AN: Sooo..uh hi! Haha, I have two other stories, but I'm super crazy busy. 4 nights of dance each week, Honors English (or, as Lia put it, Honnors English!) AP Geography, Spanish homework each night, etc. I just don't have enough time to do big stories like that so I'm doing tiny Song Fics. So, I promise to update at least once a week, maybe more. My next update will be tonight since the other chapter is already finished, I just don't feel like putting them both up right away. Note: There might be lots of Taylor Swift because she is the biggest hopeless romantic ever so yeah. Now, this will be a real short chapter, but my next one will be about 2 times it's size, maybe more.
She felt horrible. She was lonely. Sulking in her bedroom, thinking about what she did last December. She had dumped him because she had wanted more, only to realize a little too late that all she ever wanted was right there with him.
She went on a walk in Central Park. That always seemed to cheer her up. But then she saw him. The man who she loves. The one she left. The biggest mistake she's ever made.
"Annabeth!" he calls.
"Percy," she says, smiling.
They make small talk, work and the weather. They talk about Sally and Paul, then Percy asks her why she's in New York.
She doesn't know what to say. The truth is that she was hoping for days like this. She hopes everyday that he'll show up, and then she'll beg on her knees, asking for forgiveness. Now, that she sees him, she's terrified out of her mind. Luckily, she doesn't have to say anything right this moment. His phone rings, and he excuses himself.
"Hey, babe," he says into the receiver. Wait, babe?
He continues on the conversation, evidently he must have been running late on schedule. He hangs up, then turns his focus on her, her eyes full of questions.
"Who was that?" she asks.
"My fiancé, Carrie," he replies, not meeting her eyes.
"Oh," she replies, upset. She wonders if he just heard that huge rip of her heart breaking.
"Yeah, well, I have to go. You, Wise Girl, need to call me so we can catch up," he says with a smile. She tries, unsuccessfully, to smile back.
"Well, Seaweed Brain, we might just have to do that," she replies.
He waves, then walks off.
"I love you," she whispers, her voice lost in the wind.
She'd go back to December all the time.
AN: So, what do you think? Please review, favorite, or whatever.