Life doesn't hurt until you think about how much things have changed, who you've lost along the way, and how much of it was your fault.
Annabeth.
Annabeth was sick. She was sick of people, she was sick of her life, she was sick of everything. For the past two days she was stuck in her bedroom listening to the same song over and over, crying. I wasn't like her to just cry, but she was upset, mad, angry, every emotion there could be. Except happy. A knock on her door interrupted her thoughts.
"Anna, please come out. You need some fresh air and we should talk." Wanita said softly.
"Why should I talk to you?" She sniffed, her nose stuffed from her never ending tears. "You are the one who made this stupid party happen. I wouldn't be in my room right now if it weren't for that stupid party! God, I hate my life."
Annabeth threw her pillow at the door, making Wanita stumbled back from the noise it made. She could hear Wanitas footsteps walking away from the door. She had won, but Wanita was still right-she needed to get out. Annabeth grabbed her bag and keys and climbed out the window.
Annabeth wasn't one for sneaking out, but she couldn't face Wanita after what she had said. Annabeth had always enjoyed driving. She felt free. When she was younger she and Wanita would visit the Parthenon in the fall. It was an hour drive, but Annabeth would put her headphones on and stare out the window. She loved the feeling on her skin from the open window. She still enjoyed it. Her nose was still stuffed, so this time she couldn't enjoy the smell of the newly fallen rain.
So many thoughts had rushed into her head at once. Mostly they involved Percy. She didn't understand why she was so hung up on this one guy. This one beautiful, sweet, kind, caring guy. But she knew she would never see him again. She didn't even know his last name. Pathetic. She was dreaming about a guy whom she knew nothing about. She was even more pathetic for crying over him. Annabeth wiped the newly forming tears streaming down her cheeks. Not even a visit to The Parthenon could brighten her day.
Percy.
Percy knew he shouldn't be feeling this strongly for someone after he'd only spent no more than two hours with her. She was on his mind throughout his morning classes. His professors looked him funny like he had a strange look on his face. Which he probably did, considering his thoughts about Annabeth. He could just imagine their future together. He never thought he could feel this way about someone. He wanted to be with her every second of every day.
"Percy, do you think you could at least look like you're interested in what I have to say?" Percy's professor slid his reading glass down his nose. Percy nodded, twirling his pencil in embarrassment from all the people staring at him. He knew this feeling wouldn't go away unless he did something about it. His professor dismissed the class. Percy's ADHD mind couldn't handle another three classes, he decided to skip out on the rest of the day.
"Hey, Percy. Wait." Daphne grabbed his arm before he could run from her. "How are you? You looked a little out of it during class." She intertwined her arm and his. He shrugged her arm out of his, placing his hands at his side.
"I'm fine," He replied coldly, jogging away from her. Percy didn't like Daphne, he never did. She had taken an interest in him when the studied one night for finals. He didn't realize she had taken a liking to him until she kissed him without notice one day last fall at the local coffee shop. He had told her many times he was interested, but Daphne couldn't take a hint. But neither could he sometimes.
Percy needed to clear his head. Driving. It was funny how whenever something went bad, his mind went to the feeling of the sun on his face, and the cool breeze of newly formed rain on his cheeks. He grabbed his keys from his backpack and ran.
Annabeth.
One thing that confused Annabeth the most was that she always wanted to be home. No matter how much she complained and carried on, she loved it. She knew she would love her own home as much as she loved the one she's in now.
Wanita had fallen asleep on the couch, when Annabeth walked in the door. She thanked whatever god was listening at the moment, and crept upstairs. She threw her coat on her bedroom floor and dropped on the bed. Her eyes soon became heavy, they were begging her to sleep, but something interrupted her sleep. A tapping noise coming from the window.
Annabeth pushed herself off the bed and made her way towards the window. She opened it and stepped out onto the balcony. She found herself looking down at her own true Romeo.
A/N: Hope you likes. (;
-demigodgirl1