Hello, Lovers Of Imagination! I actually wrote something that wasn't trash! That feeling will probably change in a couple of days...Anyway, All Rights and Ownership of Characters go to Rick Riordan. No Copyright Intended. Enjoy!
Penny's POV
I woke up to the sound of snoring. Usually, this would piss me off but the snoring reminded me of a puppy and it was adorable. Curious to see who it was, I turned around. What I ended up laying my eyes upon was Annabeth.
To be honest, I never thought something like this would happen. Something good actually happened that benefits me and...it lasted. Everything or everybody ends up leaving me at some point. Even Grover as a best friend of mine had to leave for a while. But Annabeth didn't and that gave me hope for us.
I was pulled out my thoughts enough for me to fully process what was happening. Because we all know the feeling of being awake but not awake.
Once I did this, I took another look at Annabeth and saw that she was still sleeping. Being as quiet as I possibly could, I got up and walked myself to the bathroom. As I walked in and looked in the mirror, I saw a note taped to it.
"The blue toothbrush is yours," said the note.
Thank you, Annabeth...
I brushed my teeth, washed my face and was out in about 2 minutes.
It was so quiet in the house that I didn't want to do anything that would ruin it. I decided to go sit on the couch and just think.
Ever since the fight with Annabeth, then me talking to Annabeth after the fight, up until now, all I've been doing was thinking. Thinking that there was a small chance I like Annabeth. Thinking what will happen the next time we see each other. Thinking about what to do now.
I don't deal emotions very well, as you can tell. Which is why I write songs, to say what I'm feeling without having to say it. It always seemed easier to keep everything bottled up until I got home and started writing my heart out. But in situations like this, that isn't an option.
Where would I even start? I have to tell Annabeth why I'm sorry and that requires communication. Hopefully, this won't be like last week where she almost forced me to tell her. I don't think I could stand that.
I was so consumed in my thoughts that I didn't even notice Annabeth walking downstairs.
"Good morning, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth said leaning against the wall.
"Good morning, Wise girl. You seem to be in a good mood," I said.
"I slept well. You went to sleep 15 minutes before I did. In that 15 minutes, I listened to the rain and it was peaceful. I soon drifted off into an endless abyss of consciousness not wanting to wake up. That, of course, would result in me not seeing you as much and we all know how that goes," Annabeth said slightly chuckling.
"That was very descriptive," I said.
"Thank you. How'd you sleep?" Annabeth asked me.
"I've slept better," I said picking at my nails.
"You look kind of tense. Are you worried about something?" Annabeth asked me while walking towards me.
"Yea," I said.
"About?" Annabeth asked me as she took down my ponytail and started playing with my hair.
"Things," I said not looking at her.
"What type of things?" Annabeth asked me.
"You'll find out later," I said keeping it as vague as possible because I still had some decisions to make.
"Well, whatever happens just know that I will always be here for you," said Annabeth.
"I really hope so," I said getting up from the couch and walking upstairs.
"What do you mean by 'I really hope so'?" asked Annabeth who was following me upstairs.
"Nothing ever goes according to plan for anybody. Whatever happens, will happen and nothing will change that. I just don't want things to go horribly wrong, that's all," I said grabbing my phone and sitting on the bed.
"Oh, okay," said Annabeth.
I looked at my phone and saw I got a text from Grover.
"Did you tell her yet?" texted Grover.
"I'm working on it," I texted back.
"Are you hungry?" I asked Annabeth.
"A little bit," said Annabeth.
"I'll do it," I said putting my phone up and walking towards the door.
"You don't have to do that," said Annabeth.
"You're right, I don't have to. But I want to and I also owe you," I said.
"Fine. But next time, I'm doing it, no exceptions,'' said Annabeth.
"I'm totally okay with that," I said walking downstairs and towards the kitchen to make breakfast.
"Are you allergic to eggs?" I shouted to Annabeth.
"No," Annabeth shouted back.
"What about Avocados?" I shouted.
"Still no," Annabeth shouted back.
I looked around and found an apron that said: Kiss The Chef. It looked cool so I decided to put it on.
After 10 minutes of attempting to make breakfast, I got bored. I would've gotten my phone and turned on some music but it was all the way upstairs and I didn't want to bother Annabeth. That's when I remembered that I could sing.
I have got so much to give, I swear I do
I may not have nine lives, this one feels brand new
Yes, I've lived a good one, I have tried to be true
There are some things I never realized, till I met you
How the wind feels on my cheeks when I'm barking at the moon
There is no home like the one you've got
'Cause that home belongs to you
Whoo, whoo, here I come
Whoo, whoo, back to you
There is no home like the one you've got
'Cause that home belongs to you
Well, I was in trouble bad, I was so confused
I may not see in color, babe, but I sure can feel blue
I have been a lot of things, they may not all be true
My experience was so mysterious, till I met you
Now the sun will rise in the east, but I'm barking at the moon
There is no home like the one you've got
'Cause that home belongs to you
Whoo, whoo, here I come
Whoo, whoo, back to you
There is no home like the one you've got
'Cause that home belongs to you
There is no home like the one you've got
'Cause that home belongs to you
There is no home like the one you've got
'Cause that home belongs to you
As I kept on humming I heard a familiar voice say: "That was amazing. By the way, I got all of that on video."
