Chp 5
Annabeth's POV

Percy and I had been together and had had frequent dates for the past three weeks and a half. It was my turn to plan a date. We had kissed a few times but only ever slight pecks.

I smiled as I reached Percy's house and saw him sitting on his front steps. He was wearing jeans, vans and a clue shirt that brought out the specks of blue in his eyes. He stood up and walked to the car. He opened the door and got in. He leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Hiya." He said.

I chuckled and started to drive. "Hey, how are you?" I asked. "Good and you?" He asked. "Great thanks." We made small chit chat as I drove to the strawberry fields. When we reached the bottom of the hill, I parked and we got out.

We walked up the hill and he smiled when we reached the top. I looked down at the unchanged field of strawberries. He laced our fingers and I looked at him with a smile. "Come." I said, pulling him down the hill. We went down, me carrying our basket of food.

The moon was already up. When we reached the open field, I put down our basket and we walked hand in hand to the strawberry fields. We picked a couple, putting them in a basket. We returned to our basket and lay the blanket on the ground.

We sat down and started to eat the food. "You know, you're not bad at cooking yourself." He said, making me chuckle. "It's just sandwiches." I said, rolling my eyes. He smiled and chewed his last bite. He lay on his back and let out a sigh, looking at the sky.

I grabbed the container with the strawberries and lay down next to him. We propped ourselves on our elbows and each had some. When it came to the last one we looked at it for a while. "You can have it." I said, pushing the container to him.

He chuckled. "It could be the best strawberry you've ever had?" He said. He held it up. "We'll share it. You have the first bite." He said. I smiled and took a bite off the end. He ate the rest and put the container back in the basket.

I lay on my back and he lay on his stomach, looking down at me. We just looked at each other for a while. "You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen." He said, rubbing my cheek with his thumb. I smiled and gave a little chuckle. He smiled and leaned down, kissing me.

I kissed him back. We pulled away just so our lips weren't touching. I didn't want it wouldn't be like all the other kisses, so I kissed him again. He kissed me back, an open mouthed kiss. It was so much better than I dreamed.

It didn't matter that there were stars above us, or the sweet strawberry fields. All that mattered was him. He deepend the kiss, making me feel all tingly. He pulled away and said, "Would it ruin this moment if I told you you're lips taste like strawberries?" I laughed and so did her. He captured my lips in his one more time before lying on his back again.

I cuddled into his side, looking up at the sky. "You know, my dad used to take me up to this camping site. We used to row to the middle of the lake and look up at the sky." He said.

I looked at him. "What happened that made him stop?" I asked. I knew it was probably a sensitive subject but he let out a sigh and I could see him just searching the stars. "He died out at sea when I was six." He said. I just looked at him from his side profile. I laced our fingers and gave his hand an encouraging squeeze.

"My mom died in a car accident when I was eight." I said. He turned his head to look at me, and I gave him a little smile. "We weren't very close." I said, looking up at the stars. "But I remember her taking me to get ice cream every Sunday. Even when I got in trouble the one week at school for making a girl in my class cry." I said, smiling at the memory.

He chuckled. "Turns out you aren't allowed to throw a smoothie at someone that says they saw my dad with another lady." I said, and looked back to him. His smile fell and he just gave me that sad look. I shook my head. "Don't give me that look." I said, taking my hand back.

"What look?" He asked. "That look that means 'I'm sorry your mom died and I'm going to treat you like your different'." I said. He took his fingers and moved my face so I would look at him.

"Hey, I lost a parent too. And then my mom married someone who ended up being abusive and a drunk. And then he died and my mom married my teacher and they are happily married. It all turned out good." He said, rubbing my cheek gently with his thumb.

My chunk of anger dissolved and I calmed down. "I know how painful the word sorry is." He said. He pulled me into his arms and we just sat there for a while. "I think this is one of the best dates we have had." He said, as we walked back to the car, hand in hand. I chuckled. "And what were you saying about not being allowed to plan a date?" I asked, smirking at him.

He chuckled and put the stuff in the boot. He joined me at the drivers side and leaned in. I leaned against the car as he kissed me. I returned the kiss and he pulled away, giving a smile before walking to his side of the car. We jumped in and went to his house.

I got out the car with him and we walked to his front door. He unlocked it and opened the door, standing in the doorway. "So we'll chat tomorrow." I said, him rubbing his thumb on my knuckles as we held hands.

He smiled and nodded. He cupped my cheek and kissed me, and I returned it. He gave me an open mouthed kiss and I leaned into him. He pulled away and stepped into his house. "Bye." He said, I gave a wave and he closed the door. It was closed literally two seconds before he opened it. "What the hell." He said, with a smirk on his face and he pulled me in, us both chuckling.