I really wanted to do a Percy Jackson FANFIC. Hope you like it. I do.
Disclaimer: If I owned this series- I would not be writing this. I DO NOT OWN PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS NOR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS.
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The Last Olympian; Continued
For once, I didn't look back.
I was running down as fast as I could practically, but Annabeth was marginally faster. I probably never would have caught up to her if she hadn't stumbled slightly on a rock that was in her way.
I picked up speed, and tackled her, causing her to grip onto me as we rolled farther down.
"Gotcha." I said, stopping the tumbling and landing on top Annabeth. I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head on the grass.
The sky above Half-Blood Hill was clear, and I could feel the sunshine on the back of my neck. It was a perfect day. Like always.
Annabeth laughed and wriggled under my grasp, a huge smile on her face that I could tell matched mine.
She was so beautiful. Her hair was splayed out around her head like seaweed, and her stormy gray eyes looked up at me with such playful intensity that I almost lost it. Almost.
I realized I had been staring, and a blush played across her cheeks. Cute.
I let go of one of her wrists and stroked her cheek, watching in awe as my touch made the color of her cheeks darken. I should have known something was up when Annabeth's eyes got that scheming gleam in them, but, of course, I couldn't really think straight in this position.
Annabeth laughed suddenly and pushed me off to the side with her newly freed hand. I was flown off of her and starting rolling down the hill again, but not before I caught her in my arms.
She hung onto me again, and we tumbled the rest of the way down.
We finally crashed into a tree- Correction, I finally crashed into a tree- and we stopped abruptly. It didn't really hurt, nothing much did. Not after taking a dip in the Styx.
Once we stopped, Annabeth slapped me across my cheek, causing me to gape at her in surprise.
"How dare you, Seaweed brain!" She wailed at me, slapping me again, and grinning wider than I have ever seen her smile.
"Ow." I mumbled, rubbing my cheek. It didn't really hurt, but I knew if I didn't pretend it did, I would just get hit again.
Annabeth was sitting on my chest, and she leaned down and kissed my cheek. "Im sorry, I really am." She mumbled against my cheek.
I laughed and pulled her lips down to mine, kissing her for- what is it?- the fifth time? Her fingers twined into my hair, and my hands rested on her waist.
After a few seconds, she broke off and looked above my head, her eyes wideneing.
"Hi, Mom." She said, and then realizing the position we were in, hastily got up and pulled me to my feet.
I am so dead.
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