Hey guys, I'm back! Sorry that I have not posted as quickly as I probably should have, but I was really busy this week. I will probably update a new chapter by next Monday if not sooner! This chapter has a bit of Percabeth fluff and is definitely rated T! Enjoy, and please review!
Disclaimer: I do not own the percy jackson series, and none of the characters are mine. The only thing that I On my way! is the plot line of this story.
Chapter 3 percy POV
After Annabeth blacked out I carried her up the stairs, to one of the five bedrooms. She feels limp in my arms, peaceful yet also vulnerable.
As I reach the entrance to the bedroom, I push the cream coloured door open. The room is a light grey colour, with a four poster queen bed on the wall opposite to the door. The wall on the left has a wooden dresser, on each end, and in the middle is a cream coloured window seat with a soft purple cushion, and above it is a large window. The room is over looking a forest, dense and thick, with winding trees twisting making it into a dark dreary place. On the right side of the wall, is an armoire and a door, leading to a bathroom, and on the wall facing the bed is a mass of shelves, filled with books of every shape and size.
For some reason I think that Annabeth would like this room. She doesn't seem like the flashy gaudy type of girl. She is more of a quiet, observant girl, who is smart yet also humble about her intelligence.
I set Annabeth down onto the bed, tucking her in, so that her head is just popping up from the mass of sheets and pillows. I watch her, wondering if I should lay down next to her. The bed does look pretty comfortable, and then I would know when she wakes up.
No, I am not going to lie down in the bed. I brush a stray curl from her face, tucking it behind her ear. She has small owl shaped earrings in, with a small diamond at the bottom.
Her hair is starting to frizz up, yet she still manages to pull it off. Damn, that girl can always find a way to look sexy.
Finally, after what seems like hours, I stand up from the bed, wishing that I still had Annabeth's comforting presence. But, no that could never happen, Annabeth and I could never be together. We are two different people from two different worlds, and it would never work out between us.
I feel bad that Annabeth has to be kept prisoner with me forever. Well, maybe not forever, but for a long time. I shouldn't be sorry, but I am. I shake my head, wishing that I could get rid of my feelings. Emotions are what make you weak, they allow people to play with you, to toy with you, and leave you scarred both physically and internally. No, I can never have feelings for Annabeth, she will just hurt me, like everyone else that I care about.
I snap out of my thoughts, and make my way to the door. Just as I place my hand on the knob I hear giggling.
At first it's quiet, so quiet that I almost don't hear it. But then it gets louder, and louder, until it turns into full on laughing.
I spin around, and see Annabeth, fully awake, and laughing like someone just told her the funniest joke in the world. For a second I wonder why she is laughing, then I remember. When I brought Annabeth to my car, I drugged her, so that she would stay unconscious. But sometimes the drug has side affects, making the user delirious, or a little bit crazy. It makes them say things that they don't mean, and the result is never very good.
I turn to Annabeth, who has, during her laugh attack, messed up all of the blankets and cushions on the bed, making a mountain in the centre of the bed. I smirk at her, knowing that whatever she says next will embarrass her.
I sit on the edge of the bed, hoping that Annabeth will calm down.
"Annabeth, what's so funny?" I ask knowing that when this wears off she is definitely going to regret the answer. She pauses, thinking about it. Then she smiles and says,
"You!" And goes into hysterics.
I shake my head, wondering what I did. Sighing, I face Annabeth, whose hair is now a frizzy mess.
"And what about me is so funny?" I ask rolling my eyes. Seriously, what is with this girl?
She sighs, brushing her hair out of her face, pulling it back into a sort of ponytail.
"Everything about you! The way your goofy and sexy, and the way you make me want to do this!" What happened next is something that no one could ever have predicted.
Annabeth grabbed the collar of my shirt, crashing her lips into mine. Her hands found themselves from my collar, into my hair, and she was twisting strands of it through her fingers.
Before I know what I am doing, I grab her waist, pulling her onto my lap. We kiss each other, our gentle kisses turning into a heated make out session. I bite down on her lip gently, and I hear a small groan escape her lips. I smile into the kiss. She slides her tongue across my lips, asking for access, but then I realize what I am doing. I push Annabeth away, realization washing over me.
Annabeth pouts, and leans in to kiss my lips, but I push her away, not letting her get to me again.
"Percy, come here now!" Annabeth sulks. I shake my head, knowing she doesn't want this. I don't understand, Annabeth wants me, why am I not taking advantage of this.
"No, you don't really want this. Go to sleep, and when you wake up, I won't be there, and you will be glad." I stand up from the bed, and am about to leave, when I look at Annabeth, a single tear escapes her eye, and is falling down her cheek.
"Percy, stay with me please. I'm scared, but I want you here." Her breathing starts to get heavier, and more tears begin to escape her eyes. I wipe them away with my thumb.
"It's okay, don't cry Annabeth," I say rubbing soothing circles on her back. I don't know why I am doing this, but something about Annabeth sad makes me want to comfort her.
Annabeth wipes her tears, and her breathing starts to go back to its normal pace. Knowing I am going to regret this later I say,
"I'll stay with you, but only until you fall asleep."
Annabeth smiles, then organizes the blankets and pillows so that they are kind of sorted out. She curls up next to me, resting her head on my chest. I am just about to ask her if I can go now, when I see her eyes closed, and her breathing slow. I close my eyes, drifting off to sleep to the sounds of Annabeth's slow breathing.
hope you liked this chapter! Again I a, really sorry for not posting sooner, and will try to update once every week. Please review, and hoped you enjoyed reading this chapter!
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