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Chapter 2, Percy's POV:
I sat in my room, lying on my bed. Not a typical Friday night. I usually would have been out right now or saving my life from monsters in an alley, but all I wanted to do at the moment was talk to a certain someone. And, there was nothing more frustrating than not being able to put my finger on exactly who I wanted to speak to.
I stared at the ceiling naming off all the people far away from me, determined to put an end to my constant thoughts.
Grover…no I spoke to him a couple weeks ago.
Chiron? Blackjack, my pet Pegasus?
Annabeth?
I felt like a bell rand in my head.
I missed her and it was useless trying to avoid it. The last time I had saw her, she didn't even bother to look back. I knew she was going through a rough time, but I coudlnt' help but remember her last promise to keep in touch. The least she could have done was send me a short iris message or drop a phone call.
I almost felt unexplainable anger rushing through my veins the more I thought about it. Why did Annabeth act that way? Why did she leave like that on Half Blood Hill? More and more thoughts flooded my head and I realized my fists were clenched.
I might had dug through my skin, but the phone suddenly rang and I snapped out of my thoughts.
"Hello?" I answered it.
"Percy?" A girl's voice spoke through the receiver. "Hey, It's Rachel. How are you?"
I mentally sighed. It wasn't that I didn't want to talk to her, but I hadn't been expecting her call.
"Hey, so…I gotta go finish that English report." I told Rachel after nearly fice minutes of talking.
"Sure," She said. "I'll call you later."
I hung up. Talking to Rachel usually got my mind off of my worries from camp, but this time it just wasn't working. It only made me miss Annabeth more, and it was killing me.
"Percy!" My mom called from the kitchen.
"What is it?" I yelled back, making it clear that I wasn't in the mood.
"There's a letter her for you. It's from the Chase family…Oh, it's Annabeth!"She said.
I didn't realize it when my heart picked up as thoughts started racing through my head. I would have gotten caught up in the thought that Annabeth finally made some attempt at communication with me, when I heard the sound of the envelope ripping.
Was my mom opening the letter? I jumped off my bed and snatched the half open letter from my mom before she could read it. I didn't know why I hadn't wanted her to see it, but the thought out the letter saying something…personal; just between me and Annabeth, made me cautious.
"Sorry, mom," I told her, "I want to be the first to read it!" I said making the lame excuse before shutting the door to my room behind me. I thought I heard my mom chuckle but I was too busy staring at the document in front of me to give it a second thought.
It had two stamps in the top right corner, with pictures of owls on them. There was no mistake that this was sent personally from Annabeth. In blue ink, in the center of the envelope, my address was printed in her hand writing. I slowly took the letter out, noticing that it was folded perfectly.
I might have looked like an idiot with a huge smile on my face when I saw the long letter in Ananbeth's hand writing, but I was past caring. I found myself reading each word carefully.
Dear seaweed brain…
…
Your best friend, Annabeth Chase (a.k.a. wise girl)
Even after finishing the letter, and reading it over twice to make sure I hadn't missed anything due to my dyslexia, I still couldn't take my eyes off the letter. I didn't know what got into me, but the next thing I knew, I was sitting at my desk with the nearest pencil and scratch paper I could get my hands on.
Dear wise girl,
Thanks for your letter. It's the first thing since last summer that's actually seemed important. I gotta admit that I was getting worried about hearing from you.
I have about a million questions for you too, but chill because I won't ask you all of them right now.
Well my school is really stupid. It's boring. I hate sitting through algebra.
Alright, so, there's a lot you should you know. My birthday? It was okay. It was just a small partywith my mom and Paul. Nico stopped by to tell me he had a plan about how to stop kronos but then we both pretty much figured out it would never work…so, plan number 1:failure.
My dad stopped by. (Yeah…I'm talking about Poseidon). He gave me some info and a sand dollar, but what really matters was that he acknowledged me, you know? He said I was his favorite son. I don't really know why I'm telling you, but you always have some insight on gods, right? Do you think he's just saying that?
Anyway, if you really care, I didn't invite Rachel.
Besides, Wise Girl, did you really expect me invite Rachel over while you were at camp working?
Even as I wrote, I couldn't help but think of the real reason I hadn't invited Rachel. The truth was that I didn't want to get any closer to Rachel than I already had these past couple of months. I wasn't a genius when it came to this stuff, but I knew that Annabeth wouldn't have been the happiest if I was with Rachel all the time and the only thing I really wanted was for everything to get better between us.
Frustrated with all of my thoughts, I began writing exactly what I knew I had wanted to tell her without really thinking.
Annabeth, I don't know why I'm writing this, but I just want to tell you that there in NOTHING between me and Rachel. I'm just starting to know her. I'm just telling you because, well, because, you're my friend, Annabeth.
You know, if you actually spend time with her, I think you guys could be friends. (I'm not defending her! I just want the best for you!)
I stopped writing to read back what I had just written. Staring at the stuff I had just written didn't seem like it was written to a friend.
I felt the same dreaded thoughts re-entering my head as I tried to understand why everything had suddenly gotten so complicated. I was determined to change the topic once I had finished answering Annabeth about her explanation for Half Blood Hill.
Annabeth, I know you care. I know what you were going through on Half Blood Hill that day and you don't have to explain it to me. I understand how you felt about everything happening with…you know, Luke and everything.
It's great to hear everything at camp it going well. I knew you'd do great taking care of Chiron. I wasn't worried about it for a second.
My pencil dragged on the page, and for a second, I thought that maybe, just maybe, I could bring up the topic of Luke. Everytime I tried to talk to Annabeth about him she would shut me up. I took a deep breath attempting to try and start a conversation about Luke hoping that it would be different if I wrote it down. It was worth a shot, and I wrote:
You're right; everything seems so boring now, considering all the things we have been through together in the Labyrinth. I mean…Luke almost turned into Kronos- nothing can get more interesting than that.
So, do you think Luke is still there somewhere inside? Do you think Luke is still Luke? I'm asking because you just seem to know where he is all the time. It's like you know what's happening to him day and night. Just like the way you knew he wasn't dead after Thalia pushed him off of Mt. Tam.
It wasn't easy writing everything that annoyed me, but I kept writing.
Don't forget to reply, Wise Girl. It'll probably be the first thing I'll look forward to since last summer.
I'm trying to stay out of trouble, but half bloods are like magnets that just attract trouble… so yeah. Anyway, take care of yourself too, Annabeth!
Love,
Seaweed Brain.
I carefully folded up the letter, when a really strange, and almost awkward thought popped into my head. For some reason I found myself opening up the letter to erase "Love seaweed brain."
Where the eraser marks were, I printed out "The one and only, Seaweed Brain" instead.
I refolded carefully before heading to my mom.
"So," I said, as casually as I could while extending out the letter to my mom. "Can I mail this to Annabeth?"
"Put a stamp on it and I'll mail it tonight." She said simply enough, but I couldn't get over the fact that she was smiling.
"What?" I asked
"Aren't you going to let me read the letter?"
I looked down awkwardly and I found myself thinking about what it said about Rachel, and Annabeth leaving me on Half Blood Hill, and just about everything else that had become tense between me and Annabeth.
I did my best avoiding her question by flipping through the piles of papers on the counter looking for a stamp.
"It's alright, Percy. I'll get you to admit it later." She got up and kissed the top of my head as she exited the kitchen. Sometimes, even I couldn't, understand the things she could see through.
"Admit what?" I asked, calling down the hall but my mom had already left with my letter in her hands.
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