Annabeth.
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.
"What in hades…" her voice trailed off leaning over the balcony. There stood Percy, she could barely recognize him in regular clothes, but she instantly liked this better. "Percy, what are you doing here?"
"I've come to see you," he chuckled, looking up. "I can honestly say you've been on my mind since I left you."
"Oh, and why is that?" Annabeth teased.
"Well, because you're amazing and beautiful and so smart and I really, really like you." She chuckled.
"You do, huh?" Annabeth teased once more. She looked for a place to climb down, and noticed the vines that curled around the latter leading to the ground. Annabeth began to climb down jumping past vines, and making sure her feet were firmly on the ladder. As she reached the last couple steps Percy grabbed her waist helping her down.
"Thank you kind sir," she giggled.
"You're welcome," he chuckled, pushing a stray hair behind her ear, his thumb brushing against her cheek. She couldn't help but close her eyes at the touch of his warm, soft skin. A smile crept onto his face.
"Do you know what could happen if Wanita saw us?" Annabeth questioned, her eyes still closed. She placed her hand on top of his hand, which was lain across her cheek.
"Isn't that what she wants? For you to find a husband?" he joked. Annabeth slowly opened her eyes.
"Let's just say she doesn't believe you are the best choice for me," she scoffed, taking Percy's hand off her cheek. "My whole life seems to be entirely planned out for me," she turned on her heels looking at the night sky. "Ever since I was little I've attended the most lavish parties, met every famous person you could imagine, lived in a mansion, even if it's all I've ever known it isn't what I want." She crossed her arms, tears forming in her eyes. Percy stood next to her, swaying back and forth, he looked up at the sky as well.
"You know, when you see a shooting star it's another soul going to heaven?" Percy said. Annabeth looked up at him confused.
"What?" she asked raising her eyebrows, her voice full of surprise.
"It's something my mother told me when I was little," he chuckled, running his fingers through his hair. "She told me it gave me a reason to look at the stars through my window at night. But I think she really wanted me to believe in the impossible." He smiled at her.
"She is wise," she smiled back.
"Yeah, she was. She died the same year she told me that." Percy placed his hands inside his pockets.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Annabeth said, her voice full of sympathy. He shrugged still keeping a smile on his face. "If it make you feel any better my father died when I was ten…and I never knew my mother." Percy stared at her.
"No, it doesn't make me feel any better," he said his voice harsh, yet still staying quiet and soft. "that you had to go through that kind of pain. No one should ever have to go through that." Annabeth smiled knowing he cared about her feelings.
"You're right, it's not fair either of us went through that," Percy looked into her grey eyes the best he could through the darkness. Annabeth could only nod. Percy was something else, he didn't seem to care what others thought and only care for her.
"Percy Jackson, I think you are the most interesting person I've ever met." Annabeth said without a doubt in her mind.
A/N: wow I didn't even realize I was still working on this story. I'm not quite sure if I'll finish it, but I'll try.