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September 15, 1961.

Watching a girl like Annabeth sleep is surely an experience. I've watched friends fall asleep, but it was never like this. She insisted to sleep away from me because she didn't want to disrupt my sleeping (but in all honesty, when she's with me, I can't think straight).

We've become a couple, as crazy as it seems. Nobody knows, but I wish they have. It seems a little strange, but something's drawing us together.

September 18, 1961.

Percy Jackson. Percy-freaking-Jackson. I turned my face toward him, focusing on his flustered expression. "Annabeth, could this be forever?" I looked down at my hands, folded around a book. His eyes diverted from mine, surely embarrassed over what he had said. "What do you mean?"

"Where I'm with you, and you're sleeping all over my room but my bed and calling me a dork. I think I'd like that." I felt my cheeks flush. He was... something else. I couldn't quite point it out, but something about him made me squeal like a little girl. When he wakes, his hair is so messy, but his messiness can't make me even slightly bothered with him. When he's late, I don't mind. I'm vulnerable with him. He makes my knees weak.

"I think I'd like that, but nothing goes quite right unless it's a fairytale, and we're far from that." His eyes sparkled as he laughed, gently pulling one of my hands from the book into his. "Don't be so naive." I leaned into him this time, and as his lips met mine, I felt myself wanting more. I nearly dropped the book I was holding so tightly, hungrily kissing him to repress the urge. His lips were delicate, adding passion to the mix like he'd been practicing for years. I smiled, closing my eyes and leaning myself closer to him, carefully forcing him to the wall opposite of myself. "Annabeth," he mumbled, practically gasping for breath. I tilted my head away from his. "Not now," he whispered. "I'd rather anything further than this be special." I smiled, releasing my hand from his neck. He passionately pulled me into an embrace, resting his cheek on my head. "I love you," he said, grazing his thumb delicately on my shoulder blade in a circular motion. I- I love you too," I stuttered, generally surprised by the statement.

Never have I met a boy that didn't feel the need to pressure me. Never have I met a boy that told me he loved me before today. Maybe it was because I've always been more interested in my books, but I haven't been able to pick up a story since I've been here. He's addicting, and it makes me cringe thinking so.

September 20, 1961.

She was destined to leave yesterday. That's what her plane ticket said, at least. We'd talked about it to our parents and she's staying until Christmas. I sat down with my mom while Annabeth was outside and told her I couldn't live without her. Annabeth's father agreed since he was out of town on a business trip, to which Annabeth told me wasn't a normal endeavor. And I was happy, regardless of what happens, because she is my happiness.

September 21, 1961.

"I'm pretty sure that's not how you're supposed to do that," I said, pulling the string to my kite, guiding it away from hers. "It's going to fall to the ground." She smiled, looking up at her kite, barely above ground. "It's alright, I'm not going to break it!" she shouted from a little ways away. I bit my lip, watching her kite almost crash into the ground. She laughed, looking straight at me. "Mind giving me a hand, loser?" I smiled. "Yeah, just give me a minute to safely bring my kite back to me," I said sarcastically, guiding my kite towards the ground. It landed perfectly, as expected.

I wrapped my arms around her, placing my hands over hers and resting my head against hers. I explained to her everything I knew about flying a kite (like it was the most complicated maneuver ever) to have an excuse to hold her. I could tell she wasn't listening to me, and it didn't bug me at all. I kissed the top of her head as we brought it down together.

"So," she finally said, "You do this often?" "Um, no" I said as sarcastically as possible, "I'm just a professional at landing kites. I have my Ph.D. in kite landing, didn't you know that?" She laughed, (although it was probably a pity laugh in all honesty) gathering the fabric of my shirt between her fingers. "Sure, Percy." she said before kissing me. "I love you." I kissed her back. "I love you too, you loser."

I'd known her for four entire months. In four months, I'd become a different person. A loving one. I'd introduced her to my friends in July. One of my closest friends elbowed me while she talked to another and said, "You know, you don't deserve a girl like her," and I smiled and said, "I know, I don't know why she's remotely interested in me, but she's definitely the one." He rolled his eyes at me. "You're, first of all, younger than her. And you're not even in your twenties. My 'Ma didn't get married until she was 25, and you expect me to believe you're going to marry 'er?" I nodded, suppressing my smile, "I just know. When you get the feeling, you'll know too. Get off my back, will 'ya? I know you're just jealous." He laughed audibly, holding his current girlfriend more sexually than I was comfortable with. "Alright, whatever 'ya say, lover boy."

Thomas had sex with most of his girlfriends as earliest as the first date. Girls, undoubtedly, were very attracted to him, only for the reason that he had a nice car and he knew how to seduce a girl pretty easily. I, on the other hand, usually didn't have much luck. He'd never gotten a girl quite like Annabeth, which makes me think he was jealous.

"Annabeth?" I asked, inches from her face. "What do you want?" she joked, pushing herself off of me. "I'm glad you wanted to stay here with me through the holidays. I would've missed you quite a lot." She looked off above my shoulder, concentrating more on something behind me rather than my statement. "Percy," she asked, looking back at me. "I'm glad you let me stay here with you past the holidays. I would've been lonely without you." Her cheeks turned a light pink, as did mine. "You're cute, Annabeth. I think I want you here more than you do." She rolled her eyes. "Fight me, Perseus."