A/N
Hi.
"Go talk to him, Thalia. It's been weeks since you've come back at this point, and you've been avoiding him too much."
The Daughter of Zeus only whines into her covers as Annabeth sighs at the doorframe of Cabin 1, resigning herself to the task of getting her best friend out of bed. Thalia is adamant as ever about refusing to come out of her hibernation; Annabeth is starting to get annoyed.
"Thalia. Come out of your damn room and talk to Percy."
She whines harder, something Annabeth thought she'd probably never hear. "But Annie! What if he hates me? I left him, y'know! And then I dumped the whole thing on him and ran away and had a jolly good time and everything! Ugh!" The girl looks like she's going to take out her anger – right, there it is. The room is filled with a char-like smoke, the vague smell of singed hair permeating the air.
"It's fine. You know he's forgiven you, he's told me himself – "
"What if he's lying? What if he never actually wants to see me again, and I just – I just – "
She almost screams, and Annabeth groans.
"And you're just being idiotic?"
Annabeth doesn't say this, as Annabeth-like as that statement would be. Percy Jackson stands at the entrance to her cabin, toeing Zeus's territory and is this close to dying as soon as he steps inside, accident or not. Thalia is this close to dying of embarassment, because that smirk on his face clearly indicates he's heard their entire conversation.
Thalia is not mortified, she is not, she has nothing to be mortified about –
"Come here, Thalia."
And despite her brain saying no, her legs find themselves naturally making their way towards Percy, who probably has charmspeak at this point, Gods damn him. She walks all the way up to him, and her legs finally halt as she's just an arm's length away from him; she can't be too close. It's too dangerous.
Percy sighs. What? Did she do something wrong? Was he actually upset with her? Was this some cruel trick –
"I guess I've gotta be quick about this."
And quicker than her own lightning, he crashes into her, slamming his lips against her, and all Thalia can register is that slightly salty, slightly tangy flavour he has; the scent of the sea, which she'd once loved so much – and that little hint of strawberries, because as unkempt as he was he still remembered to use soap and shampoo, and it'd always be strawberries or blueberries, and –
She needs air, and she surfaces from the sea of euphoria she'd been held unedr by this man, this boy Percy Jackson, who doesn't hate her. Oh, thank the fucking Gods, she would've died –
Died...
died...
"Percy! Get out of my room! Zeus is gonna – "
"He isn't going to do shit!" Percy laughs, a clear, melodious sound that is music to her ears, better than fucking Green Day. "You've got me, Thalia Grace. You're my saving grace."
She almost finds herself laughing at the pun. She doesn't, she swears it's terrible.
"Breakfast is in ten minutes, morons, so hurry up." Annabeth huffs, but the smile on her face is visible as ever. "Idiots."
"Coming, Wise Girl. I just gotta finish up with Thalia over here."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean – woah!"
The bed rocks with a thump, and giggles from Cabin One stir up some rumours Annabeth finds actually kind of funny.
Fin.