It's almost been a year since I last saw Annabeth. I missed her more than I thought I would and whenever I thought about her I got this funny feeling. We hadn't even known each other for a year and she was already one of the people I know I can always count on. She was the only person who could tolerate his constant stupidity; I mean, she saved me from turning into a guinea pig for crying out loud, not to mention that she suffered through her fear of Cyclops only so that she could go on this quest for me. And now I could do nothing but watch as she suffered through the song of the Sirens. I watched her screaming at me to let her go, trying to break free, and while I was amazed at her for having the courage to face her fatal flaw it still scared me more than anything to not be able to help her. Even though I wasn't under any influences my body was fighting so desperately just to be able to help her. As my mind was screaming at my body to shut up, I knew I had to go through the agony of looking back at her desperate face. I looked back to see some cut ropes and Annabeth's bronze knife, and now all of me was panicking, Stupid, stupid, stupid, was all that went through my head as I raced to the edge of the boat just in time to see her splash down into the rocky water, without another thought I jumped in as well. Though she got a head start and was (thankfully?) a good swimmer, I was able to catch up with her pretty quickly, I grabbed her ankle and became able to see what the sirens were showing her. I saw her dad, Athena, her own version of New York, and Luke, I saw all these images in less than a second. I was in a lot of shock, but the tugging in my hand coming from Annabeth's ankle told me I didn't have time for that. I dragged a resisting Annabeth down under the surface and created an air bubble around us. I was more tired from steering the ship than I had realized so the bubble I created was barely big enough for the both of us so I had to hold her close to maintain the bubble and keep her in it. Her warmth was a welcome contrast to the chill of the water, but I also felt a twinge of sadness, it wasn't until a moment later that I realized why, I wasn't a part of her perfect world. I looked at her: her cheeks were flushed from the exertion, but she looked at me and smiled wearily. Just by looking at her I could tell that as long as she was happy it would be okay.
ANNABETH
When Percy told me that he had seen my vision, it freaked me out for a number of reasons: for one thing, it felt strangely revealing to have him see an image of my perfect world, and also, there was that other part, the part I really didn't understand. In my image, there was Manhattan, and mom, and Luke, but I also saw Percy. He was sitting next to me on the picnic blanket, and when he left, he hugged me sweetly before saying goodbye, it seemed strange, but not bad at the same time. I blushed when I remembered the way he held me in the bubble, I looked back up at Percy who was saying something about hummus, and it was quite obvious he hadn't seen that part, and it wasn't likely I would tell him.
I know I always post really late, and that's probably why I don't get a lot of views, but I swear it's not because I'm lazy, I always have play practice till like 6:10 even though it's only supposed to go till 5:45 and I have a minor part anyway, and then my teachers are supposed to give me at least 2 and a half hours of homework each night, you're lucky I'm a fast worker, any who, I usually write in study hall, and I have that first tomorrow so it'll hopefully be posted earlier. R&R