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Chapter 7, Annabeth's POV:


I suffered through the school days. It was still like no matter where I was or what I was doing, the thought Percy poked at me in the back on my head. It was almost become a routine.

I couldn't stop thinking about him and his kelp-head ways, and that fact scared me.

I should be giving him more credit that "kelp-head", I told myself, I mean, he had some positive points, too. Okay…fine, he had a lot of positive points. He was a great fighter, for one. He created a tsunami from nothing but air, and unleashed an earth quake all by himself. He had the prophecy resting on his shoulders…he practically held the power to save or demolish the world.

My mind drifted off to the prophecy and everything that depended on us. I thought I would have felt fear, but I felt the opposite. It was almost like I trusted Percy with the prophecy; trusted that he would make the right choice, for whatever it was. I felt as safe as I possibly could have, that moment, knowing that so much of destiny rested on our generation.

Back to Percy's positive points, I thought mentally, shaking my head of my dreaded thoughts. For seconds, I guess I had to admit that Percy was loyal. He would sacrifice anything to save his friends, and had already proved it by risking his life for me back at Mt. St. Helens.

I could feel and end-less type of feeling stirring up inside of me, as my thoughts raced .This was a feeling I had never felt before…or at least, never paid attention to before.

"Dear?" My step mother's voice came from outside my door, interrupting my train of thoughts.

"Yes?" I called.

She opened the door, plainly walking into my room. "Letter," she said dryly, holding out a single envelope.

I wasn't going to make the same mistake and react before I could think. This time, I concealed my smile to receive the envelope from her.

I nodded her a thanks, and she turned around to walk out.

Once she was gone, I made sure my door was locked before bringing Percy's letter up close to me.

Sitting down carefully in my bed, I slowly ripped open the envelope.

Dear Wise Girl,

..

I miss having you next to me while I fight, too.

Honestly, Annabeth, why are you so surprised I swore on the Styx. If it means proving something to you that will satisfy you, I'd do it any day.

My heart was already feeling funny. There was a feeling like inside, like my heart had just grown wings and went fluttering around in my stomach.

I'm happy you're over Luke.

I found myself smiling, involuntarily.

I know he was angry and confused when he left, but honestly…aren't you disappointed in him at all?

I didn't have to think. I already knew the answer to that question.

I'm going to tell you the truth…after you kissed me I would have sat there the whole day staring at the lava if it wasn't for those telekhines….What I mean is…it kinda surprised me, Annabeth. You kissing me, I mean. I don't know what I'm saying but I just want you to know that…well, that I liked it.

I reread that sentence over and over. My heart was officially rising and falling like waves in a deep ocean. Something about those words got to me, and my vision was blurred. I didn't know if it was out of happiness, just because Percy was being a total idiot and complimenting me indirectly, or if it was out of fear; fear for what this would mean next.

I think you already know where I was. It was Calypso's island.

He was right- I wasn't surprised. But, hearing it from Percy, kind of hurt and it was something I couldn't explain.

Before you get pissed at me, just know that it wasn't my choice! It wasn't like I chose to end up there…

I'm sorry. I came back, didn't I?

The fact that Percy was apologizing, lightening me up immediately.

Calypso offered me to say…But, all of it meant I would lose my friends, and well…you. I never want that, Annabeth. I came back…I honestly wouldn't trade all the happiness in the world for never getting to see you ever again.

I care about you, Annabeth. I don't know what I'm saying anymore, but I mean it. You and Grover and all of my friends…I'd give up my life you guys any day.

If you asked me to explain what I felt that moment, I could. The picture of Percy's face that had been blocked out in my head and pushed to the very back, now came pushing forward. In my head, I could remember his eyes, his smile, and just that face when he sacrificed even the smallest things for us. The next time, I looked down at the letter, my chest ached in a feeling I couldn't explain and the paper had wet spots. Was I crying? At the moment, I could have cared less about whether I was acting like myself or not. I missed Percy, and cared about him more than anyone would ever know. The thought scared me worse than anything.

The feeling was ten times greater, than the effect Luke had ever had on me. I didn't' know what I was thinking anymore.

I left Calypso for you

Another tear. More feelings.

Don't hate Calypso, Annabeth. Nothing is her fault. Calypso told me "the fates are cruel", and it's true.

If you're wondering what she looks like, all I can tell you is that she didn't try to be beautiful, she just was.

I noticed that I was clenching the letter tightly. I knew deep down that I shouldn't have felt resentment towards her, but the fact that she was with Percy, even the thought of her speaking to him cut through me hard. I felt helpless sitting there, feeling like something was jabbing at me, and I couldn't do anything about it. I closed my eyes and exhaled.

Kind of like the way you don't try either but you are anyway.

That was the moment that everything stopped. My heart slowed, the jabbing feeling went away. I came back to my senses after I blinked.

Did Percy just call me beautiful? My mind was racing.

