Hey guys. I'm back fer chapteh fihive. is where the lyrics for "when youre gone" by Avril Lavigne comes in! Review with love. it really keeps a writer going, you know. Listen to the song!

Anyway, I noticed that my stories' "life" is limited. HOW DO I CHANGE THAT? help me!

bold:lyrics. italics: memories. Normal: what is going on in the present

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN PJO&CO.

Annabeth's POV

I was standing on the porch of the cabin. It was a light, faded blue building and the curtains were a soft green, but it wasn't like Percy used them. His blinds were always down.

I took a shaking breath and opened the door. His room looked the same, which-I'm guessing-hurt more than if it was abnormal.

I always needed time on my own

I never thought I'd need you there when I cry

"Percy! Just-just let me be. I'm fine." I refused his entering into my dorm. I had a horrible day. Some perv tried to grab my butt when I was walking by his desk, then told his friends that I came on to him.

"Annabeth! You're not fine! You're about to cry!" He put his hand on the oak door, holding it open. His green eyes bore into my gray ones. He was silently pleading me to let him help. I didn't need his help.

"Percy, put your hand down," I ordered fiercely. I was about to break, but I couldn't do it in front of him. He put his hand down reluctantly.

"Is there something wrong, Annie?" My roomate, Sarah, asked. I flinched at the nickname. I didn't turn to face her, but I knew she was probably wearing some low-cut V-neck, hoping to get Percy's attention. He didn't even look at her. His eyes were glued to mine.

"I'm fine, for the eighth time. Percy-ah, Sarah, could you give us a moment?" I asked, turning around and my suspicions were confirmed: she was flaunting her chest that was about a cup and a half bigger than mine.

"Sure," she slurred, and turned to walk-swinging her hips-to her bed. I turned towards Percy. He didn't pay any attention to her. He stepped towards me, cupping my face with his soft hand. I lost my breath for a second.

"I want to help, Wise Girl," he whispered, his lips less than a millimeter away from mine. His sweet breath was blown into my mouth, making me shiver. I broke out of the spell and stepped back a little. He rolled his eyes, slapping his hand on the door, creating a loud SLAP! echoing down the hall. I cringed at his ferocity.

"Dammit, Annabeth!" He shouted. "You know what? Fine, I won't help you. You can shut yourself up here, deal with your problem and satisfy your pride. Don't bother calling me tonight or tomorrow. Sometimes, you can be so unwise." He whispered/yelled. He turned and walked away, hitting the wall to his left halfway down the hall. He didn't even look back before he descended the stairs.

I cried so hard that night.

I walked to his bed after shutting the door. His bed was made, neat. Like it was never slept in it last night. I didn't sit down, but stood at the end of his bed, staring.

And the days feel like years when I'm alone

And the bed where you lie is made up on your side

I looked at the digital clock it read eleven forty-eight. That couldn't be right. There was no way! I thought thinking it was three was a stretch! I forced myself away from looking at the clock.

His bed gave me horrible thoughts.

Was he gone before I went to sleep? Did he make his bed in the morning then left? Did he even make it to his bed before decided to leave? Did he know he was leaving?

Oh gods...

There were so many memories involving that bed. We never had sex, but if we were going to, it'd probably be on his bed. The weeks following the war, I slept so much next to him, snuggling into his side. It all stopped when Clarisse mentioned seeing me flee Percy's cabin in front of Chiron, and all Hades broke loose.

The next morning, after Clarisse's teasing at the pavilion, Chiron stormed in at four o'clock in the morning, threatened our stay at the camp and dragged me to MY cabin, where Mal was supposed to 'keep an eye on me'.

Seeing his bed empty was like a blow to the face. I gasped at the pain inside my chest. I laid down on the bed, facing the majority of the room.

When you walk away, I count the steps that you take

Do you see how much I need you right now?

"Seaweed Brain! Wait! Ow, stupid branch. Percy, stop! I'm sorry!" I called to him. He was storming away. I told him, in a heated discussion about my knife I always used, that I kept it because I still loved Luke. I meant as a brother, but he didn't understand. It has always been a sensitive subject for him.

He whipped around, jealousy and anger burning his green eyes a dark shade of black.

"What, Annabeth? Come to tell me how much Luke promised you? How brave and heroic he was, even while he tried to kill me? How much it pained you to see him die, after all the promises he broke?" He was taking long strides to me, breathing heavily with anger. "Or how about how proud you are that in the end, you were the last thing he wanted to see, to say good bye to? How do you think that makes Thalia feel? Watching her ex-boyfriend-that she still loved-turn evil and make googly-eyes at you? He didn't want her; he wanted you! You were so damn insistent that he was still good, that you made me suffer, Annabeth.

