Jeez. It's been a LONG while since I updated. Well. Here it is then amigos. Eternally sorry! I'm just running out of ideas :/ Oh and someone mentioned the Achilles curse. Mind if I forget that for a couple seconds? :P Sorry!
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Cast
Percy sat on his bed, in the Poseidon cabin, staring down at his cast wrapped arm. It was covered in colorful signatures from his friends less than an hour after he'd put it on. He'd realized that in all his years of monster slaying and training, he's never once broken a bone before now. But he guessed the Fates decided that now was the time.
Regretfully, he hadn't broken his arm fighting. He and Grover had been walking in the forest, just catching up, and he'd tripped on a tree root. The stupid dryad only laughed and told him to watch where he was going while he groaned and held his injured arm to his chest.
Of course the rest of the camp could continue to assume that he broke it in a lethal fight with a hydra. Whatever. A quick knock on his door shook him from his reverie, "Come in!" he called absently.
"Hey, Seaweed Brain." Annabeth said, smiling, as she walked to where he sat on the bed. "How's your arm?" she asked. He shrugged, "Heavy." He muttered.
Annabeth knew how it had happened, but swore she wouldn't tell. Plopping down beside him on his bed, she leaned her head on his shoulder. They were breaking the whole, "no boy and girl alone in a cabin" thing, but who cared? They weren't doing anything.
"Hey Percy, can I sign it?" She asked, looking at the signatures on it. Percy looked at her intently, and shook his head, "Nope."
She rolled her eyes, exasperated, "And why not?" she asked. He just shook his head. "Because I don't want your signature on my cast." He said simply.
She grew frustrated, "And why don't you want my signature?" she said, folding her arms, and looking past his face. He put his hand on her cheek, and made her look at him. She glared at him.
"Casts are temporary, you're already signed on my heart." He answered, smiling faintly, "Permanently."
She groaned. "Oh gods, when did you become all disgustingly cheesy." But smiled nonetheless. He grinned, planting a peck on her cheek.