I just want to tell you, Wise Girl, that if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be as happy right now. Sometimes it's almost like I'm not thinking about the prophecy anymore when I'm talking to you.

My heart beat got faster.

This was the first time Percy had ever admitted that he was worried about his prophecy, and suddenly saying that I took his worries away was way too much for me to take it.

It's not easy for me to come up with a question to ask you, Annabeth, but I think I've got one.

I bit my lip in anticipation. I didn't know, what Percy was going to ask and I only prayed that the answer wouldn't be impossible.

Here is goes: How do you feel about me?

I kept staring at those 6 words in the question in front of me.

How do I feel about Percy? I knew the answer…but what was he expecting?

What I mean is…how do you feel about me as a friend, or a person, or just about me in general, you know? You promised a truthful answer, and so I'm going to hold you to it.

I smiled at the thought of Percy rambling on to explain himself.

Reply soon, Annabeth.

Only yours,

Seaweed Brain.

I wiped at my eyes until they were dry, not even leaving any evidence for myself to claim that ny stupid tears had ever been there.

I put the letter down, taking a breath to begin my reply.

Although, I told myself I was as calm as I could be, the fluttering feeling inside me stayed present.

I wrote:

Dear Percy,

Thanks for caring. I'll be careful with the monsters, I promise.

Sometimes I feel like there might be an empathy link between us, too, but if you want to get technical- there's really no possible way there could be one. But, I know what you mean, Seaweed Brain. It's almost like…I can feel you perfectly. Almost like how Grover describes reading emotions. Maybe it's just us.

Thanks for everything you said. I mean, about swearing on the styx to make me happy. What you say means more that I can tell you.

I have hope for Luke because I knew him, Percy. I know what he was going through. Thalia's death wasn't easy on him, and he was angry. I'm disappointed he left. That won't change. But, it's not fair that everyone treats him like the bad guy. If I don't defend him, who will? Along to the way of defending him, I guess I buried away the disappointment. Like I said, he was the first person who ever cared about me, Percy. He was like my big brother. I… I forgive him, though. I'm letting go, Percy.

As for Calypso…You're right, I expected it.

Thanks for being honest, kelp-head. I know you weren't trying to hurt me, but sometimes you just can't help it, you know? What I'm trying to say is that…it was going to hurt no matter when you told me. And, it did.

I'm happy you told me, though. If you hadn't, my mind would have drove me crazy trying to guess exactly what happened at her island. I'll let you in on a piece of my mind…I always had an image of you and Calypso sitting happily near the water, without a care in the world. It was eating me up. Thanks for fading away that image from my head.

I trust you, Percy.

But…I need to ask you something. This isn't going to be easy, but it's something I need to know. Did you love her?

I need the answer. It's worse not to know the truth and I promise that I can handle it- whatever the answer is. Tell me the truth.

I'm not going to lie to you, Percy, because I owe you that much. I don't hate Calypso. I hate the thought of you and her. Just the thought of her talking to you kills me, Percy. I can't explain it, so please don't ask. I don't know why I'm telling you this, anymore, but I wanted to tell you the truth.

I can't lose you.

I stopped writing, to look at what I had written. I wasn't thinking anymore and was just jotting down everything onto the page before I could lose the feeling that I felt now. I didn't know why I was spilling out my feelings. This wasn't like me, and that's what got to me the most. If Percy found any of this out under different circumstances, I would have slipped underneath my invisibility cap and never been able to show my face to him again. Yet, here I was, my hand aching from all the writing as I wrote down the thoughts I had buried deep down- the thoughts I had never even let cross my mind.

I cleared my head as best as I could, and swallowed, bringing my pen back down to the paper.

It's the first time you ever mentioned your prophecy, Percy. I'm going to admit that I always did wonder how you could be taking all this so well. I mean, the fate of the world is resting on your shoulders (sorry, I'm not trying to make it worse) and you still find time to be a total idiot.

Alright, that was a little harsh. I'm sorry. What I mean is, you still find time to make people smile, and just be you…you know?

I know there's not much I can say and this won't help…but I just want you to know that I trust you. I feel safe knowing the prophecy is yours, and it's much better than if anyone else was responsible for it.

I want to tell you not to worry, Seaweed Brain. Everyone believe you. I believe you. You're going to make the right choice. I just know. I have money on it. I'm a daughter of Athena after all, and I chose my bets wisely. I just hope you know that I trust you. You're going to make the right decision.

If it weren't for you, Seaweed Brain, I don't know where I would be right now. After Luke left…I would have been broken if you weren't there to distract me through it. I wouldn't even be here with my dad, right now. I would probably still be at camp, waiting on that quest.

You're the only person that's gotten through to me like this, Percy, and I hope you know it. Let's make a deal- I'll be happy if you're happy. It works out that way without both of trying, anyway- at least for me.

