A/N: So I'm not really sure what happened here, but it's something, which is better than nothing - which is precisely what I've been giving you for what?, the past few WEEKS? School started for me last week, so I've been "enjoying" homework and all the great benefits that come along with it, including less time to write or YouTube or anything, really.
Over the summer we had to read A House on Mango Street. I didn't particularly like the writing style, although I understand how many people enjoyed the book - so please no hate. But I've gotten that style sort of in my head, so this is a sort of House on Mango street style one-shot. However, I know a LOT of people don't like the House on Mango Street style of writing, so I wrote a second one-shot (that I will be posting in a minute or so) and it's kind of weird and random and stuff. Also: if you haven't read HoMS, disregard everything I said and enjoy!
Disclaimer: Rick Riordan would be weirded out by this. Therefore, it is not his work - it is mine, a lowly commoner who will never live up to the great standard of RR. I'm so tired. I don't know what I'm doing. ENJOY. NOT MINE - DON'T SUE. Please. :)
Chapter 7: His name was Percy
His name was Percy.
Her name was Annabeth.
He had black hair. She had blonde.
He liked to swim. And skateboard. And not do homework. She liked to read. And research. And skydive.
He liked coffee. She liked tea.
He was an only child. She had two step-brothers.
His mom was engaged to his High School teacher (how weird was that?). Her dad had remarried a long time ago.
His name was Percy.
Her name was Annabeth.
And one day they met. She was under a great big oak tree, enjoying the shade. Her (albeit slightly tan) complexion didn't do well in the blinding Californian heat. She was reading. One of those all-too-good books that you can't stop reading, for fear of not knowing the ending. It was about a cat. And a mango. And a pair of jeans. But it was really good.
He was hanging with his buddies, on the grass. Feeling the warmth of the sun on his shoulders and back. Joking. Tossing around a football. HEY JASON, a girl yelled. It was Jason's girlfriend. Piper McLean, with a superstar dad and a super cute smile that Jason never shut up about. Her smile is like a thousand sunflowers. Happy. Sunny. Bright. He said. Wouldn't that mean it's yellow too? Percy had once joked. He'd gotten a black eye and a sour look from Jason for the next two weeks. Apparently they were in love. Or something.
There were boys. Fooling around with a football. Tumbling in the grass like it was the first time they'd ever been outside. Annabeth shrunk away from them, focusing on her book. It was good. Maybe her favourite of all time. But Piper would get mad at her for saying that, because Piper was a huge fandom girl. Harry Potter. The Maze Runner.
He walked up to her, because he'd read that book and his friends had dispersed—all to see their girlfriends or late to class or I'm hungry or I need to pee. It was his favourite book. About a cat. And a mango. And some jeans. But it was good, like really, really good.
He smiled at her and Annabeth wasn't sure what to do. Ignore? Chat? Say something funny? What was funny to boys, anyway? Beside fart jokes and immature sex jokes and innuendos and stupid stuff. Hey she said. Hey he said.
And then he said something funny. And she laughed. And she said something funnier back. About freaking assassin mermaids. There was an explosion of laughter.
They didn't see each other for two weeks. She'd been avoiding him. She and Piper had done recon and found his twitter, Instagram, and Facebook. She'd laughed when she'd heard he had Facebook. Facebook is for old people, Annabeth said. We are the old people, Piper reminded her, waving her empty wallet in the air and putting her Student ID on top of it. Now she had a crush on him. A godforsaken crush on him. And she didn't even know him.
He'd been seeking her out—trying to find her somewhere. Do you know this blonde girl? He asked. But he didn't know her name so that was useless. And then he saw her. Across the room one day while he was eating lunch. HEY! He called out. She turned her head and he could've sworn he saw a blush cross her elegant features.
Go out with me? He asked. Sure. She said.
His mom was married to his high school teacher—say what?! Her dad remarried long ago.
He was an only child. She had two step-brothers.
He liked coffee. She liked tea.
He liked to swim. And skateboard. And not do homework. She liked to read. And research. And skydive.
He had black hair. She had blonde.
His name was Percy.
Her name was Annabeth.
A/N: That was neither cute nor fluffy and nor will the next one be. So, you know, apologies. I'll try to work on something cute and Percabeth for you guys, but no promises because then you'll get your hopes up and I'll post a paragraph about logs in, like, 2017 and everyone will hate me.
Sorry about my rambling. GOOD BYE!
P.S. You're fabulous
- StrawberryofLife -
xoxo