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PercyPOV

I was finally back on Earth. I still wasn't completely sure why I decided to go back to New York, but at the moment I don't care. I saw a glimpse of long blonde hair I would have thought belonged to Annabeth, but I didn't dare to hope. It had been seven years she could be anywhere in the world why would she stay in New York. I barely retested why was going on around me until someone stopped in front of me. I looked up and came face to face with the girl with the blonde hair. A girl with gray eyes. A girl I haven't seen in seven years thanks to a selfish decision. "Percy," she breathed. It wasn't my mind playing tricks on me. She remembered me after four long years she actually remembers me. She remembers me while I just stand here frozen. I needed to sat something.

"Um..hi," really Percy that's all you come up with. I then saw something I thought I would never see again. She smiled no matter how small of a smile it was she actually smiled at me.

"That all you could come up with seaweed brain?" She asked me using the old nickname she gave me. I can't even remember why I used to hate it. I had wanted to hear that voice say that name for four long years.

"I missed you," I finally managed to say. What she didn't know was that I missed so much it hurt. What she didn't know was that I think I love her.

AnnabethPOV

"Um..hi," Percy said. There were so many thoughts swimming around in my head I didn't register what I said until I said it.

"That all you could come up seaweed brain?" I asked. I was trying to figure out if I should have said that or not, but he just smiled. I missed that smile. It was such a simple thing to miss, but when you miss someone you find little things to miss as well. It looked like he was deep in thought after that so I just stood there quietly.

"I missed you," he finally said. I felt my heart well with joy. I missed him so much it would hurt if he forgot about me. Just then a look a realization passed over his face. It was

Iike he was just realizing or admitting something to himself.

"Do you want to come over to my apartment and talk some more?" I asked. I don't know why I asked him that all I knew was that I didn't want to end the conversation. No I didn't want him to leave. I just got him back I couldn't loose him.

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