So this is an Alternate Universe where Thalia and Percy are together because Annabeth joined the Hunters.
In Between Our Lies
12. I love you
"I pledge myself to the goddess Artemis..." Annabeth's voice rang through the halls, clear and proud. Percy hated how she spoke so . . . so powerful and she spoke like this was the right choice. It wasn't! She was being an idiot! Didn't she know how much she meant to Percy; how he'd much rather die than lose her? She was his best friend for gods' sake! He was beginning to think she might even be more than that.
"I accept your pledge. Rise, Annabeth Chase, my new huntress and lieutenant." Annabeth rose, and Percy all but pulled her back. He couldn't, of course; he liked not spontaneously combusting at a random moment, mind you. He looked at Thalia - he had almost forgotten she was here, in the heat of the moment - and she had one single tear going down her cheek. So he wasn't the only one chocked up with grief, then? She was losing a friend as well, he realized. She subconsciously took a step closer to him.
"I guess we're in this alone now, aren't we?" She asked, gripping his hand tightly. Too tightly, he realized as she almost burnt his hand off. Thalia was about as powerful as him, it seemed. Except, this tremendous amount of electricity felt so good. It was nice and warm and left a fuzzy feeling. Now all that Percy was aware of was Thalia, who was still - subconsciously, of course - shocking his arm off.
He lost a friend that day, and what did he gain? Another love, it seemed.
It all happened so fast.
They had been talking - no, brooding - together, over the loss of Annabeth. And then . . . Sparks, fireworks exploding within him. It was magical. It was wonderful. It was as unbearable as it was unbreakable. The kiss was a secret passion, an obsession. It wasn't right - their fathers were enemies, why should they be lovers? It didn't matter, though, because they did it anyways. They never stopped, even when Zeus swore he would declare war - of course, he gave in eventually.
She knotted her fingers within his hair, and it felt so good. Sure, he felt like he was betraying Annabeth, but it was her who betrayed him. So why not share a little, harmless kiss with Thalia? Sure, their friendship would get awkward, but so what? Nothing was going to happen, they just got caught up within the heat of the moment.
Wrong.
It was so much more than a little, harmless kiss, because that kiss awakened desire and lust - and love, though that came later on. After he gave up on Annabeth, all he wanted to do was hold Thalia, forever. He wanted to be there when she was hurt, to help when she was lost. He knew she would never need it - his help - since she was stubborn and a natural leader and liked to do things on her own. But, he wanted to be a good boyfriend to Thalia. He really did.
"I love you," she whispers to him. Her eyes are filled with tears.
"Then why did you leave, Annabeth?" he asks, his voice cracking. No, he wouldn't cry; he has Thalia now, everything is okay. But it's not, and he knows that.
"Because I needed peace!" she cries, tears spilling even though she tries not to.
"I would've given that to you!"
"And what, who would've been the Hunter?" He doesn't answer, just walks away.
"I can't leave the Hunters for you, Percy, so I hope you're happy with Thalia." Her voice is filled with longing and pain, but her words are true. Percy looks back once more before he rounds the corner, leaving the blonde alone in an empty street.
They were never supposed to have worked out. There was only two choices with Thalia and Percy: be best friends, or worst enemies. Becoming lovers was never an option; it was wrong. So, so terribly wrong, and so right in so many ways. Thalia and Percy were a match made by Aphrodite; there was no doubting that. The way they looked at each other; hateful and passionate all at the same time, was so unrealistic. It seemed like they were lovers, and enemies, and best friends all at the same time. It was so wrong, and right.
Sure, Thalia saved Olympus from Kronos, but she saved Percy, too. He was just so depressed when Annabeth left - he wouldn't eat, he wouldn't sleep, he would just sit. Sit and reminisce about the old days. It was like a Shakespeare story come alive. Thalia came and saved him; the way Juliet saved Romeo or Bella saved Edward.
Their love wasn't easy; it was rough but passionate, magical but so easily broken. Percy still wonders how it would be like if Thalia joined the Hunters; he would've saved Olympus, and he would be with Annabeth. It would be as easy as breathing, unlike the addictive love he had with Thalia.
But that's okay, because he loves Thalia now, and there's no going back. He'd be with her, forever.
Okay, that probably wasn't one of my best . . . That was probably confusing. I'm so sorry, okay? Will you forgive me? And review already . . . ?
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