HEY this update got booted up a few days because my oh-so dear friend (and follower.? :D jk ily) asked me nicely to. Life is good to Percabeth fans like that. Plus, I can't really brush off such a good and committed reader. I really appreciate her (his?) dedication. So, thanks, pal!
Anyway, this story is really getting to me. I mean, I am usually not a sappy person. I affiliate with tough love. This story is such an extra effort. I try, guys. Please respect this, and excuse my bittersweet story. Also, I realized my name is un-original, which is uncool. Any suggestions for original names? or should I keep it as it is?
THIS IS FOR YOU, GML!:D
Disclaimer: I don't own PJO&co. Some lucky bitch does. I mean-ah, no I don't take that back. He made Percy leave.
Annabeth's POV
I would like to tell you how sweet and uplifting it was to hear Percy say he loves me.
Then I would be lying.
I don't like lying. It...breaks people. Like with Luke, it broke Thalia and I. But I try not to think of that.
My conversation with Percy was short after Thalia and Clarisse left. Percy stared at me for a long time with an agitated look upon his beautiful face.
Flashbaaaack.
The staring was almost too much to bear. I would've felt better if he was telling me about that Reyna chick who attacked him on his first day at the Roman camp. Instead, his green orbs studied my face, body and soul. Or at least, that was what it felt like. Finally, he made a noise.
"There's this..." He sighed. "Nagging in the back of my mind. It's telling me, 'remember, remember'. But I can't. It tells me 'you know her; you love her.' But why?" He groaned in frustration, standing up from his rock and punching the cave wall again. He turned towards the message again and his eyes widened.
"Oh, Annabeth, I didn't mean for it to sound that way! No, no, NO. Gods, Annabeth, don't cry." He begged. I tried not to cry, but what he said was a little overwhelming. I wiped my face and took a deep breath.
"I don't want to make you feel...obligated, Sea-Jackson." I struggled to let the words out. "I want you to remember when the time is right, not try to force yourself to remember. The mind is powerful. It can lead you to believe anything you want. I don't want..." I choked back a sob. "I don't want you to force the memories of us. I don't want you to make yourself believe things. It wouldn't be the same. She's teasing you, Jackson. She's making yourself suffer so you will do what she says. Only then will she return your memories. Don't create your own memories. Don't create our relationship in your head, Perseus Jackson."
His response: watching me cry for another five minutes.
I was sick of this game Hera had created. I wiped my face harshly, shaking the tears away. I put on my brave face. I needed to make Percy understand how delicate it was for him to see me.
"The world is in danger, Percy," I started. He nodded, waiting for me to continue. "Hera plays a game like no other god, Percy. She's almost unreadable. She has her secrets. Her lies. Her...plans. I don't trust her. Not in the least. I'm not telling you to revolt, to try to come back. To ruin her plan by playing your only card: defiance.
"It wouldn't do any good, anyway. The world needs us...you to suffer." I took another deep breath. He interrupted my spiel.
"You're suffering, too, Annabeth. I can see it. Clarisse and Thalia can see it. Jason can see it. That's why he takes it out on you. By making you tough this...situation out, it comforts him. Its almost as if he is telling Reyna. Do you understand? No? Well, its like...because Reyna and you are so alike, according to Hera. Jason can make you, a Greek version of Reyna, so to speak, stop suffering. He only knows tough love, Annabeth. He is making sure you know that you should stop suffering. Stop crying. Stop grieving. By being so hard on you, Annabeth, he thinks Reyna will know this. Its a little wicked, but I hope you understand."
He took a big breath. "Jason is hurting you to make himself feel better about Reyna suffering. He would like, as much as me, you to stop. Just stop trying. Don't lose Hope. But don't go out of your way to stop Hera. Give up, in a sense. Jason doesn't understand you aren't Reyna, but you're sort of her replacement there. But he knows he can't treat you like her. He knows he can't comfort you-any more than he can Reyna-and tell you to stop grieving. That's his way of showing we'll make it through. That's his tough love."
