I was listening to a sad song when I wrote this, so it might be a bit mushy. anyway, enjoy!
Percy's perspective:
Annabeth and I have been going out for 1 year, 12 days, and 3 and a half hours (wow, I'm gay). Truthfully, it's been the best year of my life. Camp has been laid back
with no problems since the Titan war, which gave Annabeth and I time to focus on a relationship.
We were walking along Long Island Sound, holding hands. Every 2 minutes or so, Annabeth would stop suddenly to bend down and pick up a pretty shell. She would
scrutinize it with her piercing grey eyes, before deciding if it was worthy to be part of her collection. She had me carry a little bag for them, but I didn't mind. She said
they reminded her of me. I was enjoying myself just being next to the water. It felt like home, the smell of salt, and the sound of waves crashing on the shore.
Annabeth and I had spent the whole day on the beach, just by ourselves. The sun was beginning to set, causing the sky to change colors from blue to pink, pink to
yellow, and yellow to orange. We walked for a couple more minutes, and then sat down in the sand. I put my arm around her while we watched the waves and the
sunset. Nothing I did with her felt uncomfortable anymore. Everything came naturally, and felt right. She laid her head on my shoulder, and I admit, my heart skipped
a beat. Gods, she looked adorable, her long blonde hair spread out in delicate curls along her back. She was wearing her usual, a camp half blood tee-shirt and old
jeans, no makeup, and no jewelry.
She was stunning.
The sun was almost down, just a slither on the horizon, making the sky a deep crimson.
"It's beautiful," she murmured.
"Not as much as you" I voiced my thoughts. Oh man, that's embarrassing. My face turned almost as red as the sky, but she just laughed.
"You're getting better at this, sea weed brain."
I smiled and pulled her tight, kissing her forehead.
She tilted her head up, so our lips would touch. It was soft and sweet at first, but something happened. I don't know if it was the mood, or the color of the sky, or the
smoldering look she gave me, but I began to kiss her urgently. I got the feeling I had been waiting for this all day. I opened my mouth slightly, and her arms flew
around my neck. I laid back in the sand. Her hands were in my hair, her legs wrapped around my waist. We were really going at it now, our lips moving in sync. My
arms were around her waist, not daring to go lower. She gasped for breath and tightened her legs. She was on top of me now, our tongues battling with desperation. I
just wanted to keep getting closer, but that was pretty much impossible, considering the fact that our bodies were already pressed up against each other. The sun was
down now, the stars and moon giving us light. We broke apart, my forehead pressed against hers. I just looked into those eyes, and I knew that I loved her. I also
knew that I couldn't tell her, not yet. I laid my head back against the sand staring at the stars. We began exchanging stories of the constellations. I told her the story
of Perseus, (my name sake) and pointed to its place in the sky. She told me about Hercules, a famous demigod hero. I closed my eyes, and we sat there in silence, our
arms wrapped around each other for warmth. I don't remember how long it took, but we drifted off in each others' arms.
I want to do another chapter, so tell me if I should. R&R please!
