*only a memory
I clutched my stomach, feeling like throwing up. Percy looked at me quizzically, making me want to cry. It was three weeks since we got the letter for him to leave, and it was a week before he was going to be leaving. Since I found out, I've been freaking out. I'm eating all the time, and it's always random things.
Like pizza with a twix bar.
Oh, and I can't even drink my way out of this. The taste of vodka makes me want to puke, and don't even get me started on how my best friend's, Miranda, smoky apartment makes me bring air freshner every time I see her.
This is torture.
"Annabeth, you haven't felt good for weeks. What's wrong?" Percy looked at me worriedly, and I bit my lip, not knowing what to say. I had no idea what was wrong with me. I pulled off a brave smile as if I didn't know he was moving in a week to Hawaii.
It was hard to think of. I mean, we've never really been apart. We went to college together. We lived only blocks away during high school. He came with me to California, and he moved in with me after an insanely long year, that felt more like ten.
How could I manage to ever live without him? I've never gotten the chance- and never wanted to.
I didn't know what to tell him. The truth would be: "Well, my boyfriend of about ten years is leaving me in California while he's going to Hawaii, and I love him more than anything. Oh, and I feel sick!"
But I couldn't say that.
"Remember, I just started that new Birth Control. My body just isn't used to it," I shrugged, not really believing it myself. But Percy nodded, like he always did.
He didn't like to talk about woman things. Ever. Sure, he'll pick up the birth control or tampons if needed, but he won't talk about them. He just doesn't want to understand. I don't mind. If anything, I like it. It gives me an excuse when I am keeping a secret or something, not that I really ever do.
I smiled at him, trying not to think about how he was leaving.