The only thing in this tiny drabble that I own is the poem. Enjoy. :)
Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Secret Desire
"Percy, what's wrong?" I asked as my love entered the house. He looked very annoyed and had an irritated glint in his sea green eyes. He did not respond. "Percy Jackson, if you don't tell me what's wrong, then-"
He dumped a paper in the trash bin. "It's nothing, Annabeth."
I simply glared at him, not buying his useless response. "What was that paper?"
"Paper? What paper?" Percy asked, trying to act clueless. "I don't know what you're-"
"The paper you dumped in the trash bin when you came in the living room," I clarified.
Percy sighed. "You don't have to worry about it, Annabeth. I promise; you don't want to find out. It's not worth it."
I rolled my eyes. "Percy, I want to know."
"Why?"
"Because I'm curious, Seaweed Brain. Duh," I retorted, grinning cheekily at him.
He laughed. I love the sound of his laugh. "Fine, Wise Girl," he said, reaching down into the trash bin to pick up the paper he dumped in earlier. "It's just a letter we got in the mail."
He handed the letter to me, staring at it with obvious dislike. I scoffed, opening one of them. After reading a few lines, I couldn t stop my eyes from widening in surprise.
"What the hell is this?"
Percy scowled. "You're upset. I knew you'd be upset. I told you that it wasn't worth it-"
"Wait," I interrupted, smiling. "This is really cheesy and corny, it s funny."
"You actually like it?" he exclaimed, surprised.
I laughed. "Sure I do. It's so ridiculous; I'll read it out loud."
Percy simply groaned.
Secret Desire
How I long to run my fingers through the spun gold that is your hair
But the flaxen beauty is not for me; I do not dare.
How beautiful in battle, knife silver and hair gold.
My secret desire, never to be told...
I ended up laughing loudly.
Percy frowned. "It's probably from some old demigod dork we met in camp years ago. Maybe from the Apollo cabin. He's stupid, that's what I know. He should know that you're already married to me. See, this letter's addressed to Annabeth Chase, not Annabeth Jackson!"
"Yes, and the poetry is just wrong," I added, tossing the paper aside and hugging Percy, "You could make better stuff. In the poem, it stated that my hair was gold and flaxen . Those two colors aren't the same. Flaxen is a few shades lighter."
"He must be color blind."
"Also, he said that I was beautiful in battle, knife silver and hair gold. Well, my knife isn't silver..."
"Yup, he's definitely color blind," Percy said haughtily, "Your knife is bronze!"
"Uh-huh. And, um, the last line states that his secret desire is never to be told. However, he practically just confessed to me," I finally said, laughing.
"Yeah, he's stupid alright."
I stared at him. "Why are you upset? You think I'd leave you and start loving some other Apollo guy because of sappy love poetry like this?"
"No, I just..." He pouted. Quite adorably. "Nobody's allowed to love you anymore. You're mine," he explained.
"Yes, I'm yours, Percy," I laughed, kissing him. "Now let's go sleep. It's getting late."
And we went to the bedroom, leaving the silly poem in the trash bin, where it truly belonged.
Author's Note: I typed this out in Microsoft Word during Computer class back at school. I know; it's random. Hope you enjoyed. R&R! :D
