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Disclaimer: If I owned the Percy Jackson series, I wouldn't be writing on here now would I?

When I was 12, I met a boy.

His name was Percy Jackson.

He was clueless, let alone stupid.

But he was cute and delightful.

We grew into each other, getting under each other's skin.

By 16, I thought he was hot, still clueless, but strategic when he needed to be.

And that was the problem.

He was too close to me.

He acted like a boyfriend at times, asking and asking for me to kiss him. But only a few moments, when he actually deserved it, would he get his wish.

But like a brother too, always comforting and there for me. He always protected me from danger.

It was all too much.

Two weeks ago, I was at the beach. Percy came and sat beside me. Then he told me the most touching thing ever.

"I love you."

I was scared, because he looked me right in the eye.

And that's where my plan was destroyed.

By fear, of love.

I got up, and ran.

Before getting in my car, I looked back at Percy.

I nearly died by his expression.

I drove, as fast as the speed limit would allow.

I needed to get away, but the tugging in the pit of my stomach was getting worse and worse because of how far I was away from Camp Half-Blood.

Then I imagined Percy.

His face, swollen from crying. His hurt expression, never once leaving his face. He was probably throwing stuff around in his room or battling out with Nico.

All because of me.

I hated myself for what I was doing to Percy.

Then, I was hit.

The car smashing into the side of mine, pushing me sideways.

Then everything went black.

And it's stayed that way for two weeks. ***A/N: Isn't it amazing she only got her eyes messed up, not even covered with bruises or scratches?***

I couldn't see, so the doctors had to put me to eye surgery.

Did I mention that doctors are really good?

I could see clearly, but they wanted me to adjust to the light, so I had to wear a blindfold.

So I was driven back to camp, my home, or at least, what felt like home.

I was greeted with a big hug from all my siblings and my friends.

And then a big hand grabs my hand, and leads me to my cabin.

The person set my bag down, and pulled me into a big bear hug. Okay, so it was a guy.

Then he whispered into my ear "You had me worried sick, Wise girl."

I gasped; it was my best friend in the whole wide world.

Percy.

I reached for my blindfold, but Percy stopped me. "Percy, I'm ready." He removed his hand from mine, and I pulled the blindfold off.

I was shocked at Percy's appearance, because he had who knows how many bags under his eyes.

It was a little weird, because I half expected him to have a 5 o'clock shadow, but that would be horrible.

He smiled at me and hugged me again, except me fully returning it.

Then I leaned in to kiss him on the cheek.

But of course he turns, and it lands on his mouth. Both our eyes widen, but his soon closed, returning his kiss.

I close mine, wrapping my eyes around his neck, as he copies my actions with my waist.

We soon had to breathe, but we were smiling like lunatics.

We sat down on my bed, but I soon crashed my lips against his, making us leaning back on the bed.

Through the kiss, I whispered "I love you, Percy."

I pulled away, clearly shocked at what I just said, but Percy was smiling like an idiot.

"What?"

He pulled in to hear him whisper "Good, I was beginning to get scared."

And it was true, I did love him, I just didn't realize it.

Percy Jackson was my best friend, my buddy throughout the years, and now my boyfriend.

Yay! My second story! I was listening to "Say Hey! I love you!" at the end, so it was a little cheesy. I didn't actually intend for this story to be romance, it was actually going to be tragic and hurt/comfort. But oh well, it turned out ok. Hope you liked it!