He looked at me. I was trembling. This is his way of telling me something. He wanted me to stop crying. How could I? Its easy for him: he doesn't remember. I knew this would happen.
"So...basically, Jason is using me as Reyna, telling me to suck it up, because he can't really tell her himself. I'm like a substitute, though, yelling at me constantly won't solve anything." I summed up well better than he did. "I'm his punching bag. He uses me to let out his frustration of not being able to comfort Reyna. It makes him feel like he's doing something."
"Annabeth, you don't get it. Its...more than hard to be away from the ones we love." Percy said. "I promi-"
"DON'T. No, Percy, don't make another promise. You don't know what you're doing." I stopped him
"I do know what I'm-"
"NO! No you don't!" I shouted. I was sure the pavilion could hear me, being only twenty feet away from the rec room.
"Perseus Jackson, you don't remember. You don't know anything about the promises I have been through. There are too many that were broken. My family..." I stared through my tears at my memory-less boyfriend. I continued to yell. "The boy I fell in love with would NOT try to make a promise he won't keep AGAIN." I heard the door creak open and I could see Thalia in the doorway, flanked by the rest of the senior counselors. Jason was hiding behind Thalia, staring intently at Percy, who was string blankly at me. I quieted down, speaking through my teeth.
"The boy I fell in love with would be apologizing for his actions, even if they aren't his fault. Then I would be telling him its all okay, that I would come and get you as soon as possible. But I can't." I growled. "The Hero of Olympus that I've known since we were twelve, wouldn't be apologizing for JASON. He would be halfway here, ready to kick his ass." I screamed. I didn't care if said person was there. It needed to be said.
"But I don't want you to jeopardize the fate of the world for me. You did it once, and it worked. I'm sure your luck won't work this time. Please. Don't do stupid things this time around. Ignore me. Ignore the temptation. Don't create your own memories. It will just destroy all of our REAL ones, the ones I have." Tears streamed down my face faster. Percy looked pained. He looked like the twelve year old boy I once cared for. Then in an instant, he turned into the Hero of Olympus, glowing with opportunity to destroy the enemy. His face morphed into an emotionless, pale expression. His eyes were hard, unreadable.
"Are yo-are you breaking up with me?" He stuttered. I was shocked. That wasn't what I meant at all. I felt slapped in the face at the thought of leaving him.
"NO! No. Gods, no. I just don't want you to risk the fate on the world on me." I cleared up. His eyes softened, his face still unreadable.
"I won't. I want to, but I won't." He promised, despite my warnings to him not to make a promise. I shook my head slightly.
"Percy..." He tensed.
"There's people behind you," he noticed. I looked behind me. I knew they were behind me, but I wished they had the decency to leave. Ah, they didn't.
"Annabeth..." Thalia walked over to give me hug. I stopped her with a swipe of my hand. She frowned and looked away, hurt. Jason was staring at Percy, probably having another telepathic convo.
"No. Thalia, why are you here?" I snapped. There was only Clarisse, Chris, the Stolls, Thalia, Jason and Mal were there. Chiron wasn't, which disturbed me a little. He practically raised me.
"You're my best friend!" She told me, her fierce blue eyes watering. "What's wrong with you, Annabeth? You're talking to Percy! I thought this is what you wanted."
"I'll talk to you later, Thalia Grace." I said, turning back to Percy. A drum sound came from th outside of his camp. He cursed in ancient Greek.
"I...I have to go. Its time for brawl. I won every one these past two weeks, Annabeth," Percy said with a grin. "I'm invincible. Something about sticks..."
"Eh, don't worry about it. You'll remember," Nico shrugged. I laughed a nervous laugh, hoping Percy would change the subject.
"Nico, buddy, I totally remember you. Two months ago we snuck out of my apartment and broke into Goode High School for my math textbook. We almost got caught. Oh, good times." Percy sighed. The drum rolled louder in the background. He scowled. He locked eyes with me. Our conversation was...emotional. I still wasn't even sure if he understood what I was saying.