"It all makes sense why you still use that knife. He gave it to you for protection. He did that when he cared, when he meant what he said. Even after we saw him in the Princess Andromeda, you still wouldn't believe it. Why? Is it because you still had a crush on him? Were your emotions driving you insane? You acted like Luke was the whole reason you did anything with me. That's how Luke knew he could get to you, the ever confident, strong-willed, adamant girl you are, to pity him. What were you thinking?

"How do you think that makes me feel, Annabeth?" He finished, panting. He had been yelling, scaring off the birds in the trees and making a nymph run. I felt tears roll down my face. I never really did think about how he felt.

He saw my face and softened a little. He had to make a point, though, so he went on.

"How would you feel if I talked about Ogygia? Calypso?" He whispered, trying to look me in the eyes. I turned my head, refusing to let him see the fresh tears he made by saying that.

I didn't want him to walk away again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close to me.

I cried. And cried. He cried a little too. I had a strange feeling it was about Calypso, though.

"Please don't walk away like that again," I begged him. " You're the only one I love. Luke was like my brother, you should know that. Don't walk away again. I love you." I murmured against his ear. He held me tighter.

"I promise. I love you, too." He told me.

Another promise broken. Percy, I thought, don't you know how many promises have been made to me and broken? Why did you add yourself to the list?

I started to cry again. I need you the most right now, Seaweed Brain, please, come back.

When you're gone

The pieces of my heart are missing you

My heart so much. My heart felt like someone was tearing open my chest, and stabbing my heart repeatedly. Its so irrevocable.

When you're gone

The face I came to know is missing too

His beautiful face. Oh gods, the light green fountain-that was dry, surprisingly-reminded me of his face. His medium-length, black, unruly hair that always bounced off his forehead when he walked. His dark eyebrows always made it easy to read him. He had a freckle above his left eyebrow. His nose was perfect: straight, not-too-big and not-too-small. His lips were soft, big and so kissable. They always seemed to be grinning. His teeth were immaculately white. They were straight and symmetrical on both sides of his mouth. His jaw was square, making him look older. He would clench his jaw during emotional moments. His skin was tanned from the countless hours outside.

His eyes. His eyes were a deep green. His eyes always caught people's attention first. They were a dark, deep color, yet they were soft enough to make you smile. He would stare at me with those eyes, and I would melt.

I didn't know someone could be so perfect.

When you're gone

The words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it okay

"Wise Girl, can we go somewhere?" Percy whispered a week after the war ended. We were sitting at the Poseidon table-a risky thing to do, but we were bad ass, anyway-and dinner had just ended. They sun hadn't quite set yet, so we could still roam the perimeters of the camp. He blushed a little when I locked eyes with him. I mistook his actions.

"My cabin or yours?" I raised an eyebrow. His eyes widened and he blushed more.

"As much as I want to...No, no, Annabeth, that's not what I meant." He smiled sheepishly. I was confused. I felt a little-okay, a lot!-embarrassed.

"Oh, well, then. Where do you want to go?" I asked, looking at the table, avoiding his gaze.

"The beach," he whispered. "I figure, we have about an hour and a half till sundown and the beach would be a fun place to go." He rubbed his thumbs together. I had no idea why he was so awkward.

"You thought it out?" I teased. I was impressed. He usually winged everything. "Sure, let's go." I said, standing up. Everyone else was roaming around, so I didn't catch many looks.

We walked to the east, stretching before running.

"Race you?" I challenged.

"Sure," he grinned his lopsided grin I loved. We counted to three and took off. Twenty-one minutes and three miles later, we reached the ocean. We were breathing heavily. Percy collapsed on the sand. I laid down next to him.

"I won," I panted. He smiled, too tired to argue. I turned on my side to face him. He glanced at me through the corner of his eye. He smiled. He was to my left, so he propped himself up with his right elbow to face me.

Turns out, Percy's calculations were wrong. Surprising. The sun was setting to the west, to my back. He stared into my eyes, no longer breathing heavy. I was breathing heavily, but it wasn't from running. I had to remind myself to breath when he was around.

He cupped my cheek in his hand and and gave me a passionate kiss. It was sweet, loving and meaningful.

He pulled away, looking into my eyes again.

