So, I know I haven't updated in a while, but this is the last chapter and I hope you like it. Please review telling me what you thought of the story, even if you didn't like it. Check out my current story "What It Feels Like" if you want something else to read, or don't.

I hope you like this. Thanks for reading!

-SOS

Chapter 4:

The next day, I followed Percy's instructions to his mother's apartment, a little nervous about meeting his mom, but smiling anyway. I was wearing a blue top with a darker blue panda printed on it, and grey skinny jeans, hoping to make a good impression on his mom after such a long time.

Before I could even knock or ring the doorbell, the door opened, and Percy's mother, looking older than I remembered her, waved at me with a smile on her face.

"Hello, Annabeth!" Mrs. Jackson greeted me, hugging me unexpectedly. Of course, I knew there would be a catch – while her arms were around me, she whispered in my ear, "Don't hurt him again."

"Sorry," I mumbled back. I hadn't known that Percy told his mom everything, but it was expected, as he was such a mama's boy back when we were kids.

I was led inside by Mrs. "call me Sally" Jackson. She sat me down at the dining table and we just stared at each other for a few seconds before Percy came into the room.

"Hey Mom, hey Annabeth." He winked at me. "The moving van already took my stuff, even after I protested."

"Then what am I doing here?" I asked, confused. "I thought I was going to help you."

"Relax, Annabeth. We can still spend time together, even if we're not doing anything," Percy reassured me.

"But what if they move you into the wrong apartment? What if-"

"Annabeth, calm down. If you really care so much, let's go help them," Percy suggested.

"Okay," I agreed, standing up and waving to Mrs. Jackson. She smiled at me warmly.

We walked down the street and past a few more blocks until we finally arrived at our apartment building. Walking up the stairs to our floor, Percy suddenly grabbed my shoulders and turned me around to face him.

"Um…what?" I wondered, a little scared.

"Thank you, Annabeth, for doing this with me. I would be living with my mom, still, if it wasn't for you. And…I think I love you." Percy looked at the floor sheepishly.

"What?' I asked again. I wasn't angry, just surprised.

"I've liked you ever since third grade, when you sent me that Valentine. And then that day, when I dropped you home from the airport. And then Rachel told me to follow my heart. And…I think you're where my heart is leading, Annabeth. I think I'm in love…with you." Percy looked at me, where I was standing, frozen in shock. "What do you think?"

"I think…" I pretended to think about it, though I already knew the answer. "I think I'm in love with you too."

And with that, I pulled his lips to mine and we kissed, his hands running through my hair, and mine up and down his back, the apartment move-in forgotten.

"Let's take this upstairs, shall we?" Percy murmured into my mouth, and I nodded.

And in a few years, we were kissing again, but that time it was our wedding, and our apartments were one, as were our hearts.

Because our hearts were broken no longer. They were perfectly together, and we had cured our broken hearts.