I came across this poem in awesomest one's profile. So thought I'd do a series of one-shots on this. Complete Ooc and AU.
Chapter 1: I'm sorry that I bought you roses, to tell you that I like you.
As I trudged down the steps, gradually escaping the one place where I can ignore the voices in my head that keep yelling at me 'Just tell her already you idiot.'
Its not like I don't want to do it but its more like what will she do, I argue with myself over and over again.
I fight with myself everyday over the same issue- should I confess to Annabeth Chase that I like her.
We have always been friends. Best friends. I've seen her through every phase of her life- happy, excited, proud, confused, upset, depressed and even *gulp* horny.
We've been friends from the moment we met each other. Today at 20, after nearly 18 years of crushing on the same girl, I still look at myself in the mirror and ask- "Why haven't I done it till now?"
I was always with her when she needed a shoulder to cry on. I was there when she needed a hug to convince herself that she wasn't unwanted. I was there to prove her wrong when she thought family was just a word, nothing more. I was there to punch the daylights out of the most popular guy in school when he in school rejected her and tried to make fun of her innocent crush on him. I was there standing under her window with a cake when no one remembered her birthday. I was always her best friend even when we fought. I never left her side and I swear I never will.
Snapping out of the flashbacks I was getting I knew our relationship had to mean something more than just friends.
Today, on Valentine's Day, I made a decision to tell her, to show her what I've felt almost throughout my life.
But how?
I roamed through the streets inspecting everything, looking for inspiration but nothing came to my mind.
Dejected, I walked into the central park and sat down on a bench which was unoccupied. I tried not to notice couples who were looking at each other with loving eyes. But no matter how hard I tried I couldn't stop the jealousy creeping into me, filling every inch of my body. I brought out my cell phone to keep my mind of my surroundings but the picture on the home screen brought another pang of longing in my heart.
It was a picture of the two of us. Faces squashed together, grinning like idiots at the camera, looking almost like a couple. Almost.
The one thing I had hoped would take my mind off the current situation failed me and I frustration overwhelmed me. I gripped my phone tighter and prepared to throw it as far away as I could. I raised my head and suddenly stopped.
Right in front of me, a boy went down on his knees and raised a bouquet of roses offering them to a girl. I read his lips which formed the words 'Be my Valentine' elegantly. The girl giggled and, with blush covering every inch of her face, nodded.
I stared at the couple and watched as the boy stood up and kissed the girl.
No way. This couldn't be so darn easy. Impossible.
But the girl put her arms around his neck and kissed back.
Possible?
Why not?
I sat there in confusion. How the heck did confessing become so easy?
I took a deep breath and got up looking at the picture on my phone once more, trying to find the necessary courage.
"Hey Percy. What's up?"
After staring at the same number for an hour my ADHD kicked in and I almost involuntarily pressed the call button.
After a few rings Annabeth had answered my phone.
"Y-Yeah. How are you?" Are you stupid or something, I asked myself.
"Perfectly fine."
"Well…that's nice." Your idiocy is reaching new heights, congrats.
"So…"
"So what?"
"Why'd you call stupid?" I could sense that she was starting to get irritated.
"Oh yeah… I-I was wond-wondering if you were d-doing anything righ-right now." Real smooth.
"Nope. Nothing important anyway."
"D-Do you mind meeting m- me?"
I shut my eyes at that and held my breath, waiting for the rejection but hoping I'd be proven wrong. I was preparing to press the end button but-
"Sure. Meet in The Café in an hour"
"Cool." And she cut the phone.
"So why'd you call me here."
We were sitting in the café across each other.
I hesitantly pulled out the bouquet of red roses I had bought for her and held them in front of her.
She eyed the roses critically and then looked at me puzzled.
"Um…Happy Valentine's day?"
What meant to be a statement, a confession, sounded like a question even to me. I mentally made a point to kick myself after the whole ordeal.
Realization crossed her face and she looked confused and………guilty?
No. This shouldn't be happening.
She should be happy and give me her perfect smile.
Anything but this.
She took the roses from me and hope crept into my heart.
She put the roses on the chair besides her and took a deep breath to say something to me. But before a single word could escape her lips we heard a voice behind us-
"ANNABETH!"
I turned around to face Luke Castellan.
He ran up to Annabeth completely ignoring me and pulled out a diamond necklace. Of course, the moronic rich brat.
I turned my attention towards Annabeth who was…smiling?
I felt like someone had just hammered my heart, breaking it into pieces. What surprised me was that the people around me didn't hear a sound. [AN: Cliché. I know, sorry]
He put it around her neck and kissed her.
She kissed him back breaking my already shattered heart.
"Want to go get dinner?" He asked her.
"Sure." She said.
With that they both grasped each other's hands and walked out of the café without a second glance at me.
I bored my eyes into my best friend's back hoping she'd at least turn around and say sorry. Maybe I'll feel better.
She doesn't.
I willed the tears to stay within me. I wouldn't cry. I can't.
I got up and noticed my bouquet lying on the seat next to where Annabeth sat.
Die, I told it, just like I did right now.
I walked back to my personal sanctuary, my home and as soon as I closed the door behind me I collapsed on the floor.
I brought my hands to my face, but just before they reached my eyes a thought crossed my mind- my promise to kick myself after the whole ordeal.
I chuckled a bit before breaking down.
I'm really sorry for making Annabeth materialistic and a bitch. Sorry again. I'll change the name of the girl if you want me to.
I know its not good enough but anyway…
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