I can't believe it has been seven years since I discovered my mom had died. I know it seems silly to actually mourn her death, but she was my mother. No matter what she had done, or what she didn't do. I say I hated her, and I really did. I suppose I still do. It seems like I can always find more reasons why she was a bad mother then good. I suppose it's because she always came home late at night, or early morning. And when she finally did come home, she was always drunk. Drunk or she would have some random guy with her. And sometimes, when she was really drunk, she would come to my room yelling. Calling me names I would never call a child. But I would just ignore it and fall asleep. I guess the drugs didn't help with the whole mother thing. I caught her once or twice, shooting up, or smoking stuff that wasn't a cigarette. Or maybe what made her a bad mother was the fact that she was never a mother. She always would pound me off to a nanny. At times, I think both, the nanny and I, thought we were the mother and daughter. I don't think my mother actually ever knew me. Sure she knew my name, but nothing else. She didn't know what my favorite color was, or what kind of grades I got. I think she only knew me as the mistake, or broken condom. What really made, and still makes, me so mad is the fact that she made me hate my father. She made me hate him because he never was there to save me from one of her drunk spells. He wasn't there to take away the bottle of Vodka, when she had too much already. And he wasn't there to be the parent to say that he loved me. I had to laugh through my tears. Here I am, on the beach, when it's below freezing, crying over my mom, who wasn't really a mom at all. Yet I'm crying over her, and she never once, not once, told me she loved me. How pathetic. Thinking how she never once told me she loved me, only made me some-what mad. Mad at the fact of how bad of a mother she really was. You are supposed to reflect on the good memories when a loved one passes, yet all I have are the bad ones. That makes me laugh again because; she was not a loved one of mine. With that I wiped away my tears, and looked at to the sea.
"Thalia?" I turned around to see Percy walking towards me.
"Yeah?" I asked, turning my head around to look towards the ocean.
"What are you doing out here? It has to be below freezing." I looked over at him; he was wearing some jeans and a Goode Swim Team Sweatshirt. I looked down at myself; I was wearing a black sweatshirt and some material shorts. My legs were a chalky white. Yep, I was defiantly cold.
"I don't know." I said. I didn't mention the fact that I was out here crying over my stupid mother. I don't even know why I['m risking hypothermia for my mom. And I don't know why I keep calling her mom; I think I will start calling her by her first name. Percy chuckled and sat down next to me.
"What's so funny?" I asked him turning to face him. He was looking out at the ocean.
"It's just the simple fact that you are out here, in the cold, wearing summer clothes." He turned his head to look at me, his smile whipped off his face.
"What's wrong?" Was it that obvious that I've been crying? I hope it's just a look I have on my face or something. I hate it when people see me cry, it's a sign of weakness.
"Nothing is wrong." I turned my head back to the ocean. Percy huffed and turned back to look at the ocean. We sat in silence for a long time. Finally Percy got up; I was silently hoping he would leave. Instead, he turned around and extended his hand.
"Do you want to go for a swim with me?" I looked at his hand. Wow he really is a Seaweed Brain.
"Do you honestly think that would be a smart thing to do?" I questioned. He put his arm back by his side.
"Going swimming?" He asked, clearly confused. I nodded.
"I'm in your father's domain. He could easily drown me. Just like if you are flying, you can easily get blasted." I stated the obvious. Percy just nodded and still kept looking at me.
"What?" I asked, annoyed.
"I'm just going to see how well being invincible works." What? He started walking towards me. Before I knew what he was doing, he scooped me up like a little kid. He then proceeded to walk over to the deck.
"Put me down, Jackson!" Boy, he was going to get it! He walked to the end o the deck. Then, what he did next was truly something he didn't think about, He threw me into the water, before jumping in himself. Oh how that water was cold. Now if sitting in that cold didn't give me hypothermia, this will. But once when Percy jumped in, the water turned rather warm.
"What the hell did you do that for!" Thunder started roaring. And I knew lightning was sure to come. And if it did, Percy would be a shush-ka-bob. I mean, getting zapped with lightning, in water, well you get the point.
"It looked like you needed to have some fun." He put his hands up in his defense.
"This wasn't the fun I needed. I matter of f-" I was cut off by his lips crashing into mine. Now, what happened next I am ashamed of? I kissed him back. He moved closer to me, crushing my body to his. He wrapped me in his embrace, and deepened the kiss. I should have broken it off. I should have pushed him away and zapped him. I mean could you imagine what Annabeth would say? Oh no, Annabeth. At that thought, I should have pushed away from Percy; instead I wrapped my legs around his waist.
Annabeth is your friend you shouldn't be doing this to her. The thought kept running through my mind, but I kept pushing it away. She had Luke, a matter of fact; Luke loved her, not me. Even though I would admit later that was in fact a lie. I was kissing Percy because I had feeling for him. It had nothing to do with Luke. But for now I was going to go with that. So I started kissing Percy more. When we broke apart for air, my legs we wrapped around his waist, and kiss arms were wrapped around my neck.
"We can't tell Annabeth about this." Percy said, gasping for air.
"Never, ever." I said in agreement. He kissed me again. Annabeth is my friend. I really should be stopping this. But that thought was pushed away. So that night, I thought about my mother, and I betrayed a friend.
So did you like it? Hate it? Let me know. I think Perlia, Percy and Thalia, are becoming one of my favorite couples. So let me know if I should write more for this pair. And sorry this is so OOC!