It wasn't until a month later that I finally worked up the courage to ask Percy what the status of "us was. And it wasn't that I was intimated by him if that's what you're thinking. Oh, Hades no. It's just I've had so much freaking rejection in my life with Luke and my dad and all, and I really didn't want that now. Not with Percy. Not when it felt like we were on the brisk of writing something permanent.
Anyways, it was exactly a month after Percy's birthday, September 18, and I was beginning to get desperate. I guess it was understandable, my first maybe anniversary in my hopefully first real relationship, but it made me feel overly girly, gushy, and just overly daughter of Aphrodite in general.
I went through my entire morning feeling disgusted with myself, but it would've been a poor morning anyway because Percy wasn't at breakfast (which, considering the circumstances, was also kind of a relief).
So I spent my time in between trainings was spent thinking up ways to consult Percy about my little on-going issue. And honestly, I think every couple had to have this conversation at some point. Maybe. Possibly. Oh, who am I kidding? I'm hopeless. None the less, I made a pact with myself to confront him.
But that idiot Seaweed Brain skived off lunch and archery too. Git.
By the time dinner rolled around, my panicked brain had come up with nothing better than," I'll just wing it".
I entered the dining hall alone, my arms wrapped around myself and my head trained down at my scuffed up old Converse. I probably looked like the picture of patheticness, but I felt so honestly alone in the world(also pathetic) that I did not care. Plus, something in the back of my mind told me that no one was going to notice a bummed out Daughter of Athena. It wasn't until I sat down at a completely empty Athena table that it hit me. The entire pavilion was totally vacant. Except for a very smiley Son of Poseidon on the other side of the room with a roughly drawn out sign taped to the side of his table reading:
HAPPY MONTH TOGETHER WISE GIRL!
Well, that solves that.
AN: Poorly written and honestly some of my worst work, I understand. But I had a couple people ask for a continuation and this came to me on the drive home from Florida in the middle of the night. Here it is. And as to my problem, it is solved(: although it didn't quite happen like this…
