I do not own the song "If you Only Knew", by Shinedown , nor do I own " If Only, the Reprise", by the movie Descendants. Here's a question. What artist's voice do you imagine Percy's , and what about Annabeth? For Percy I think he would have the voice of Luke , from 5SOS. And for Annabeth , I don't know just yet... any suggestions. It would help me a lot. Now on with the story...
Third Person POV
He looked at the letter. He still held onto it after three years. He still loved her words. He still read it. He read those precious words that she once meant.
Hey Percy its Annabeth.
Now who would've thought I was keeping things classic, by writing a letter. I just wanted to thank you for always being there for me. You are the very first person I ever opened up to. I wanted to say that I love you and I always will. You've been my bestfriend since we were six and right now at the age of seventeen , I STILL MANGE TO LOVE YOU WITHOUT KILLING YOU YET! (Even though I have planned it) I love you .
I love you, I love you,
Love ,Annabeth
He put the letter down and sighed. He knew what to do. He picked up a pen and wrote.
Percy's POV
I still hold on to the letters
You've returned
I swear I lived and learned
It 4:03 , And I can't sleep
Without you next to me
I toss and turn like the sea(pun so intended)
If I drown tonight
Bring me back to life
Breathe your breath in me
The only thing that I still believe
In is you
If you only knew
If you only knew
I set my pencil down. Do you know how hard it is to write a song , while filming a movie? Well if you don't its pretty hard. Heck its harder than running a marathon(My cousins do this all the time , and well , they're great songwriters , and they say writing a song is harder than running a marathon)
Writing songs helps me think. And me being the huge Seaweed Brain I am, I rarely think. Writing songs helps me escape from my personal problems... Writing song helps me-
"Percy open up," a feminine voice said.
I groaned and rolled off the couch, nearly tripping over my own guitwr strap,"Shi,"' I mumbled.
I opened the door , and there standing in the flesh, was my cousin's girlfriend , Miss Piper McLean. Beautiful. Strong. Not my type. I do have a type. And my type is currently unavailable.
Thanks to that motherfu- I mean that demon child, Luke. He made life a living, Hades. And I swear he just had to take all my opportunities , in getting her back.
"Hey Pipes," I mumbled.
Piper flashed me a quick grin , and sat down on the couch. Bad decision Pipes. I have junk that , I can't explain where it came from.
" Percy , I swear this place is a landfill. Do you even bother to clean up?" she asked holding up a dirty , stained T-Shirt.
Hey this is a dressing room, she should've known that guys aren't organized unless, their my very OCD friend, Jace Herondale , I mean how does Clary live with such an organized guy? (I'm almost finished with "The City of Heavenly Fire, " its AMAZING)
I could tell something was off. Piper hardly talks to me. And when she does, its usually her smacking me for hurting a girl. Trust me something's wrong. I raised an eyebrow.
I sighed, " Piper what's the real reason your in here?"
Piper bit her lip , and gave along sigh.
"Perce something's wrong, I now your not really open to feelings, but if there's anything I could do to help , than please , let me help," she said.
Piper's mom is Aphrodite McLean. So the name basically speaks for itself.
" Well there's a friend his name is Per- , I mean Peter. And Peter , mad a bunch of stupid mistakes. Peter set up a chain of events that blew up in his face, just for a stupid reputation. "
"Peter's friend Annabet-, I mean Annabelle , was the victim. Peter didn't mean to break Annabelle, he just was being ... ignorant. Peter never meant for all this to happen. For the past three years, Peter and Annabelle constantly fought for attention, but Peter never stopped loving Annabelle. "
" When Peter was about to make a move on Annabelle Luk, I mean Liam said that him and Annabelle are dating. Now Peter's life is a living Hades. What should I , I mean Peter do?"
Good enough story right?
Piper put her hand on my shoulder.
" Well I think Peter, should tell Annabelle how he feels. I also think that Liam needs to go find another girl to screw over," Piper said.
"Well how does Peter tell Annabelle?" I asked.
Piper laughed softly. " Through what Peter does best , writing songs. I heard what you were singing Percy , its a beautiful song, and I want you to sing it to Annabeth."
I chuckled, " But when , When can I , you know..."
Piper's face turned blood red." Percy tell her when you feel its right. Annabeth wants things to last permanent. She's always been this way. So make things last permenant."
I looked at Piper, and gave her a sisterly hug. No butterflies came up and swarmed my stomach. It was just me hugging a sisterly figure.
" Will do , amd thanks Piper, now I know why Jason's liked you for so long," I said wiggling my eyebrows.
Piper laughed, " No Jackson , the word is love. I'll see ya around Peter," with that Piper left a stack full of clothes in her right hand.
Annabeth's POV
Do you know what its like to "date" Luke Castellan? For me its like highschool. You're dating the Quarter Back. And I don't like it. Highschool isn't permanent. " Dating" Luke is exactly like highschool. Fake.
