I do not own Percy Jackson or the song 'blue jeans' by the lovely Lana Del Rey.
The air is cold and it's raining, dark grey clouds hang low over the city. But this is not what has Annabeth rooted to the ground. She can't move from the spot as she stands in the window of the diner staring. Because what she sees is utterly shocking, because he is there. And she thought he had died or something years ago, when she last saw him, at that old run down motel when they were both trying to just get away.
It had been five years since she had seen him. He was something out of a rock 'n' roll video, the first time she met him she had called him James Dean. His blue jeans were rolled up around the ankles, revealing his white converse and the sleeves of his white shirt were pushed up, making it seem like he was wearing a singlet.
"The name's Percy."
She takes a few dizzying steps toward the door and pushes against the glass. A gust of wind propels her inside the quaint diner. She follows the boy, Percy, with her eyes as she sits down in a booth. Her eyes start to sting.
"I need to leave, start my life over."
A cough yanks her out of her memory and when she looks up she is staring into the deep green eyes of Percy. There is no recognition in his eyes. Annabeth has the sudden urge to cry but she holds it back and orders a coke.
"No please, stay here, we don't need money, we can make it all work."
Annabeth pulls out a pen form her purse and starts to write a message on a napkin. The message is short. I fact it was the shortest explanation Annabeth had ever written down. She feels ashamed, being a coward and not facing him but as she remembers him saying five years ago as they were swimming around in the blue pool.
"Love is mean and love hurts."
Percy comes back, coke in hand. Instead of staying Annabeth stands, tears now streaming freely down her face. She places money and the folded up napkin in his hand.
"Please, dear God, say you remember."
He stares at her, his mind coming up with possible explanations, but none of them coming back to her. She stands for a few seconds and then leaves, not sure if she feels better or worse.
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Percy carefully unfolds the napkin, wondering what the beautiful girl with tears streaming down her face meant.
Percy,
"I will love you 'til the end of time,
I would wait a million years,
Promise you'll remember that you're mine."
Love,
Annabeth.
Percy doesn't move for what seems like a long time as his brain wracks itself for answers that are seemingly impossible to grasp. He tosses around the name 'Annabeth' in his head.
Annabeth.
Then, suddenly, he remembers, North Hurst Motel.
"No matter what you do, I'll be by your side."
Money falls to the floor as he spins on his heel and sprints out of his diner. Plunging into the crowd of bodies he searches for blonde. He shoves and shoves at bodies. People yell and he yells back.
"Annabeth," he yells. "I remember."
"I love you better than those boys before."
No one stops. No one listens. No one hears. And Percy can't help but feel, as he stands there in the busy streets of New York that he has lost everything.
Please review, tell me if I need to work on anything, (I probably have a lot to work on,) and let me know if I should continue or not, xo.