"What the heck, Wise Girl!" I shouted as I turned around.
"Before I turn this off, who wrote that song and what is it called? If you don't mind me asking," said Annabeth.
"Jenny Lewis and it is called Barking At The Moon. Now get out of my face," I said playfully glaring at her.
"There you have it, folks! "Unbreakable Smile" was written by the best person in the world: Penny Jackson!" said Annabeth.
''I think you're getting yourself and I mixed up," I said raising my eyebrow.
"I'm one hundred percent positive it's you," said Annabeth.
"Awww," I said pecking Annabeth on the lips.
Annabeth gasped.
"Did you guys see that?!" Annabeth screamed.
I covered the camera lens and turned the video off.
"Really?" I asked.
"I'm planning on showing Thalia once we get together," said Annabeth.
"Whatever. Here's your breakfast," I said setting her plate down.
Annabeth analyzed her plate.
"Breakfast sandwich with Avocado Toast. It looks delicious," Annabeth said as she took a bite.
"Well?" I asked her.
Annabeth gave me a thumbs up.
"Cool," I said washing my hands and fixing my plate.
"Where did you learn to make this?" Annabeth asked me.
"My dad taught me," I said.
"I remember you saying that your dad wasn't all that great. How bad was he?" asked Annabeth.
I froze.
"Stop," I said not looking at her.
"What? All I did was ask a question," said Annabeth.
"Just stop. I don't want to deal with it right now," I said taking my apron off and sitting down so I could eat.
"Fine," said Annabeth.
After about 5 minutes, we were both done and put our plates in the sink. I went to go wash them but Annabeth stopped mea.
"Nope," said Annabeth.
"But-" I started to say but ended up being cut off.
''Go upstairs and relax," said Annabeth.
"Annabeth I can-" I started to say but got cut off once again.
"You have been looking stressed since you woke up this morning. I'm not stupid. I know what you've been worrying about this entire time. Take a break from all of that thinking and go relax," said Annabeth.
"Whatever," I said running my hands through my hair and walking upstairs.
Once I walked into Annabeth's room I flopped down on the bed and sighed. I don't think Annabeth realized that me being alone and trying to relax causes me to think even more.
She's right though. I am stressed and I hate it. But I can't help this. I can't help being stressed out.
As I said before, I don't deal with emotions very well. I can't cry in front of just anybody.
"But Annabeth isn't just anybody," said the nagging voice in the back of my head.
"Shut up," I told the voice.
"Hey, Penny?" asked a familiar voice.
I looked up and it was Annabeth.
"Yes, Annabeth?" I responded.
"Did you know that talking to no one is the first sign of going crazy?" she asked me.
"Shut up, Annabeth," I said playfully.
"What do you want to do?" she said.
It's now or never...
"Can we talk?" I asked her.
I looked at her and saw that she was worried.
I stood up, closed the door, took her hand and guided her towards the bed.
"Calm down. I'm not going to do anything to you," I said reassuring her.
Annabeth nodded.
When we sat down I began speaking.
"From the first day of school, we've been inseparable. Every single day we would talk and laughed and I liked it. Throughout that time period, I've learned a lot about you. Such as your favorite color is a light gray, your sexuality, and your quote-on-quote ''Family Issues." But you haven't learned a lot about me," I stated.
"The most I learned about you is your favorite color, who your dad is and that you have dyslexia," said Annabeth.
I never told her that...
I decided to let that slide.
''I've told you that my dad isn't all that great, correct?" I asked her.
She nodded.
"Did you see anything on the news about Poseidon having a girlfriend?" I asked her.
"I do actually," said Annabeth.
"What else do you remember?" I asked her.
"I remember that he was with his girlfriend for about a year. Then he said that she cheated on him which resulted in them breaking up," said Annabeth.
"Okay. Now, do you want the truth of what really happened or do you want to believe that lie?" I asked her.
"I'd rather be told the truth," said Annabeth.
"He and his girlfriend never broke up. In fact, they did the exact opposite. They hooked up," I said chuckling.
Annabeth chuckled as well.
"Pretty soon he got her pregnant and after 9 months she had a baby girl. Tell me, did you see anything on the news about him having a daughter?" I asked her.
Annabeth shook her head once again.
"That because he didn't want him having a daughter get in the way of his career," I said looking down.
"That's sick!" Annabeth shouted.
"Yea," I said as my voice cracked a little.
"Hey, are you okay?" Annabeth asked me.
