Ok, so that ended on a sad note. I do realized a lot of bad things have happened to Annabeth, but it just sort of fit. Now, read on to see what happens. Review please!!
I Kissed a Girl
I woke up the next morning sitting in the infirmary, next to Annabeth. I was holding her cold hand, and resting my head on her shoulder, as she had done so many times to me. As soon as I realized where I was, terror came over me. Memories of last night came back to me: Annabeth lying on the ground, covered in blood, with a note in the sand beside her. I remember dosing her with so much nectar and ambrosia, that it became a danger. Then came the questions: Was Annabeth ok? Was she awake? And there was the dreaded question: did she live?
I leaned in a grabbed her wrist, to feel for a heart-beat. I was petrified to find that there wasn't one. I checked again. I felt her neck, her chest, every place I knew that had a heart-beat. I still couldn't find one. I was so depressed that I just laid my head on her shoulder again and sobbed. I was never one to cry, but in a time like this even I would cry.
"Seaweed-brain?" a tired voice said. "What are you doing?"
I jerked my head up to look at the speaker. It was Annabeth, wearing a smile. "Annabeth," I breathed. I never thought I would be able to say her name to her face again. "Oh my gods! You're alive." That's when I did something I never would have dreamed of doing. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in to a kiss. I didn't know what came over me, but I was happy I did it. Once we broke apart, I just stayed there gazing into her eyes. I waited for her to slap me or punch me. Instead she just draped her pale arms around my neck and kissed me, while I kissed her back.
As we broke apart for the second time, I heard someone clapping in the background. I turned my head around to see, none other than, Grover. Gods I hated that goat-boy sometimes. "Yes, yes, yes, yes! You finally told her. You did it Percy!" Grover yelled happily.
I was going to get up and kick his furry goat behind, but I looked into Annabeth's eyes. She was trying to tell me to leave it alone. She and I both knew that Grover was a little strange. I'm not really sure if he understood that he was interrupting something. Instead I toned it down a little. "Grover, can you please leave. Annabeth are trying to discuss…things."
Grover left with a knowing smile, laughing his head off. "Annabeth," I began. "I'm not some romantic guy from any fairy tales. If you're looking for a guy like that then I'll leave. In fact, you are my first girlfriend, and you gave me my first kiss on Mt. St. Helens. Please don't laugh at me, because I really have no idea what I'm about to say, but here it goes: Annabeth, will you be my girlfriend."
Annabeth burst out into laughter, with a huge grin on her face. "Percy," she said, "I promise I'm not laughing at you, but I have been waiting so long for you to say that." I was so happy she said that. In fact, I was so happy that I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her passionately.
Over the next couple of weeks Annabeth and I continued going out. Though we really couldn't go on any real dates, because we couldn't leave camp, we still managed. For instance, we would sit by the lake and talk. That's where we usually had our dates. She said it made her feel calmer, and the same went for me. We would also talk a lot at the campfires.
Annabeth tried to avoid talking about the upcoming war. I was trying to avoid something too. I tried not to talk about the fact that because I hadn't joined Kronos's army, she had almost died.
I also tried not to tell her that because of that, I was thinking about joining the army. No one else besides me knew that secret. I also wasn't going to be telling anybody that soon. The only reason I did want to join the Titan army was so none of my other friends would get hurt. It had been two months since the betrayer had done anything. I knew it was Silena, but I had no evidence to prove it.
Every time I saw her and I was with Annabeth, Nico, or Grover, I would steer them away. By the end of spring, I was starting to get worried. Three months from now I would be 16. Three months from now I would decide the fate of the world. But maybe less than three months from now, one of my friends would die.
One night, as we were walking back to our cabins after the campfire, Chiron pulled me aside. "Percy," he began, "I think it is time for you to learn the rest of the prophecy I had received."