A/N: My dear readers,
Don't fret, don't worry. We'll get to the Percabeth and everything else. Chill, it wouldn't be a very good story if they just immediately fell back in love, would it?
We good? GREAT! On to the story!
DISCLAIMER- Percabeth and every other character in this story thus far belong to Rick Riordan, so does all the settings and I couldn't have written the original story better myself!
Annabeth
I know I have amnesia, but I swear I wasn't born yesterday. They're keeping a secret from me. They're worried, I hear them whispering about it all the time. In the pavilion, when I walk on the beach, and even when they think I'm still asleep. I can't get away from it!
Who is they, you may ask. Well, "they" is everyone. EVERYONE AT CAMP! I can't get away from it.
I just want the incessant whispering about how worried they are, about how something will affect me, because that something involves Percy. When will they realize that it's not happening. He won't love me anymore. He doesn't even like me. That much is true, from his demeanor.
I guess I have no one to blame. I did want him to be happy. Even if I wasn't, he should be happy. Even if that happiness involves another girl. A smarter, more confident, and more beautiful girl.
I see them. Their hands brush against each other when they walk. She smiles and teases him when they train. And he smiles. Percy actually smiles now. Maybe that's what their trying to hide from me. Because they think I can't handle it. Little did they know, I had seen more than they ever wanted me to know.
I didn't want to see them. I didn't mean to hear everything she whispered, or feel the tension as they spoke. It just happened, I swear.
I was reading, sitting up in a tree. That branch was my favorite, it overlooked the sea. My book was silly, a story about a young girl falling in love with a boy. It was so shallow and the characters were so self-absorbed. I could lose myself in it.
I would read and occasionally look up at the sea, the view helped me feel calm and collected. They walked along the beach, right below my tree, in plain sight and close enough to clearly hear their words. I wanted to leave, but I couldn't get down without getting caught.
They strolled up, stopping to look at the sunset. She was laughing at his story as he animatedly told it. I watched his hand brush slowly by her wrist and carefully slide into her palm.
They were holding hands. He stood rigid at first, awkward, but then relaxed realizing that she wasn't mad. They were holding hands. Percy and Reyna. They were holding hands and watching the ocean get darker.
"So, why is everyone so tense around here? It seems like they're all holding their breath." I heard Reyna ask.
Percy cursed, "I really wish they would forget any ideas they have about me. They don't know me anymore."
"It's me, isn't it?" Reyna sighed. "I'm the problem."
"No, Reyna, you will never be a problem. Everyone just expects Annabeth and I to…" he paused, "They need to get out of my business."
"Oh"
Reyna was deep in thought. Finally she slowly whispered, "Tell me one more thing. Do you think you and her would ever…you know, get back together?"
Percy wrapped his arm around her and said, "No. Yes. I don't think so. I don't know, honestly. She is just so different now."
They were silent for a while. After a while Reyna turned to Percy, and smiled. "I'm really glad you did it."
"Did what?" Percy responded in a clueless fashion.
Biting her lip, Reyna looked away and muttered, "Hold my hand."
"Oh really?" he responded with a slightly cocky smile.
"Yes… Percy, you make me feel happy." Her voice stronger, she continued, "And beautiful. And confident. I'm so glad we have…this," She shyly looked away, her dark curls swinging in front of her eyes and blushing cheeks.
"And I'm glad you did that…. so I can do this." Reyna leaned in and kissed him.
Percy kissed her back, his arms encircling her waist. She laced her fingers through his hair. And they stood, and kissed. Her pushing up onto her tip toes to reach and he meeting her in the middle.
After what seemed like the longest, most awkward moment I've ever experienced they left. Smiling, hand in hand as they went.
Once I was sure they were gone I climbed down from my perch and calmly walked toward the center of camp.
I didn't think I was so focused, or maybe dazed, because I tripped over my own two feet and fell sprawling forward. My book went sliding into the dirt and my hands slid in the mud.
As I stood up and brushed myself off, I noticed a hand holding my book out to me. The hand belonged to a boy.
He smiled at me and said, "I think you dropped this."
I pushed my hair out of my face and stuttered, "Umm, thanks." I looked up from the ground, and my eyes met a soft dark brown stare.
"Um, hi. My name is Annabeth."
"Hello Annabeth, I'm Damien"
