Treacherous
"Forever going with the flow,
But you're friction.
This slope is treacherous,
This path is reckless,
This slope is treacherous,
And I like it."
Annabeth had always played it safe. In all her year's at camp, she trained hard, stuck to the rules, and never strayed from the status quo. A daughter of Athena, she knew she was intelligent, always thinking she was making the right choices. She knew what was best for her, and that was Luke. She had always looked up to him, admired him, ever since he saved her at seven years old. He was her hero.
Since that day they found her, quivering behind a giant piece of aluminum in a junkyard with nothing but a hammer, she loved him. At first in a platonic, almost brotherly way, but as she grew older, her crush intensified. He was her fate, she knew that from the get-go. Nothing was going to separate them. They were going to be together forever, he promised. They were family.
But after he disappeared, after he pledged himself to Kronos, she found herself slipping. How could she love and stay loyal to someone who abandoned her? He abandoned her. Thalia wouldn't have done this. Why did he? She could feel her love for him dimming, like a candle slowly losing oxygen, the longer they were apart from each other. They couldn't survive without each other, she knew it. After five years of being together, she knew he would come back to her. He would denounce his allegiance to Kronos and come back. He had to. He promised.
Annabeth had always played it safe… until Percy appeared in her life. He was the one. He had to be. He was the one that would take her on her first quest, the child of the Great Prophecy that had been haunting her dreams for years. His carefree attitude and her tendency to play by the rules clashed in the worst kind of way, a friction developing between the two, but she couldn't let that get in her way. She was going to make it out, to see the world, to save Luke from whatever he thought his fate was. She wouldn't let Percy's reckless tendencies ruin her grand plan. She and Luke were meant to be, she knew it.
But she seemed to be slipping down a path she didn't expect. The more time she spent with Percy, the more she began to like him, to laugh at his stupid jokes, to appreciate his prowess in battle. He was keeping her from her goal, but… she didn't seem to mind it. But still, she held herself back. Percy was her friend, just her friend, but she had a feeling that their fates were intertwined more than she'd like to admit. They grew closer, partners in battle, forever at each other's side as they defended Olympus, defended each other's lives. She could feel herself slipping. Slipping out of love with Luke, as she saw his deeds become more and more sinister, feeling nothing but… remorse, for the boy she once knew, and slipping deeper into Percy. Metaphorically, of course. She was falling for him, every time he charged into battle, Riptide raised high, taunting monsters with his floppy, black hair falling into his face, Annabeth quickly following in suit. She didn't mind following him, she decided. He wasn't a bad person to follow.
Soon, she decided to herself, that she would follow him anywhere.