Third. Song: Airplanes.
Time: 3:01.
The blanket scratched my skin, and my hair was blown all around me, from the strong, but comfortable wind. Me and Percy looked up at the millions of stars, and I pointed out every constellation I knew.
"Oh, wow!" Percy said, awe-filled. "Look, Annabeth, a shooting star!"
I stared in wonder at the sky. "Make a wish." I said. He closed his eyes and mouthed something.
"What did you wish for?" I asked when he opened them again.
"If I told you, It won't come true."
"Maybe this will change your mind." I said, and kissed him. He smiled as I pulled away.
"So, what did you wish for?" I asked again.
"It already came true." He whispered. I grinned, and kissed him again.
Totally cliche, I know. But hey, it's my life. I can do what I want. I just hoped he never found out that the 'shooting star' was really an airplane. Secretly, I think he knew, but was pretending.
Okay, I kind of rushed the end, Yeah, I know. Okay, well... Yeah. Third!