I stopped for a minute. 'I'll be happy," I repeated the words to myself, finding myself smiling for read in so long. I didn't know what it was about him, but I honestly did feel genuinely happy around him. It was something I couldn't explain. My mind trailed off to his face, before I came back to my senses. I glanced back at his letter, seeing the question "What do you think of me?" written on the page in his hand-writing. I gripped my pen tighter and began.

Alright, I'll stop boring you now and get to what you've probably been waiting for…I'm going to complete my birthday present by giving you the answer to your question.

What do I think of you? Gods, Seaweed Brain, you couldn't have chosen something simpler? This could take forever. I'll do my best to answer it for you sake.

First of all, I think you're a total Seaweed Brain. Your head is full of kelp. Sometimes you come up with the stupidest ideas in the world.

When I first saw you, Percy, I didn't know what to think. Chiron brought you to camp and I thought you were the one with all my answers.

The moment you opened your eyes, I was too busy asking you about the summer solstice to notice what I was looking at. You had intense green eyes and I should have known right away that you were a son of Poseidon, because when I looked into them I felt like I was in the middle of the sea.

All I could come up with to say to you was "Your drool in your sleep."

Now, that we're talking about it, I might as well tell you what I've been meaning to for a long time. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that as soon as you woke up, but you seriously had me distracted, Seaweed Brain. What I'm trying to say is that when I gave you a full glance, you looked good, alright? There, I said it. You better not hold that over me and don't you dare bring it up again!

Everything from your smile to your eyes…I guess, it just really got to me.

How do I feel about you?

You are the bravest, most courageous, honest, amazing, caring ( I swear to the gods that I'm not just listing adjectives here- I mean it) person that I've ever crossed paths with, and probably ever will cross paths with. I just…I love all of those things about you.

You started off as just another camper, Percy…but since then, you've become much more than that. You're my best friend…you're everything to me.

My heart pounded as I wrote that last line on the notebook paper.

I end my letter to you on that thought, Seaweed Brain.

With Love, Annabeth

I finished, putting my pen down. After rereading everything, it wasn't any question that I had basically just spilled out all my feelings onto this letter. I had no idea what I wanted Percy to know, and the result was me explaining my thoughts as best as I could to him and to my myself as I wrote them.

"With Love, Annabeth," Those words kept echoing in my head. I wanted to erase them, but I needed to keep them there at the same time.

I was debating, when someone knocked on my door. I quickly folded up the letter and shoved it underneath my pillow case.

"Annabeth?" I heard my dad's voice.

When I opened the door, my father and step mother stood staring at me with concern.

"Are you alright?" My dad started.

I gave them a questioning look, wondering if I had done anything in the past few days to make them worry. "Yes, I'm fine."

"Annabeth, you've been locked up in your room for more than two hours. What were you doing?" My step mom asked with a warm voice, that I could tell was forced.

"I was just…reading," I said, hoping I didn't stutter. "And finishing up my homework…nothing important."

They didn't buy it.

My dad put a hand on my shoulder. He said, "Annabeth. All your books are downstairs in the study room, and you told us this morning that you finished all your projects for school. Honestly, honey, we would appreciate if you told us the truth."

"Is there something bothering you?"My step mom asked.

This was the last thing I needed right now, and I felt ready to explode. "There is nothing bothering me except you two, right now." I said, a little more loudly than I needed too. Down the corridor, Bobby and Mathew's chatter died down to listen to our conversation. "I'm sorry." I said immediately. "I just- I meant that I'm fine, really."

"Were you writing to Percy again?" My dad asked. It was an innocent question, but it caught my step mother's ears.

"Percy?" she repeated. "The one from camp?"

I wasn't a big fan of telling the whole world that Percy was a friend from camp; I wanted to keep my camp life as separate from my mortal life as I could. But, my step mom wasn't going to drop it.

I exhaled, shifting on my feet. "Yes. You met him, remember?"

She fixed her eyes on me, looking stern. "Why have you been locked up in your room writing to him for two hours?"

I realized how it sounded the way she said it, and my cheeks felt hot. "I haven't been writing to him." I declared.

My step mother's eyes softened just a fraction. "Look, Annabeth, if there's something you need to speak about-"

"There's nothing I want to talk about!" I said, feeling fed up. "This is my business! What is everyone's problem?"

"Annabeth," My dad spoke, in a warning tone, though his eyes were pleading.

I took a deep breath for my father's sake. I didn't need to create an argument with my step mother right now. "I'm sorry." I said, shortly.

"Perhaps you need to stay in your room a little longer and come out when you're ready to tell us the truth." She said, crossing her arms.

"Fine." I said, staring at my feet. She was impossible.

I closed the door, once my parents nodded and felt worse than ever.

I found myself walking back over to my pillow, and getting a hold of the letter I had just written. I thought of Percy reading the content inside and what he would think. My thoughts got caught up in the dark haired boy with green eyes, about 3,000 miles away from me, and nothing mattered anymore.


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