We're Dancing Under The Rain

A Percabeth Au

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Annabeth sobs as she keeps her foot steadily on the petal, her vision blurred from the drops of rain on her windshields the color of the traffic lights, and the wipers, desperately trying to remove them.

"I love you, Annabeth. I've liked you from the moment I met you, but now I realize...I love you!"

How could he say that? How could he look her straight in the eye, and tell her that with a straight face.

It can't be true. Love is a lie, and if it wasn't, it would not be something for her to experience. Nobody ends up with the person they love. And if they do, it's only for a short while. Before it all falls apart.

They had been studying. Peacefully working on a Math assignment, when he just had to stand up and start shouting nonsense at her.

It was too much. So she ran.

She ran out to her car, ignoring Percy's calls. She ran out from his apartment building, in the pouring rain, and started to cry as she got out her keys, desperately trying to just get out of there.

Then she pulled out of park, and stomped on the gas.

She came to a gas station, and pulled over.

Her face hurt from crying, and matched the gloomy, wet weather outside.

The white light from the gas station lit up the inside of her car.

If love was real, that's what she felt for Percy. In that case, she loves him with all her heart, and every fiber of her being.

Why couldn't it be real? Why couldn't the fate's let just let people be happy. To let them stay with the people of their choice.

The all to familiar rock forms in Annabeth's throat, and her eyes begin to sting.

She pulls her knees to her chest as the tears start to form.

She wishes it was real. That her and Percy could love each other. But there's a reason books are called fantasies. And, people are called Hopeless romantic's.

Just as Annabeth goes to smash her hand against the steering wheel, someone knocks on her door.

She jumps, and begins to rapidly wipe her face, while turning around.

Percy Jackson stood right outside her car, his normally thick black hair stringy and flattened, his clothes soaked.

Another sob rises in Annabeth's throat as she questions how the heck he even got there. He didn't own a car, and he couldn't have walked.

He must have known what she was thinking, because he points behind him, to a small bike with pink pom-poms on the handles.

He rode his 9 year old sisters bike 4 miles.

Annabeth rolls her eyes, continuing to wipe the tears off her cheeks. The ones that wouldn't stop, no matter how hard she told them to.

She can't just leave him out there, in the pouring rain. That wouldn't be polite.

Oh, polite can go f-

"Annabeth, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything, I-"

Percy is hunched over outside her vehicle. Annabeth wants to open the door, to let him in and kiss him, and tell him that it isn't his fault.

It's obviously her fault.

The blonde looks at him through the glass of her driver-side window. He looks, very sad, to say the least.

She reaches out her hand to oven the door, slowly, and unsteadily. What is she doing. This is stupid. She's overreacting, and throwing a huge temper tantrum.

She opens the door and Percy Immediately runs up to her, engulfing her in a hug, which makes it hard to stand up.

"No," she says, her voice wobbly. "Please stop. It's not your fault."

He pulls away, and looks down at Annabeth. "No, I shouldn't have said anything. I could have kept it to myself. You obviously don't feel the same way, and I don't want this to break us. I wouldn't bear-"

"What are you talking about? Of course I feel the same way."

Percy stops, and his expression changes to one of confusion. "Wha- What? Then why-"

Annabeth takes one of her hands out of his, wiping at her face, not knowing if it was tears or rain. It seemed to be increasing by the second, and she was now just as soaked as Percy.

"I'm just...scared, I guess. But, that's no excuse for leaving like that. I'm sorry."

Percy frowns, takes her hands in his, and Annabeth is surprised nobody seemed to be paying attention to them.

"Why are you scared?"

"I don't know. I guess I doubted that you had feelings for me, then I doubted my feelings for you, then I was like, 'love isn't real' and- it's...actually kind of stupid."

Percy shakes his head, shaking off a small bit of water in the process. "Annabeth, that's not stupid."

Annabeth continues. "And, I want to be with you, but what if we don't work out? What if I leave you, or you leave me, or you decide you don't want kids anymore, or-"

"Annabeth, I wouldn't leave you."

"I mean, that's what happened to my parents! My mom was done with me and my Dad, and just left! What if I do that? What if-"

"You're not your Mom, Annabeth."

The blonde stops talking, as Percy continues.

"You're Mom, was not a good person. She was insane to leave you like that, because you're the most amazing person I know. You're smart, and kind, and witty, and brave. And I would rather you break my heart than anybody else."

Annabeth stares up at Percy.

How could she have ever doubted Percy? The Percy who has stuck by her side since 5th grade. The Percy who helped her through all her problems, no matter how silly they could be. Her best friend. Her rock, her anchor, and just Percy.

The person she loves.

Percy's looking down at her. "I can't tell you the future, Annabeth. But I can tell you the present... that I love you."

The person who loves her.

They stare at each other. Love could be real, and if it wasn't, it didn't matter. Her and Percy were too good for it, then.

Percy cups her face with one of his hands. "Annabeth, can I-"

Annabeth jumped up and kissed him.

Percy smiles incredibly wide as he pulls away.

Annabeth smiles as well. "That was very cheesy. Cringe dare I say," she says keeping her arms wrapped around his neck. He laughs. "Well, you did kiss me. So, I guess my seduction techniques are working."

She rolls her eyes. "Oh yeah? That one you'll use on all the girls?"

It's freezing, and the both of them are soaked. It's still raining cat's and dog's, but it was perfect.

Percy rests his forehead on hers. "Nah, I think I'm done with the playboy lifestyle." Annabeth smiles. "'Playboy'? Honey, you could never."

He laughs. "Well, I found this girl. She's pretty cool, really mean though."

Annabeth laughs, smacking his arm. "Idiot."

He smiles, and coos. "Oh, but you love me."

The blonde nods. "Yeah. I kinda do."

"Now let's go, I'm freaking cold."

"Same, but did you seriously ride Estelle's bike all the way here?"

"Ugh, my thighs killing me for it."

They aren't perfect, but nobody is. Challenges will come, but they're worth it.

After all, you can't wait for the storm to pass. You have to learn to dance in the rain.

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I DON'T...THINK I OWN THE CHARACTERS. DO I?

This story is very much based on Rain, by Ben Platt.

I listened to it (for the hundredth time), and this idea came into my head, and then it just...spewed out of me. I don't know if I like it, but...yeah.

Thanks' for reading. You, are pretty cool.

See ya next time!

-Of Dogs And Chocolate