Whirling Colors
Hai there! New Percabeth story that just popped up, so here we go!
For Tate, because Teddy ain't the one who gets all the dedications. *mmhmm*
Annabeth is a 22-year-old recent college graduate and freelance writer/barista who thinks all boys want is to get into someone's pants. Percy is the author of the bestselling Vector series who comes into Starbucks all the time to write, at the table right behind hers. Why he always there? And why won't her heart stop tap dancing when she sees his sea green eyes?
Annabeth's POV
My alarm screamed out with Bulletproof Love by Pierce the Veil. My eyes fluttered open as I sat up. I grabbed my glasses and stared at the mirror above my dresser across from my bed. I sighed and reluctantly hauled myself out of bed.
The music played on as I got ready for my day, shower, hair, makeup, etc. I tossed my blonde curls behind my shoulder as I smiled at the mirror.
Grabbing my purse, keys, and laptop, I scurried down the stairs. I hopped into my car and drove to Starbucks.
It was 5:30 AM, and Starbucks was mostly empty. Just the way I liked it.
I plopped into my signature booth, right at the corner. It was time for writing, so I pulled out my laptop and my headphones.
"Lara?" Haven looks at me with her puppy dog eyes. Their soft blue warmed my heart. Her eyes were one of the best things everyone loved about her. She must have gotten one of the good looking men, unlike me, who had green eyes and the same black hair our mother gave us.
"Yes?" I replied quietly. I ruffled her hair as she bit her lip.
"Can you tell me a bedtime story?" I was startled by this. I thought Haven never got bedtime stories. The dark scenery outside the train window whizzed part, highlighted by the moon.
"Why?" It never crossed my mind that maybe Haven was given a good childhood. Stupid me, always thinking of the worst.
"Because mother isn't here to give me any more bedtime stories."
"HELLO?" said Dan, the manager.
"Oh, hi Dan," I replied. Dan smiled and laughed.
"Always typing, always listening to music. Loud music, might I add. Well, you know your shift is in an hour," he said, leaning on the table next to mine. Dan is just another one of those boys, girlfriend or not. I averted my eyes back to the screen.
"I'm well aware."
"Of course Haven," I said, fighting back tears as I dug through the duffel bag full of my favorite books. Finally, I pulled out my favorite since I was a child. Whirling Colors.
"Dan, did you forget to walk, or did you suddenly turn lame?" I spat.
"Geez, okay. I should've known talking you would only lead to more of your cynical comebacks Miss Everyone-is-out-to-get-me," he said, going back to the counter.
I flipped open to page one, smiling at the familiar words. I looked back at the cover and remembered why it was so important. It was written by our mother.
I got up and came to the cashier, Leanne.
"Hey Leanne, usual please," I said, tossing my employee card and a 5 dollar bill. Then, he walked in.
He had slightly messy brown hair like he had just fallen out of bed. He was above average height and he had a crooked smile. His eyes were the most gorgeous Mediterranean Sea-green and Leanne was definitely swooning.
We, of course, had seen him before.
This was Percy Jackson, the writer of the "fantastic" and "tear-jerking" series Vector.
Erm, not the best ending.
I'll get things on the road soon. I hope you enjoyed!
~TKAN
Goddess of Poles, Wife of the Ghost King