Chapter 2
Percy POV:
I was up the whole night watching random ass videos of dogs sneezing and the like. I missed Annabeth so I called her but she yelled at me for waking her up. But I'm going to go over anyway so she has no choice but to wake up. I'm gonna take her out for waffles because waffles are fabulous. She better be satisfied, I do so much for her. Agreed, I do a lot of it so that I always have her attention.
You see my problem, I'm helplessly and hopelessly in love with my best friend. It isn't really my fault she's so perfect. Her hair's always falls in flawless blonde princess curls, she's always wearing clothes that suit her (which isn't saying anything at all because everything suits her). She's my first priority tied with my mum, and she's amazing and sweet and cute and mean all at the same time. And I love it.
I get up, take a shower, and dress in a green sweatshirt that Annabeth said brings out my eyes and ever since it's been my favourite and black skinny jeans. I tried to pull a comb through my hair, but my hair stayed stubbornly messy. I got out of my room, kissed my mum on the cheek, and left out the door. Annabeth lived right opposite so I reached there in front of their doorstep in about 5 seconds.
I was about to ring the bell when Annabeth opened it and closed it subtly. She looked perfect again. She had big owl earrings on and a really pretty light blue sweater with black skinny jeans. Her hair was up in a ponytail, with little tendrils framing her face.
'Let's go?' she asked. I nodded wordlessly and slung an arm around her shoulders and lead the way.
.Along the way she started talking about how her dad didn't even acknowledge her when she entered the living room to tell him that she was going out for breakfast. I wrapped my arms around her neck from behind, but kept walking. My consolation of 'he's just grieving' would be of no use because he couldn't use that excuse for 12 years straight. Now that she was seventeen, she was used to it but it still troubled her a bit. I didn't say anything but pulled her closer to me to show that I was here and I cared. She leaned into me and I suddenly understood why people mistook us for a couple. We reached the local waffles place and I turned to look at her. 'Wanna laugh and complain about our misery inside?' I said, in a jokingly cheery town. She shook her head at me slightly with a smile on her face that made me feel things I didn't know I could, and said, 'Let's do it.'