I don't know what to do. I don't know what to say. For once in my life I'm rendered totally speechless. Percy Jackson (my boyfriend) has been missing for nearly a year now, and suddenly here he is, right in front of me, with a million on-edge Romans crowding around him.
He's standing there in all his son of Poseidon glory, his green eyes sparkling and his dark hair as messy/perfect as ever. He's dressed in the robes of a Roman praetor which has a part of my mind boggling, but all I can really focus on is that he's here. He's here.
"Annabeth?" he says, his eyes wide. Since I'm still speechless, all I can get out is an animalistic sound-something between a gasp, a moan, and his name. Before I know what is happening Percy's arms are encircling my waist and his warm, minty breath is blasting me in the face as he leans in for a kiss. That's when I get my voice back.
"Perseus Jackson, you jerk!" I shout, pushing him away from me. He has a startled expression on his face- like he thinks I've finally lost it-and the Roman demi-gods have their hands on there weapons, because there not sure if they can trust me yet.
"For the last eight months I've been searching for you, working my butt off thinking I'd have to save you from some horrible circumstance, and what do I find?! That you were lounging around the entire time, eating Roman food and telling other praetors about your adventures! I was worried sick, I had no clue where you were or if you were alright, the least you could've done was-"
Percy silences my ranting with a gentle kiss. "I missed you too, Wise Girl," he whispers, tucking a blond curl behind my ear. I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face in his shoulder, breathing in the salty-sea-air scent wafting off his clothes. I forget about the antsy Romans that were with Percy, and I forget about my Greek friends on the Argo. For a moment I just let everything slip, and I let loose the tears that had been stinging my eyes.
I think I have enough tears to fill the Pacific Ocean.