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Percy and Annabeth

"Percy, I think… I think we should stop seeing each other."

I ate my crab.

"Percy… are you listening?"

I drunk my beer.

"Percy? I'm… I… I think it's you, not me."

I put down my napkin. "Pardon?"

Annabeth looked happy to see me speak. "I don't think this is working."

I put down my fork. "What? The restaurant? Do you want to order again?"
She shook her head. "No, Percy, I'm dumping you."

I picked my fork up again and ate my stupid crab. "Why?"

She shook her head. "We're not going anywhere, are we?"

I shook my head. "No! No, we are going somewhere."

"Are you sure?"

I raised my hands in exasperation. "Yeah! Why do you think I was going to propose?!"

Annabeth blanched. "You were… what?"

I shrugged. "Oh well, doesn't matter now. I'll just eat my crab." I ate my crab.

Annabeth started to cry. "Don't you care?"

I wiped sauce from my mouth. "I care."

"What the fuck? You're eating your crab! You'd rather marry that!"

I looked up. "That's unfair, and you know it."

Annabeth calmed down.

"The crab is the size of the ring. It would be silly."

Annabeth looked up angrily. "This is what I'm talking about!"

I was obviously not going to be eating happily tonight.

"Please, Annabeth, enlighten me."

"All you care about is your stupid swimming award!"

I shrugged. "It was national!"

"It was national," she agreed. "For the under 12s!"

"Well, the 20s and over is hard, you know, I'm building up!"

"By beating kids!"

"If I have to," I shrugged.

Annabeth shook her head. "Percy… we want different things, this can't have lasted, you must have known that?"

I sat up. "Did we come here to eat?"

"Yes."

"How are we different?"

"You are a prick, and I have a career!"

I shook my head. "You teach kids to paint with their fingers. I could do that!" I started painting with my fingers on the napkin. She was a fucking kindercarton teacher. It didn't take any work.

"Stop Percy." She told me, as I 'painted' her napkin.

I put on a high voice. "Thanks Miss Chase! You taught me to paint with my fucking fingers! You're so smart!"

"Percy!"

I sat back. "Yes?" I replied politely.

"What's wrong with you?" She asked me.

I pretended to think. "Maybe my crab is too spicy, no, that's not it. How about my girlfriend is with another guy? No… that's silly, oh, I have it, maybe it's because my swimming award is for the under 12s!"

Annabeth rested her head in her hand. "This is not going well."

"No," I took her hand. "No, it's great. Look, here comes the ring," I pointed at the waiter (with a band in tow) carrying the box on a platter.

I smiled. "See? Yay, I can get dumped on my knee!"

Annabeth looked sorry, but her face hardened.

I took the ring off the platter, stood and opened it. "Annabeth… will you fuck off with another guy? Please?"

The waiter sensed danger and took my arm.

"Sir, maybe you should-"

I pushed him away. "Don't tell me what to do, plate jockey!"

Annabeth stood, her dress rustling. "You weren't even going to get on your knee?"

I looked at her, mouth open, before nodding, looking at the waiter ("She wants me to get on my knee"), so I did.

"Happy?" I asked. "You get to look down on me? You missed it, haven't you? All those small kids you can dominate and teach to vandalise in Kindercaten-"

"It's Kindergarten, you prick!" She shouted.

I got on both my knees and pretended to be a kid. "Miss, that was a naughty word!"

Did it help? Probably not, but I was a bit angry.

Annabeth made to slap me, but she held back and started to walk off.

I stood up and threw the ring back on the platter.

"Why don't you flog that?" I told the waiter.

I sat down, and ate my crab, before standing up again.

"Hey, Annabeth!" I ran after her, realising what I'd just done. I had to fix this.

I caught up with her, grabbing her arm.

"Get off me Perseus!" she shouted.

I spun her around, looking at her seriously.

"Annabeth… look, you forgot the keys." I held up the car keys.

She looked at me. "You're just going to let me go?"

I shook me head. "Whatever."

She stared at me. "I'm just 'whatever'?"

I shrugged. "Make sure you turn the radio up. That way you won't hear me get mugged as I walk the dark streets."

She scowled. "Bye, Perseus. I'll move your stuff."

She walked to the car.

I cupped my mouth. "I bet you already got them all packed up!"

She looked back at me.

"You know it would be safer for you to walk home?" I shouted. "I mean, no-one would dare to attack a troll like you!"

"Fuck you Jackson!" She shouted, before getting in and driving off.

I pretended I couldn't hear as she drove past me. "Sorry? I don't speak stupid!" I shouted.

I looked around at the dark streets. "Fuck this." I pulled out my cellphone to call my one constant.

My best friend Grover.

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