"I'll...try my best, Annabeth. I'll do what I can. I'll keep my mouth shut," he promised. Each one stung, a reminder of how many were broken. "I'm doing it for you, not Hera. Stay strong."
He looked nervously at something behind the IM. He bit his lip, and for an instant I wish I was there to be biting his lip. I shook the thought away.
"We'll work as fast as we can, Perce." I said. "I'll...I'll talk to you soon. Be safe." I told him. It was so hard to actually say 'goodbye'. It hurt so much just thinking about it.
"Funny, you're telling me to be safe and I'm invincible and I'm telling you to be strong and the strongest person I know." Percy mused half-heartedly. "I...I love you, Wise Girl." Percy said, blushing a little. I heard some snickers behind me and he frowned.
"I love you too, Seaweed Brain." I gave him the best smile I could. My voice was thick, something that seemed to be happening a lot lately. Percy gave me his signature, goofy grin one last time and we swiped our hands through the message.
I was more terrified leaving him to fight in a Roman, semi-friendly brawl than I was when he was fighting Kronos, Lord of Time.
ENNNd Flashback.
It has been a week since our discussion. I talked to Percy two days ago. Our conversations were mostly about Lupa and the Romans. He seems to be remembering everyone...but me. I was hurt by this, but I was getting better. I had Clarisse. Jason had Thalia. Percy had...I don't know who he had. He never really needed anybody for emotions things like that. And by 'that' I mean end-of-the-world stuff.
I was at archery, which is dumb, because Will already knows I graduated the course. Like, two years ago. There are five levels to complete before graduation, and after four years, Percy was still on level one. At least twenty campers completed the course this summer. And it was their first year.
I was in a tree, out of view from everyone but Will. I pulled the string back, aiming for the red target next to Zeus's fist. I let the arrow soar through the air, hitting the bullseye.
"YES! Annabeth, that was fantastic! It only took you eight years to almost perfect it, though." Will called out to me. I could see him wink from a hundred yards away. I grinned and gave him a thumbs-up. I saw a silver arrow fly towards me. It was so fast I didn't even have time to react. One second I saw it, then half a second later, it was stuck onto the tree I was in, four inches above my head. I recovered from my mini-heart attack and snatched the arrow out of the bark.
It read:
Annabeth, we need to talk.
Your friend, Thalia
It creeped me out a little that she didn't sign 'your best friend'. I guess I made her believe we weren't best friends. I mean, yeah, I was ticked off at her. After all we have been through, she didn't even tell me about her brother. She defended him over defending me. I was jealous. Jason was a jackass.
I hopped off the tree, handed my bow and quiver to an Apollo girl and sauntered off to the pavilion. I hadn't seen much of Chiron these days. He was always in the Big House, or helping Leo. Piper was barely seen among the campers, too. I knew she was hurting about Jason. The Mist's powers eluded her into thinking she and Jason had something. They might have something now, but it was hard to tell. He was always with Thalia.
I sat down at my table, keeping my gaze away from the Poseidon's table. I thought back to Thanksgiving break. Percy and I, well, we, uh...
Flashbaaack
There was a soft, quiet knock on my door. Sarah, my whore-ish roommate, flew towards the door, even though I told her it would be Percy. She was wearing her tight pajama shorts-although 'short' seemed like an understatement- and a big T-shirt that said 'Kiss me I'm Irish'.
She fixed her hair a little bit, ignoring my rolling-of-the eyes. Her eyeliner was caked on, making her brown eyes and red hair pop out. She swung the door open.
"O-M-G! Percy!" She squealed. He didn't even look at her. He nodded and looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. Behind him was Sally and Paul. They waved. I was embarrassed a little at my roommate. She was dressed provocatively while I was wearing my school uniform: a red, mid-thigh skirt, white shirt with a red blazer over it and a little tie. They came early to pick me up. I had just started packing. School had only been out for fifteen minutes!
