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Chapter Seven - Decisions
Percy's POV
Percy had seriously messed up, he needed to go. Fast. He sprinted across the road, being careful with his newly heeled wrist, and found himself wandering to Central Park, and finding a quiet area to be on his own. He kissed Annabeth, and he was in utter disbelief. Why? Was definitely the question in hand. But, it felt so good, too good. Her lips were soft, the bottom lip slightly fuller than the top. She tasted of vanilla and what happiness would taste like. He shouldn't have done that, Calypso is his life. Percy sat on an empty bench, watching the snowy New York life pass. He closed his eyes and pictured an image in his head, and he faded into it.
Percy was sitting beside an omega shaped lake, on a beautiful June day, the sun bounced off the lake like it was a pane of glass, "Perce! Percy! Yo, what's up man?" a boy and a girl of about the age of twelve, ran up to Percy and sat down either side of him. The boy was slightly older than both the girl and Percy, and had curly mousy brown hair and bright eyes, he wore an orange t-shirt with CAMP HALF-BLOOD written on it and long khaki shorts, with high top Chuck Taylors, the girl was the exact same age as Percy and smiled confidently, her hair was a golden blonde hair was typed back taut, but loose curls wrapped around her little face. Her nose was crinkled as she smiled and splattered with freckles, she was tanned and tall, with long legs. She wore an orange camp T-shirt like the boy's and a faded blue and white Yankees baseball cap, and a pair of denim shorts with black high topped Converse. Her eyes were stunning and humorously wicked, them an amazing startling grey, she shoved him, "Seaweed Brain! Stop being so depressed!" She was smiling, which was a rarity for Annabeth Chase, Virginia born girl, know it all, dreams to be a doctor or an architect. Percy and Annabeth rarely got on but secretly he admired her, for her knowledge and her strength and bravery. That girl was brave, whether he wanted to admit it or not, and she was taller than him which bothered him. The image faded, and returned a year later, him and the blond haired girl walked around the camp, greeting their friends, they were thirteen, and Annabeth still towered over Percy, "So, d'you want to meet my mom? She's awesome!" Annabeth stopped talking and never opened her mouth after. The day passed.
When they were fourteen, they were inseparable, but something had changed, Annabeth seemed different, she was actually pretty cute, he didn't know what was wrong with him, it was Annabeth, his best friend, they were the same height now, and Percy's raven black hair had grown into his eyes since the summer the two had first met. Time passed and these feelings were obviously not just a passing matter, by the last day of the last summer, they were sixteen, and Percy looked with her with an unreal amount of love in his eyes. They were sitting together on top of Half-Blood Hill. He needed to tell her; tell her that he had slowly fallen in love with her. He opened his mouth to speak, but she spoke first, "Percy, I have to tell you something," she whispered, Percy took her warm soft tiny hands in his, "What's up?" He stared in those eyes he now didn't find scary but now fascinating and beautiful. "A few months ago, I moved to New York. I mean like February time, yeah."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because, I didn't want you to find out about Luke."
"Luke? Who's Luke?"
"My-my boyfriend."
"Oh," Percy let go her hands roughly, "I guess this is over then."
"What?" Annabeth stood up shocked.
Percy slowly stood up, "Have you not noticed, Annabeth Chase? I have been in love with you since we were fourteen, I know every single thing about you, you are my best friend, I love you Annabeth," Annabeth stood with her mouth shaped as an O, "I didn't-"
"- But, you love Luke, Annabeth, I was cowardly. I should've told. I was too late, I've lost you." Percy started walking down Half Blood Hill. "Percy," Annabeth screamed at him with tears cascading down her face, and suddenly whispered, "I'm sorry."
Percy turned and faced her once more harshly, "Don't be sorry Annabeth, my love, I was the idiot, I was the one who messed up. I will always love you, Wise Girl. Always." With that Percy ran down the hill, and for the first time ever, he never looked back. Annabeth called Percy's apartment, sent him texts and emails and letters for two years after. Percy ignored all these signs of reaching out because he couldn't, he imagined her with someone else, and his heart fell to pieces.
The day after Percy's eighteenth birthday, the eighteenth of August, Annabeth stopped calling, she stopped all forms of contact, which Percy found helped. It helped with the pain.
When Percy turned twenty-two, he met Calypso at a club, in uptown New York, she hadn't changed in the two years he knew her, beautiful, with dark toffee coloured hair plaited to the side hairs hanging loosely around her face, and her blue eyes the colour of the bottom of the ocean. She was mysterious and new and exciting; Percy hadn't felt any feelings for anyone since Annabeth, who was oblivious to these signs. Percy and Calypso spent the night together talking and they quickly fell in love.
By the time, Percy opened his eyes again it was almost dusk, and the traffic was just as busy. It must've been hours and it was time, it was time to make a decision. He had to pick between to life loves and he had made his decision; he had always loved her and he always would. He took his time ambling back to the apartment, passing the cafe, without even looking in. When he reached his building, he took the stairs instead of the elevator, and climbed hundreds of steps. He stood outside his apartment for a long moment heavily breathing. He opened the door and walked in, and met with a pair of beautiful yet fierce eyes, "What was that Percy? Huh? Or do you just like messing with my emotions? Why did you kiss me? Why, why, why Seaweed Brain?"
"I don't know-"
"-You don't know, I don't know. What does this mean Percy? What's going to happen with us?"
There is an awkward silence, when Annabeth breaks it, with her arms wrapping around his waist. His stiff body softens. She's so tiny, he thought to himself, and his heart raced. She wore her old CAMP HALF-BLOOD t-shirt with looked too familiar on her, this is Annabeth, it looked too much like her. He lets her go awkwardly.
"Nothing-"
"-Nothing?"
"Yes, we do nothing, because Annabeth," she looked at him with wide curious eyes, too beautiful to describe, "I don't know if I'm ready to have my heart broken by you again." Annabeth looked to speechless to look confused. Percy strided into his room, and slammed the door, trying to hide the tears of the past haunting him in the present.
Ok, VERY VERY VERY SAD CHAPTER ALERT. I know! I'm even sad, but I feel that this evokes the importance of Percy's and Annabeth's childhood friendship and for Percy love. What do you guys think is going to happen next? Will Annabeth finally realise how perfect the Percabeth experience really is? What will happen with Percy and Annabeth's relationship as friends and more awkwardly, roommates? Please comment and favourite and follow and do what you amazing people do best. Please enjoy and stay tuned, Percabeth is going to get a lot better very soon!
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-Hoodwinked2000