Percy got dressed slowly, making sure everything he wore was in perfect order; The red tie over the black collar button down had not a single wrinkle. His black pants were freshly drycleaned, and his shoes were shined. His usually messy hair had been combed back by Alice, who had insisted on it and dragged him to her bathroom. Edward, who had actually gone to school that day, had read Annabeth's mind to find that the Cullen's golden eyes reminded her of Luke, so he had taken the rist of not hunting for a few days before he finally owned up.
"You look dashing!" Alice squealed as she turned Percy around to face the mirror.
"She's going to reject me." Percy said doubtfully. Alice whirled him around and stooped down so she could look him in the eye.
"Perseus Jackson Cullen. If you say that one more time I will send Jasper up here." Percy rolled his eyes but said nothing.
After another hour of agony with his half-sister, Percy was ready. He looked at himself in the mirror, out of old habits, before hopping in his pure white Koenigsegg Agera R ( .org/fastest-cars/fastest-cars-in-the-world-top-10-list/ ) and zooming off towards Annabeth's small house.
This is a joke. A sick, sick joke. He can't be alive. We saw his body. No. He's not alive. I will not allow it to be true. Thalia shook me again.
"Speak, child, speak!"
I glared at her for a second. "He's not. He can't be alive. No."
"I saw him with my own eyes!"
No.
"No."
"Then get dressed and I'll show you the prints."
"Fine then I'll just do so."
I got dressed and she brought me to a clearing about a mile or two from the house. It's impossible. I could smell the sweet smell of the sea in the middle of a meadow. He's alive.
It's been a week and only one of the Cullens has been to school. I need to see his face again. Just to be sure... Then I could confront him. We had just gotten home from school a moment ago, and Thalia and Grover had left to go grocery shopping. I had stayed to do their homework. What? I was the smart one.
The sound of a car door slamming brought me out of my academic trance. Thalia and Goat-Boy had just left; Could they have forgotten something? No. It's not like them to forget... I grabbed my knife and slowly approached the window. A sleek white sports car had just parked in the driveway. The doors flipped up and closed. I sware I saw some kind of flash though. The doorbell rang, and I put my knife in a defensive posistion. I opened the door.
My knife clattered to the floor; Who was standing there was not who I expected.
Once again, pathetically short... sorry. Enjoy!
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