"Oh." Sarah dead-panned when she took in the extra guests and Percy's oblivion. She grabbed a sweatshirt off of the desk chair and walked past the family into Brittany, our neighbor's, dorm. Sally frowned when she saw Sarah. Percy walked over to me and gave me a hug around my waist.
"Hey, Wise Girl." He whispered in my ear. I laughed at his happiness. We had one and a half weeks to ourselves. Well, to ourselves except the next Thursday. I pulled away from the hug, leaving his warmth. I gestured for Sally and Paul to come into my dorm. It was a big room, so I was never in Sarah's way. The walls her a light pink and the desk a dark cherry wood. My side of the room was spotless except for my desk. Architecture plans Sarah couldn't read if she tried for Olympus were strewn over my laptop and books. Percy jumped on my yellow bed, landing in a lying-down position. He propped his big head up with his hand. Sally gave him a disapproving look he ignored.
I gave Sally and Paul a hug. "Thank you so much for inviting me to your Thanksgiving, Mr and Mrs B." I smiled.
"Annabeth, stop saying thank you, they already know," Percy grumbled. He was lying on his back, fiddling with his thumbs. I rolled my eyes at his comment.
"You're always welcome, Annabeth," Paul said. They looked around my dorm awkwardly, unsure of what to do. It was their first time in my dorm. I quickly gave them the desk chairs to sit on. They smiled at me again. I turned towards my humming boyfriend.
"Get your shoes off my bed, Seaweed Brain. I just made it." I growled with my hands on my hips. He snickered, raising an eyebrow like, 'whatcha gonna do if I don't?' I walked over to him, twisting his ankle. He said, 'ow ow ow!'. He sat up.
"Just to let you know, I did that to humor you," he laughed. I swatted him in the back of the head. He flinched to 'humor me'.
"I just started packing. I'll finish up quickly. I wasn't expecting you to come this early," I admitted to his parents. They shared a look and laughed.
"Percy's been bothering us for like, two hours, so we came early to shut him up," Sally giggled. Paul shook his head, smiling. I looked at Percy, who was blushing. He found my mechanical pencil so interesting, he stared at it intently.
"Huh." Was my response. I grabbed my duffel bag and walked into the closet. I heard Percy hiss complaints at Sally for saying that. I picked out some nice clothes, not too flashy, not too modest. I had a little over a week alone with Percy. I wasn't going to waste this opportunity for cuddling. I made sure I grabbed my silver, knee-length dress fro Thursday, which was six days away.
I walked back out, stuffing the clothes into the bag. I walked into the closet again, grabbing my lacy bras and undies. I walked back out and Percy was regarding my outfit.
"Are you going to wear that all day, Wise Girl?" He laughed. I glared at him.
"No, I'm going to wear all break," I answered sarcastically. I grabbed the outfit I was going to change into in the bathroom to change. I came back out, wearing dark jeans and a light gray t-shirt with an owl on it. Percy nodded in approval and grinned at the owl part.
"Oh, you sneaky, subtle demigod," he teased. He was being so goofy, I couldn't help but laugh. I stuffed my toiletries in my bag and packed up my designs for Olympus. I put on a sweatshirt-that just happened to be Percy's blue one.
"Is that Percy's?" Sally asked, standing up to leave.
"Um, yeah," I said awkwardly, avoiding Perce's grin. He carried my bags for me. I snatched my keys off of the desk and called a goodbye to Sarah. She probably heard me, but decided to ignore me. Oh well.
We left my school's grounds and drove to the apartment. Percy and I were sitting in the back seat, making stupid faces at each other. We were cracking up.
"What's so funny back there?" Paul asked, peering through the rear-view mirror.
"Oh, nothing," Percy managed to say, which made me laugh harder. We made it to the apartment, clutching our stomachs. Percy still carried my bags, like a gentleman. Sally unlocked the door and Percy motioned for my to go in very dramatically.
