Oh. Hi :) This one takes place post The Battle of the Labyrinth.
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There were things Annabeth simply loved about Percy, her best friend, and seaweed brain. In the years she'd known him, they'd been through more than any normal pair of best friends, and she had learned to love so much about her crazy battle partner.
She loved the way his sea-green eyes would sparkle when he smiled.
How he smiled his cheeky grin when he was excited.
His messy, jet black hair that went so well with his eyes.
How oblivious he'd be to the most obvious things.
The way he would always be so excited about the most normal things,
and the way he was always there comforting her, even though he didn't know it.
How when he would tell her everything would be okay, and he did his best to make sure it did.
Or the way he was willing to do anything to help her out, from muttering words of encouragement, to holding up the sky.
And how he was someone else she had let her protective walls come down for, knowing he wouldn't be the one to help raise them back up again.
And most of all, how he cared for her more than anything, though he didn't seem to notice, and always came back for her.
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There weren't as many things that Annabeth hated about Percy, just a few, but they always came up, over and over again, probably just to make her feel hopeless.
She hated the way he talked about Rachel as if she were as good a friend as Annabeth was.
Or when he asked the most irrelevant of questions.
And how he never came back for two weeks when he went to Calypso's island. She could never know whether or not it was because he was still weak, and she couldn't ever bring herself to ask.
How he never noticed that she had feelings for him, even after she kissed him at Mount. St. Helen's.
And most of all, how he seemed to be slipping away from her, with every passing day, closer and closer to the horrible fate of that damned prophecy, so that she would lose someone else she let her walls come down for.
There were a lot of things Percy loved about Annabeth, his best friend and wise strategist. In the years he'd known her, they'd been through more than any normal pair of best friends, and he had learned to love so much about his witty battle partner.
He loved how she would gaze at him with her strikingly intense gray eyes.
And how her smile could send all worries to hell.
Her golden locks, and how they shined in the sun.
Or when she called him Seaweed Brain. Though he pretended to hate it, he secretly loved that he was the only one she'd nicknamed.
And when she went all dreamy about architecture. He got bored with her explanations, but having a look so excited on her face always gave him a special feeling.
How she was witty, and funny and not serious like her siblings.
How she knew the tallest architectural building of every state and city, and all their attributes.
How she could make his body so warm with just a single touch.
And most of all, how she was always there, fighting alongside with him, him protecting her, and her protecting him.
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There weren't as many things Percy hated about Annabeth, just a few, but they always came up, over and over again, probably just to make him feel hopeless.
He hated the way she, felt so strongly about Luke, despite what he had put her through.
How she would always ramble about saving Luke. He changed, and wouldn't be coming back anytime soon.
How she would tell him everything, but would always change the subject when it came to the prophecy.
Or how it seemed as though she didn't care as much for him as he did her. When she walked away after the Battle of the Labyrinth, with such ease, while he was wincing with every step she took,
And most of all, how it seemed that he wouldn't make the right decision next year, and she wouldn't be with him anymore. The fate of the world hung heavily on his shoulders, but the world would mean nothing to him without Annabeth.