All of this thats going on, is fake. Always will be. Luke and I are like brother and sister. There is no way I could fall for Castellan. And if I do, things better be permenant.
I needed to talk to him. He was the one I had to talk to. I he only knew, that deep down , I want us to happen again. It was hard to admit. My fatal flaw , being pride, it made it even harder.
Even though in the past he faked it. I could tell he was... pressured. I just need to tell him. He was there for me, for so long. Best friends since we were six. Sometimes the thought of him and I being together again scared me.
He was the very first person , who I let in. Who broke my barriers. And I'm grateful for it.
I ran through the halls, desperately trying to find him. I pushed myself faster and faster. Than there everything seemed to happen in slow motion .
I stopped, spotting him. He was in a room, with a little window. He stood there his raven hair just above his eyes. He was smiling, that sarcastic troublemaker, smile which I thought was annoying, yet endearing. Then my heart stopped.
My smile slowly faded. I spotted him. He was pinned to the wall. He took in a deep breath, and kissed her. A thousand needles stabbed my heart. I felt like I needed to throw up.
His fingers caught in her Red hair, hers intertwined behind his neck. He slowly opened his eyes, and spotted turned just to see a flash of blonde run.
I ran and ran, until I reached my dressing room. I locked the door, and let the tears fall. I let him in just for a second , hoping things would be different. To have my heart broken again. Now I know that Second Chances aren't meant to happen. Especially if that person your giving a second chance is Percy Jackson.
Percy's POV
I pushed Rachel off me quickly, as I saw a flash of blonde. Annabeth.
" What the Hades Rachel?," I yelled.
Her face showed no emotion. She put a hand on my chest.
" Oh come on Percy you can't possibly deny your love for me any longer," she said clawing at my shirt.
One word. GROSS.
I pushed her off, as I opened the door. The thing was I was sent here by Chiron. But noooo , all i found was a crazy Red head. Which I broke up with , like six months ago!
I looked around the hallway trying to find a flash of blonde. Gods no. Now my chances are really slim. GODS NO. Paparazzi. Huge Camreras. And an army of paparazzi. How could thing possibly go wrong?
Rachel smiled sweetly.
" You," I growled.
She giggled at my frustration. Rachel clinged her arm onto mine. I tried to pull away, but this girl has a grip of a freaking octupussy(Don't judge my friend says this all the time)
Cameras flashed as Rachel hugged the back of my neck.
" Mr. Jackson is it true that you and Miss Dare are back together?" an African American Reporter asked.
" Yes," Rachel chirped in.
I slsapped her in my mind so many times.
" No we are not Miss Dare can go to Tartarus, got that? Write that down," I said unclinging Rachel from me.
I was about halfway to the exit when...
" Mr. Jackson how do you feel about Miss Chase and Mr. Castellan?"
I stopped in my tracks and spun around eyeing the reporter.
" I feel that Annabeth could do better. Find somebody that deserves her, I said my blood boiling.
" And who could that person be?," she asked.
" No comment, but this person knows her way more than that douche," I walked out of the room leaving a wave of paparazzi at my tail.
Third Person Rachel POV
Rachel sipped her coffee as she waited for Luke. Rachel didn't understand why Percy said they weren't dating. They made the cutest couple.
Rachel squeezed her coffeecup at the thought of Annabeth. Sure Annabeth was beautiful , with her long wavy blonde hair. And gray eyes, but Rachel knew Percy wanted her. Not that prideful , self absorbed blonde.(Sorry about the stereotype to all you blondes out there, but in my opinion this is Rachel's mind not mine and I imagine her to be really bitchy so... I'm sorry)
Luke arrived , and Rachel couldn't help it but , her heart made short frantic beats.
" So did he agree?" Luke asked.
Rachel shook her head furiously, " NO he didn't, I tried but all he has his eyes out for is Annabeth."\
Luke took Rachel's hand and slowly made circles on her palm, " Think Rachel, what should we do?," Luke said.
Rachel couldn't help but sigh. " Plan B," she said.
Luke smiled and let go of her hand.
" Plan B it is Miss Dare."
Percy'sPOV
Just as I was leaving I heard a tiny voice singing, and a guitar softly strumming. Her voice was beautiful, and her face looked lke an angel. Nope she was an angel. Well an angel that could judo flip you any second.
He blonde hair was like a halo. Her voice was full of sorrow and ... regret?
A million thoughts in my head
I know its time to say goodbye
So hard to let go...
The music stopped, and she turned around. I hid behind a trashcan quickly. Annabeth picked up her guitar and left, one tear slipping, from her eye.
I held my breath, as she walked out the door, resisting the urge to wipe the single tear from her eyes. I pulled my hair violently, with a million thoughts in my head