"Milady," he said, sweeping me inside. I swatted at him. I walked into the living room, flicking the light on. I was so comfortable in this house, just like Sally wanted.
"Would you like a tour of the apartment, Milady?" Percy asked, fluttering his eye lashes. Paul chuckled at Percy's idiocy. Sally and Paul walked down the hallway to the other side of the apartment.
"Sure. As long as you stop acting so stupid," I agreed. He grinned and grabbed my arm. We ran to the kitchen we halted to a stop. He told me what it was, then told me about the dining room when we got there. We jogged to the bathroom and he told me what it was. We didn't go into his parent's room because they were in there, doing gods-know what. We flew throughout the house and he finally stopped outside his bedroom. He turned towards me, wiggling his dark eyebrows. I couldn't help but laugh.
"And this, Milady, is where you will be sleeping." Percy whispered, dangerously close to my ear. He opened the door behind me, dragged me in, and pushed me against the door, his arms squeezing my waist. He nuzzled his nose into my neck. I wrapped my arms around his neck. I chuckled at him when he started kissing little trails of kisses to my collarbone. He sighed into my neck, sending shivers down my spine. He snickered at this.
He moved his forehead to mine. "I couldn't wait for this vacation, Annabeth. My mom and Paul will be working every day except Thursday. It'll be like this all the time when they're gone." He promised. I pushed his head towards mine, eager to kiss him. We kissed softly at first, drinking up the fact that we had so much time together. Suddenly, and I didn't know I could be so demanding, I pushed Percy towards the bed and I sat on his lap, my legs wrapped around his waist. I could feel him grinning through the rough, hungry kisses.
I played with his hair and Perce's hands went under my shirt, his fingers brushing against my ribs. He moved closer to my breasts with each brush. I was in charge now. I licked his bottom lip and his lips parted, letting my tongue slide into his mouth. We tongue wrestled for a few moments, each of us demanding control. I gave in and let him take over. His tongue studied my mouth. I heard a moan and I don't think it was me. I could feel Percy under me. Ah, he was getting...into it. I pulled back, raising my eyebrows. His face turned crimson and he removed his hands from my skin. My skin tingled from where his soft hands were.
"Percy, your parents will start to wonder. I mean, we've been in here for at least ten minutes. I'm sure they heard you pushing me against the door," I whispered. He seemed to thinking about the problem. He met my eyes and he grinned mischievously. Next thing I knew, I was lying on his bed and he was hovering over me. I was glad he was wearing sweat pants. It was so uncomfortable when he wore jeans. He pressed his body against mine and grinned. I shook my head.
"You don't understand warnings, do you, Percy?" I asked. He was kissing my neck. He was still 'into it'. But I decided to ignore it for now. I let out a soft moan when his lips brushed over my collarbone. His breath tickled my neck when he laughed at me.
"I wouldn't be laughing if I were you, Lieutenant Lust," I grumbled, poking him very close to his, er, thing. He groaned a little bit.
"Annabeth. That's not fair." He muttered, his lips on my ear. "You know what I have to do now?" I decided to play dumb for once.
"No." I answered, shaking my head. Percy leaned up into a sitting position on my stomach. He didn't put all of weight on me, which was nice, but the weight that was on me felt good. He pulled my shirt over my head. I helped him take off his. I pulled his head towards mine, and we kissed deeper than before. We were tongue wrestling, again. Once in a while, I would back off, and he would take over. Then, when he least expected it, I would take over. He moaned my name softly a couple times, but not loud enough for his parents to hear.
His hands went everywhere now that he wasn't so nervous. He definitely more comfortable with letting his hands roam. My fingers traced his chest. His abs were perfectly defined. I whimpered a little bit. Percy was kissing down my collarbone to my chest when we were interrupted.
