Disclaimer: I am not Rick Riodan
She never had really wanted anyone before. And she never wanted anyone to want her. Her head was so full of other troubles and worries that any other feelings seemed pointless. Ridiculous, even. In fact, Annabeth never could recall any childhood crush until he came along. Luke, one of the reasons she still lived. And ultimately one of the banes of her existence. Because she did want him, despite those little annoying factors like the fact he was too old for her, or the fact he had feelings for Thalia... yes, those were just hindrances that could be set aside.
With Luke, only the big things mattered. She could overlook the dark glints in his seemingly flawless eyes, she could forget about the way he'd talk about his dad with unquenchable rage. No, those little issues didn't make a fact that he always stood up for her, fought for her, cared for her- would perhaps even die for her- that was what was important. Or at least that was what Annabeth thought.
And then he walked into her life and knocked her flat off her feet. It infuriated Annabeth because she thought she had it all planned out- a plan worthy of Athena- that someday she and Luke would admit the feelings they had for each other and somehow get over their grief and be...content, even happy? She hadn't got to that part yet. But then he stumbled to the top of the hill, a poor kid who'd just lost the one who held his tangled life together, and turned her little perfect plan upside down. Not at first, of course. No, at first she still only wanted Luke, that one who held up her ideal world, not this confused new halfblood that was slower than water in a murky creekbed. Or at least that was what Annabeth thought.
Then they shared an adventure together- saved each other's lives several times even- and she started to really warm up to the boy. Started to miss him when he was gone, even for a minute or two. She didn't know what hit her until the little things he did started to catch her attention. Like the way he brushed his hair to the side when he got nervous, the way his laugh seemed to fill up a room, the way his eyebrows furrowed when she teased him with a stupid nickname. And then there was always his eyes to take in account for.
His eyes. They took her breath away every time she gazed into them- an intense green that shone like a midnight sea every time he smiled for her. It was times like those when her heart would start to flutter in her chest, her breathing turn ragged. Sometimes she'd relive those moments at night before enveloping herself in her dreams, and she'd realize it wasn't just the big things Percy did for her that mattered. It was the small details too- she loved every one of them. Annabeth didn't need to overlook anything about him, he was seemingly perfect in almost every way. And then those little thoughts started to build- one on top of the other- and suddenly she'd place him instead of Luke in that ideal world she had created and smile to herself. Then the thought would suddenly alarm Annabeth. What was happening to her? She didn't just want Percy, she wanted him to want her.
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