"His girlfriend's name was Sally Jackson. That woman happened to be my mother. She was the best person in the world," I said trying hard not cry.
"Was?" Annabeth asked aloud but I just ignored her.
"My mom always saw the good in people. She loved my dad with all her heart no matter the lies he told on TV. My dad told my mom that the reason he lied so much was beacause he wanted to keep us hidden and to protect us from the cameras," I said bringing my knees to my chest.
"The real reason he did it was because he wanted all the attention but that would require leaving you guys," said Annabeth.
I nodded.
"We kept it that way for so long, we had gotten used to him leaving at 4:00 pm and coming back at 5:00 am," I said.
"Oh, my gods," said Annabeth.
"Things started to get strange once he stopped coming home often. Soon my mom had to get a job that way she could provide for us," I said as my voice cracked once again.
"Woah," said Annabeth.
"One day he came home and he and my mom were talking. That talking soon turned into yelling. The last thing I heard before my dad walked out the door was "I was drunk! I never wanted to become a father! I can't do this anymore!" After that, I ran to my room, slammed the door and just cried," I said as tears threatened to fall.
"Penny, I didn't know-" Annabeth tried to say but I cut her off.
"A week after my birthday no one came to pick me up from school. Luckily, Grover had parents who knew where I lived. They drove me home and as I walked in I felt that something was wrong. But I thought that was just all in my head. I did what I did every day. I'd yell "Mom, I'm home" but when I did this I was met with silence," I said as I buried my head in my knees.
"Penny, you don't have to-" Annabeth said but I cut her off once again.
"I put my backpack down and walked into her room expecting to see her. I did get to see her but she wasn't there with me. I just assumed she was sleeping," I said crying.
This time Annabeth didn't say anything. She probably didn't know what to say and I don't blame her.
I had to take a deep breath in order for me to continue.
"I looked around the room and saw an empty bottle that used to contain spills. My mind went to the worst conclusion possible. I checked to see if she was breathing. She wasn't. I checked her pulse but I felt nothing," I said not daring to look at Annabeth.
She still wasn't responding.
"I analyzed the room and found a note. The note read: "I couldn't do this without him. I'm sorry," I said crying even more.
This time I felt someone grab my hand and that gave me the strength to continue.
"I feel like if I had done something things would be different. But I knew I couldn't change anything that happened that day," I said crying.
This time that someone wrapped their arms around me.
"I feel like if I had done something that wouldn't have happened. But whatever happened has happened and there is absolutly nothing I could do to change that," I said sobbing.
Annabeth held me closer.
"It's my fault. My dad left because I was too much for him. My mom killed herself because of that. They were the most important people in my life and now they're gone," I said sobbing even more.
"Shhhh. Don't worry I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere," said Annabeth.
After about 5 minutes I started talking again.
"Ever since that day, I did everything in my willpower to make everyone happy so that they wouldn't leave me like my parents. But sure enough, that same thing happened over and over again," I said not crying as bad.
"Penny, I don't know what to say," said Annabeth.
"That day we fought I was scared. There were so many emotions running through me. So many thoughts that I didn't know what to do. I panicked and I ran. I can't imagine what I put you through because of that. I'm really sorry, Annabeth," I said drying my tears.
"The only person who should be sorry is me. I had no idea what you went through nor should I have treated you like that," said Annabeth.
"The funny thing is I was worried about someone leaving me yet I was the one who left," I said chuckling.
"Nothing ever goes according to plan," said Annabeth.
I linked my hands with hers.
"Well, sometimes that's a good thing," I said looking into her eyes.
I kissed her and she didn't seem to hate it.
Once we pulled away we began talking.
"We've been through a lot," said Annabeth.
"Yea, we have," I told her.
"Just one question. Just for clarification," said Annabeth.
"What is it?" I asked her.
"Are we an us now?" she asked me.
I laughed.
"Yes, Annabeth. We are an us now," I said looking at Annabeth just because I could. She seemed to be doing the same thing.
That's when my phone beeped.
I turned around and grabbed it.
"It's Grover," I told Annabeth
"Have you told her yet?" texted Grover.
"Yes, I did." I texted back.
"Congrats! Send me the results," texted Grover.
"Smile," I told Annabeth as we took a picture. I then sent that picture to Grover.
"Are we going to tell people we're together?" Annabeth asked me.
I thought about it until I made a decision.
"Nah. We'll let them figure it out,'' I told her.
My phone beeped again.
"I ship it," I said as I read the text aloud.
Annabeth laughed.
"Just don't tell anybody yet," I texted him.
"Don't worry I wasn't going to," texted Grover.
I put my phone back down as Annabeth and I sat there enjoying the silence.
Today was a wonderful morning.
There you go, Lovers Of Imagination! They finally got together. I hoped you like this chapter. Also, please review. Tell me what I can do to improve or how I did. This will help me become a better writer. Anyway