"PERCY!" We heard a voice screech. It was Grover, his voice an octave higher than usual. Percy practically jumped onto the ground, he was so surprised. I grabbed a pillow and covered myself with it. I yelped when I saw Nico walk up beside Grover. His eyes widened then snapped shut. I looked helplessly at Percy, who was retrieving my shirt from the floor. He handed it to me, his face was red as mine, and I walked into his closet to put on the shirt. I decided I was too embarrassed to show my face to Grover and Nico for long. I mean, I practically flashed my boyfriend's best friend and a twelve year old boy. I had a black lacy bra on, which was good, at least. I walked up to the bed, standing next to a shirtless Percy.
"Um, hi, guys," I said very awkwardly. I realized I was still holding the pillow in front of me, so I threw it towards the head board. Nico wouldn't look at me and Grover was glaring at Percy.
"We just thought we would say 'hi' to you two while we are at camp. But I guess you two beat us to the punch of reuniting." Grover grumbled. Nico nodded.
"Please," Percy scoffed. "Like you don't take Juniper." He seemed to realize his word choice and Grover's red face. "I mean-oh, shit. Did I just say that? Nico, how much of that did you understand?"
Nico looked clueless. "I just saw Annabeth shirtless. I don't want to talk about girls, Percy. I feel violated." He said. I was a little peeved. What, did I not look good without a shirt? I realized how stupid that question was. Nico was twelve!
"Dude?" Percy asked warily, "are you...uh, gay?" He asked. I stared abhorred at him.
"PERCY!" Nico and I shouted simultaneously.
"What? I WAS JUST WONDERING!" He defended himself. "I mean, I was twelve too, once. I wouldn't be 'violated' to see you shirtless." He shrugged. Nico's eyes narrowed and I slapped Percy's shoulder.
"I'm not gay, Perce." Nico growled, his eyes dark. "I actually find girls attractive. Annabeth is like my sister, though. Its gross to think of her like that."
Percy nodded. "Okay, well, what's up?"
I interrupted. "I'm gonna, um, go help your mom make dinner." Percy looked up at me like, 'oh, we'll continue this later.'
"As soon as it gets good, someone interrupts..."he muttered almost inaudibly. I walked out of the room towards the kitchen. Sally and Paul were standing there, slicing tomatoes and cucumbers for salad. When they saw me they tried their best not to smile. Paul failed, so he left the kitchen, laughing. I felt my face get hot. I stood there, awkwardly, watching a smile creep onto Sally's face then disappear. We she was done, she turned around, leaning against the counter.
"Are you guys done, uh, greeting each other?" She asked, looking like she was about to explode with laughter. I stumbled on my way to sit on a bar stool. I managed to get on one and I propped my elbows on the counter.
"Um...yeah." I avoided her amused gaze. "What did you hear, exactly?" I demanded. Sally closed her eyes, laughing softly at whatever she heard.
"I know you guys were kissing against the door. You were grumbling about him pushing you too hard against the door," she said, suddenly serious. She seemed to care that her son was being a little too rough on his girlfriend. I don't care. I like it when he gets like that. "I didn't hear all you said, though. I was in the bathroom, getting a tampon. I heard you say, 'dammit, Percy, how would you like it to be squished against a damn door?'. Oh, that was priceless." She shook her head and opened the refrigerator. She grabbed out two water bottles and tossed me one.
She continued, "His bed is very noisy, you know. I could totally tell when you two migrated to it. I figured you wouldn't like it if I stayed in the bathroom any longer, so I thought my bedroom would be a good place to be. Oh, I was wrong. The walls are very thin." She was laughing uncontrollably now. I was glad Paul wasn't here to share what he heard. "I'm not going to go into details, because I came out here to escape your little murmurings to each other. I could totally tell you two were making out, though." She turned back around to cut up some lettuce. My face felt hot, but that soon passed. I practically lived with Sally on the weekends. The awkward talks weren't so awkward anymore.
Percy walked in from the hallway. He winked to me. He was still shirtless. My face felt hot again. He probably didn't remember his green shirt that was on his bedroom floor. "Hey, Mom," Percy smiled, giving his mother a kiss on the cheek. She glanced over her shoulder at me. She smiled a smile, knowing smile to me. I looked away. I wondered how many other times we came out of his bedroom and Sally and Paul knew exactly what we were doing in there and we acted so slick and cliche. And to think we thought we were being quiet.
