeth - Rachel would come up and muck things up.

"Hey, Percy, whatcha thinking about?" Annabeth asked waking me from my thoughts.

"Nothing," I repeated to her.

"Come on, when you're out like this it must mean something." She inched closer to me. "What's wrong, Percy?"

"The fact you're calling me by my name," I said with a smile.

"Fine then, be that way, Seaweed Brain." She started to walk away when I grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

"Hey, don't leave."

It was around that time where it wasn't night and it wasn't day. There was a light coming from the setting sun and it bounced off the perfect blue sky.

"Why?" she asked.

"Well, because I don't want you to," I said as though it were obvious.

Her hand was still in mine, and when she realized it, she pulled back immediately.

"Why do you do that?" I asked abruptly.

"Do what?" she asked, hiding her face from me.

"Push me away all the time. Why can't you just...go along with it?"

"Because I know how it feels to be heartbroken. And I don't want that possiblity," she murmured. Her voice was soft, and she stared down at the grass of the hill.

"You think I'm going to hurt you, Annabeth? I would never!" I said.

"Yeah?! Well, what's with you and Rachel then? Are you guys "just friends"? 'Cause believe me you've told me and many other people that WE are just friends! I've seen the way that you look at her; it just makes me all the more certain that I don't want to lose you! To her or to anyone else."

"What are you talking about?"

"Do you think I'm actually stupid and that I don't know what island you went to after you blew Mount St. Helens all to hell?!"

"I don't think that you're stupid," I muttered. "I think that you're glorious and beautiful, Annabeth. And...and I love you. I love you so much, Annabeth."

I grabbed her hand and pushed her a little closer.

"Please don't do this. Don't touch me." She backed away and ran off towards the cabins.

And she didn't want me to break her heart.

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