This is my first Percabeth story. I LOVE Percabeth. It's the best ship in the whole PJO series. Just thought I'd say that. This is kind of a drabble, I suppose.
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I looked at the girl beside me and she caught me staring. She smiled, leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. She was beautiful, and pretty smart, but she wasn't who I wished she was. Her hair wasn't blonde and curly but red and straight. Her mother didn't hate my father and she didn't call me Seaweed Brain. She wasn't into architecture, she was into painting. And she didn't love me, she only thought she did. And I knew it.
This girl got a thrill out of being with me, and she didn't try to hide it. I didn't have to hide my thrill. I barely felt any. The only reason I hung out with her was because she was mortal, and I needed a break from my demigod problems. She didn't understand, but she listened.
I tried not to make any attempt to show affection. I talked to her only when I needed to, but unfortunately that was pretty often. Whenever I tried to put some distance between us, I saw her face fall ever so slightly and heard her voice drip with sadness and confusion. I felt so guilty that I usually ended up asking her out to make up for hurting her. I was angry at myself for making her upset, but I was angrier when I made her happy.
I just couldn't win.
Aphrodite did a damn good job making things hard for me. I was so confused most of the time, and the only person I knew of who could make that confusion disappear was way out in San Francisco. And I missed her. A lot. So much so that it was driving me crazy. I talked to her everyday, and everyday she would ask, "Have you hung out with her lately?"
Whenever I said yes, she would get mad. Whenever I said no, she would get upset because she knew I was lying. I tried to explain myself, but I couldn't without saying something I knew I'd regret. That something would probably send Athena on the warpath.
Today I was going insane. I needed to hear her voice. I needed some sort of salvation. I needed to get away from the red-head beside me or I would explode with anger. But I couldn't do that. I just couldn't. Her pain would haunt me until I apologized and was back where I started.
I needed an escape from this endless circle. It would be the death of me. So when I got home from my date, I wiped the taste of her mouth off my lips and flopped on my bed. And just when I thought I knew what to do, just when I thought I knew a way out of this, the phone rang. I winced, but I picked it up, knowing exactly who it was.
"Hello?"
"Hey Percy, it's me."
And so it began again, the confusion, the needs, the hatred, the love, and the anger. Until this war was over, I was stuck between the girl who thought she needed to be with me and the girl I needed to be with. It was ridiculous, the way this was playing out. Sooner or later I'd have to choose.
Even though I knew what choice I'd make, it didn't make this any easier.