I don't know where I go the idea of this. It was just one of those random things that pop up.
But, I really liked the idea and decided to go for it. How you enjoy it!
A is for Annabeth
There are many things that popped into Percy Jackson's head when he though of the daughter of the Athena.
Wise girl.
Smart-ass.
Architecture freak.
Bookworm.
Brave.
Amazing.
Athena.
Owl.
Annoying.
Interesting.
Girl.
Blonde.
Gray eyes.
Beautiful.
Beautiful was a new word. He thought of it when he had been having a conversation with her. There was nothing odd about the conversation. They were just talking about how the war was doing, a topic that had been popping up a lot lately. She had been twirling her hair, her gray eyes full of frustration, and her feet tapping to an unknown beat. Percy had taken a mental picture of her at that moment. The only word that came up was beautiful.
She was just beautiful.
Of course, Percy never told her about these thoughts. He didn't even understand why he had those thoughts. He didn't quite understand why his heart beat a little faster when she was around. She was just Annabeth. She was only a friend.
A very beautiful friend, though.
"Percy?"
Percy snapped out of his thoughts and looked sheepishly at Annabeth. She sighed. "Honestly, Seaweedbrain. You aren't helping. Do you think we should proced with that plan or go with another one?"
"That plan sounds fine," he said, adding the word pushy to his list of things that described his friend.
Annabeth rolled her gray eyes, no, beautiful gray eyes. "Oh, Percy Jackson."
Percy smiled. The word beautiful popped up into his head again. Well, he could live that. He could live with a beautiful friend.
R&R please!