A/N: I am back and created a new identity. I wonder if any of my old readers will figure me out.
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or the song by Tom Waits, "I Hope I Don't Fall In Love With You."
It started off like any other night. Swim, work, drinks with the boys, and then home to bed. Nico, Grover and I were sitting at our usual table and talking about typical guy stuff – sports, girls, work, girls, music, and girls. Grover has been in a steady relationship with Juniper since high school and Nico is that guy who never dates someone for more than two weeks. He says he likes to stay "dark and mysterious and keep the ladies guessing." And then there's me, Percy Jackson, the closet romantic but who has no idea how to talk to girls. It's like as soon as I see a female come within a 2 foot radius of me I start to sweat, stutter and generally feel like I am going to pass out.
Nico and Grover just left and I was about to follow suit when I saw her. Maybe the Fates are cruel because she was not alone. Of course, a girl like that would never be alone. She was with some dude with a big old nasty scar down his face. Her blond hair fell past her shoulders in princess curls (wait, did I just say 'princess curls?' I am such a sap) and she had a healthy glow to her skin. And I could tell by her sleeveless dress that she was also extremely fit. But what captured me the most was her eyes. Even across the bar I could see her eyes were alight with passion and intelligence. Uh oh, I am in trouble. As I look at her all I can think of is "Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you."
Any why is that? Oh yeah, cause falling in love just makes me blue. Well the music plays and you display your heart for me to see (you apparently love Tom Waits). I had a beer and how I wish you were calling out for me. And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.
Well the room is crowded, there are people everywhere and I am wondering, should I offer you a chair? But then I think "well if you sit down with this old clown, take that frown and break it, before the evening has gone away, I think that we could make it." And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.
I can see that you are lonesome just like me, and it being late, you'd like some company. Well I've had two; I look at you, and (Holy Zeus) you look back at me. The guy you're with has up and split, the chair next to you is free. But if I go over and talk to you, I hope that you don't fall in love with me.
Now its closing time, the music's fading out. Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout. Turn around to look at you; you're nowhere to be found. I search the place for your lost face; I'll have another round.
And I think that I just fell in love with you.