"Hey, Percy," Paul greeted, coming into the kitchen with a grin still on his face. He did a double-take on Percy's shirtless-ness and walked back out, laughing.
"What's so funny?" Percy looked at me, a confused look on his face. I motioned to his chest and he looked down, finally realizing what was so funny. Surprisingly, instead of bolting to his room for his shirt, he laughed.
"So much for being inconspicuous, huh, Wise Girl?" He grinned. He winked again. Sally Blofis shook her head, laughing softly at her son's openness. Paul walked back into the kitchen, trying to keep a straight face.
"That's a big word you got there, Seaweed Brain," I nodded in approval of his random smartness. "You're right, if we have these two eavesdroppers here, we're gonna have to work on our subtleness." I laughed.
"Hey! We're not eavesdroppers!" Sally protested.
"Hey, Mom, its all good. I'm fine with working on subtle." Percy nodded, stealing a tomato out of the bowl, putting it in his mouth and making a weird face at the taste.
"No funny business, Perseus Jackson," his mom scolded lightly. Percy feigned shock, putting his hand on his chest as if he was hurt.
"But, Mom, Annabeth and I are a pair of pretty hilarious people!" He told her. Sally's eyes widened and then she swatted Percy's head. He chuckled and dodged her, giving me a quick wink in between. She chased him around the apartment until she made him put on a shirt.
That was the end of 'funny business' talk, but it wasn't the end of it.
(end flashbaaaaack)
"Annabeth!" I heard Thalia shriek, breaking me out of my reverie. I looked up, seeing the herd of my closest friends walking towards me. I had a bad feeling about this.
"It's about time, Thalia," I growled as they all sat around me. Thalia sat across from me, Mal and Clarisse on either side of me. The Stolls, Rachel (when she showed up again, I don't know), Katie Gardner, Nico, Grover and Juniper. Even Will was there. I noticed Jason standing behind Thalia, flanking her right. I figured he was just here for kicks.
"Why? Were you day dreaming?" I heard Leo tease, walking to sit next to Will. Piper trudged slowly next to him. Leo had his arm around her shoulder, which made Jason tense up. It wasn't anything, though, that was clear. Piper looked sick. She laid her head down on the table almost immediately.
"No," I lied. "I was just getting impatient. What is everyone doing here?" I asked, feeling very, very, bad about where this was heading.
"Honey," Thalia started off on a bad note obliviously. "Stop frowning. We're here for you." She grabbed my hands, placing them between hers.
"Annabeth, we just want to make sure you're okay," Mal said softly, rubbing me back. I looked around. Even the Stolls were solemn. Travis had his arm wrapped around Katie's thin waist, which was new. They were a little flushed. I was happy for them.
"This isn't a, uh..." I trailed off.
"This is an intervention, Annabeth Chase. We're here to talk." Rachel growled, clearly ready to get to the point.
An intervention? What am I- a druggie?
"An intervention? Guys, you're joking, right?" I chuckled nervously. I realized how much I just sounded like Percy. Every's face had something on it: pity, sympathy, empathy, disappointment (not for me, I hope, Rachel) and just plain sadness from Piper. Gods, she was so much like Silena, it hurt to look at her.
"Ah, I see," I nodded. "You aren't joking..." I looked around at my friends, my comrades. Most of them had been through war with me. Some had been to hell and back with me-literally.
"Well, let's see where this leads us. Let's get this freaking thing started so I can go back to the Argo II," Leo muttered.
Everyone seemed to take a deep breath before turning towards me.
Let my brawl begin, Hera, I thought bitterly.
Oooh. you like? no flames for the gay thing. I mean no disrespect. please review. give me suggestions! this is for you, GML, so you better give me some suggestions ;p
sorry this took forever. thanks for reading, love, AJ121