When I made it back to the cabin, I was out of breath. I never was too good at running. Annabeth was sitting at her computer laughing. When she saw me, she smiled. "Amanda! This is so awesome! Oh my gods this is hilarious!"
I smiled, walking over to the computer. I found her reading Annabeth's Spidery Skrimish by My Name is Maxx. I smiled, because I had always liked this one. "Nice first choice," I said. Annabeth began to go for chapter two, but I suddenly realized that maybe she wasn't ready for that. "Wait!" I said, suddenly.
She looked up at me. "Yeah?"
"Umm," I stammered, "there's a lot more stuff to read, maybe you can come back to this later."
She thought, and looked like she was about to decline my offer, but she must've known there was something that I didn't want her to see, so she agreed.
With a sigh of relief, I let her read My Crazy Summer by Aechiles. She took a while to read that one, considering how long it was.
After ten minutes, I was completely bored. Do you know how boring it is to watch someone read? Quite! I got up and wandered around the cabin, looking for something to do. The clock up above the library said 7:45, so I guessed that we had fifteen minutes until dinner started. I groaned, having a headache from being so bored and flopped onto my bunk.
I guess I sort of conked out, because when I woke up, the cabin was empty. I stood up, staggering in my rush. Looking at the clock, I saw it was 9:00.
"Oh, thank you, dear family for waking me up!" I said sarcastically to myself. I looked around the dark cabin, wondering whether I should go outside or just wait for everyone else. Looking around, I noticed a movement on the bunk on top of mine. Cautiously, I stepped closer and peered over the railing. Sitting in the bunk was Annabeth with a tear-stained face. "Annabeth?" I whispered.
Annabeth sniffled. She was crying about something. Something must be troubling her.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
Annabeth couldn't speak; she only lifted her finger to point at the computer. I suddenly had an idea, and I prayed I was wrong.
I ran to the laptop and scrolled up to the history button. Looking at all of the fictions she read, I felt like fainting. She had read every Percabeth story there was, starting with Yes by lilmd30, consisting of A Frosty Winter by CrayolaMarkers, which was one of my personal favorites, and to top it off, at the very end of the list was My Twisted Romance by annabethandpercy4eva.
Annabeth stumbled down from her bunk. "What's Percabeth?" she asked fearfully.
I didn't respond. This must've been the worst first day in the history of first days at camp.
My silence answered all of Annabeth's questions. "Is it that obvious?" she wailed. "How do these people tell?"
I closed my eyes. "You did kiss him," I said in a small voice.
Annabeth began to cry. "I thought I would never see him again! That prophecy made it clear that… that I would lose someone that I loved!"
"Annabeth," I said softly. "It's okay…"
"How do you know?" she asked, but not in a hurtful way. "He doesn't love me back, that's pretty obvious."
My mouth dropped open. "Listen," I said, now kind of amused. "I have read the book series four times now. I don't think that there is any other half-blood out there that is more of an expert than me!"
Annabeth wiped her eyes. "Than you must know for sure that he just likes me as a friend."
I almost exploded into giggles. "He's head over heels in love with you! Do you remember that thing in A Frosty Winter about Calypso? He did wash up on Calypso's island—"
Annabeth burst into a fresh set of tears when I said this. "It's official," she said, "He must have found someone else then."
I shook my head fast. "No," I said. "He wanted to stay a little bit, but what brought him back was… was the thought of you in danger."
Her jaw hit the floor. "He… he did?"
"YES!" I laughed.
Annabeth was silent for a moment. She didn't know what to do. And then… then… then she screamed and pulled me into her arms.
"He did?!" she asked. "He really did?"
"Ye-es," I said, suffocating.
She screamed even louder, acting giddier than a daughter of Aphrodite.
"Annabeth," I finally croaked.
She looked down, overwhelmed with joy. "Yeah?" she asked.
I pointed to the door, where all of our brother's and sister were staring at us, holding their newly captured flag.
Annabeth stopped. "Oh…" she said. She stepped away timidly and shut down her computer as if nothing had happened.
"Umm," said Malcolm, "Are we interrupting something… weird?"
"You bet," I said smiling.
The cabin murmured for a minute or so, and then went to their normal activities, trying to block out what happened. I sat at my desk to got cracking at a novel I was working on, but I found a folded paper there instead. It said:
Meet me at the beach at midnight. Tell me everything.
-Annabeth
I looked up at the clock. 9:30. That gave me some time. I got up and paced the room, watching people at their desks writing and sculpting or drawing out war maps. Finally, I lay down on my bed, following the example of some of the other kids in the room. My watch was set to 11:55 when it would vibrate and wake me up.
Slowly, I drifted to sleep and dreamed of Percy and Annabeth in an Olympian hall. Annabeth was wearing a long flowing gown and Percy was wearing a tux. They were slow dancing. I thought this dream would be a good one is their faces grew closer… closer… and they were about to meet.
BUUZZZZZZZZZZZZ went my watch.
I freaked out, ad felt like throwing my watch in the lake, but restrained myself. The bunk above me was empty. Quickly, I brushed my hair back and left the room. Annabeth would be waiting.
I wish I had known that I would never go back in that cabin again.