"I love you, Wise Girl," he whispered. It was the first time he said it. My heart stopped, then started beating fast.

"I love you too, Seaweed Brain," I whispered back. He kissed me passionately again, this time putting every feeling he had in it.

He showed me how much he cared through that kiss.

His words, his love, it was what I live for.

I miss you

The memories were almost too much to bear. I was on his bed, crying my heart out. I needed him. I missed him.

I've never felt this way before

Everything that I do reminds me of you

Percy's and my love was amazing. It was true. Everlasting. Infinite. Genuine.

When I say I love Luke, I mean I love him as a brother. At one time in my life, I thought I did love him more than normal. I was wrong, misled by Aphrodite.

My love for Persus Jackson was the truest kind of love, and Aphrodite herself would agree.

We mimicked each other sometimes.

"I rolled five, Seaweed Brain! Put the thimble on St. Charlie Avenue," I demanded. He did it reluctantly. He cringed with every move he made with my piece, as if it was hurting him.

"I have a feeling Annabeth is in all her rage, dear," Sally whispered to Paul. He shrugged, deciding to play his poker face.

"Do you, uh, wanna buy it?" He asked. I purchased it, buying the monopoly. He cringed. He rolled a seven, landing on St. Charlie's with me.

"I'm broke," he said, after giving me his Boardwalk in exchange for passage. He just gave me another monopoly. I smiled sweetly at him.

"And why is that?" I teased. Sally and Paul were watching us like a tennis match. He mumbled something.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" I grinned. Percy flinched.

"This is hurting my pride, Annabeth," he protested.

"You agreed you would say it if I won," I said.

"But my mom and Paul are still in the game!" He said.

"Oh, that doesn't matter. They'll be joining you soon," I waved my hand dismissively. Sally and her husband shrugged, agreeing with me.

Percy narrowed his eyes. "You make everything so hard."

"That was the deal, right? You act yourself and I will make everything hard!" I reminded him helpfully.

"I thought there were more details than that," he muttered.

"Oh, well, kissing doesn't help me any in Monopoly, Perce." I laughed. Sally smiled and shook her head at our antics.

"Do I really have to?" He whined.

"Yes."

"Fine. Annabeth Chase, you win. You are smarter than me, and I suck at this game. As you are the daughter of Athena, goddess of strategy, I, Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon, 'ruler of the fish', as you say, should not have challenged you to a game I just lost miserably to," Percy recited, feigning disappointment.

I stood up and started to do a little dance around the table, singing "I win! I win! Percy lost to his girlfriend! I win!". Paul laughed and Sally patted her son's shoulder comfortingly.

"Annabeth, you are acting more and more like him everyday," I heard a voice behind me scold. I whipped around and I saw my friend, Thalia standing in the doorway. I forgot she was coming to NYC that weekend. She insisted because she didn't believe I was a virgin. I, personally, think she just needed an excuse.

"Thals!" I squealed, jumping into her arms. Her short black hair was gelled and spiky, her blue eyes sharp and her bow and arrow latched to her 'die, Barbie, die!' shirt. She looked great. She was younger (physically) than me. It was a weird thought.

"Hey, Annabeth, how are you?" She chuckled, pulling me back to inspect me. She nodded in approval of my red V-neck sweater and jeans. She turned towards the table.

"Kelp face!" "Pinecone Face!" Thalia and Percy yelled simultaneously, reaching their arms to each other. Thalia was only about 5' 5", one inche shorter than me, so she was half a foot shorter than Percy. There hug was less loving and more like I'm-squeezing-you-to-death-you-big-idiot!

Thalia broke away from Percy and shook Sally and Paul's hands.

She whipped her head towards me.

"He's rubbing off on you, Wise Girl," she grinned.

And the clothes you left, they lie on the floor

And they smell just like you, I love the things that you do

His jeans and T-shirts were strewn all over the floor. I sat up, reached down to pick one up and breathed in it's heavenly scent.

It smelt like the ocean. It smelt like Percy.

I miss you

Percy was gone. I was in his cabin, sobbing because everything was going so wrong. The gods were silent for some reason. Percy was gone. The gods knew where he was, I'm sure. They didn't like to share this kind of important info, so I was left in the dark.

I didn't even know if he was okay. If he was alive.

He left without a trace. No clues. No good byes. He just disappeared.

I needed him.

I missed him.

Heyy! Damn, this was long! Well, the next chapter will be about Hera's helpfulness *cough* hate her *cough* Thunder rolls in the distance I love her!heheheh...

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love, AJ121