Disclaimer: I don't own a thing, Rick Riordan however does

Before: Annabeth wants to write a kiss, but she feels like she can't, because she's never kissed anyone. Thalia is Annabeth's best friend and she is together with Luke.

Fire, best friends and love confessions

"I'm home!" Annabeth announced as she closed the door behind her.

"Welcome home Annabeth!" A man in a wheelchair rolled in to view. His hair was brown and curled, with small streaks of grey in it. His smile symbolised love and warmth. Annabeth's biological father was a history professor living in San Francisco. He lived there together with his wife and their two sons. Annabeth had never met her biological mother. That was a woman with no name, haunting her like a ghost. She was sown fast to Annabeth like Peter Pans shadow. She had been adopted by a Latin teacher and had only lived a few short periods with her biological dad. It had never worked out between them. Brunner had taken care of her when no one else had. Annabeth was happy and grateful to get call this man she now bent down to hug her dad.

"I made food; does spaghetti sounds good to you?"

"Spaghetti sounds absolutely perfect."


Annabeth got up the next morning and went to pull her curtains apart. It was morning, but almost no light reached through Annabeth's bedroom window. The tall buildings in New York didn't always let the sun shine all the way to the ground. Her pyjamas pants were too short, but without bothering to change she sat down in front of her laptop. For a while she sat still, looking directly at the word-document before her. Even if she realised that this really wouldn't help her writing at all, her eyes followed the words she had typed. A sigh escaped her mouth. She let herself scroll through her writing as if one last time. She was about to push the red exist button when she heard someone knock twice on her bedroom door.

"Who's there?" she asked hesitantly. The door opened and revealed Percy with a face painted red.

"It's just me," he smiled and walked in with uncomfortable steps. His eyes asked for permission and he sat down on the edge of her bed. The yellow light from the lamp made his eyes look more moss green than sea green, and his arm ran fast trough his black hair.

"What do I owe you the pleasure of your visit?" Annabeth had turned her office chair towards him and was smiling, curious. His eyes fell from her and were left examining the floor where some colourful socks lay under a rug. Cleaning was not Annabeth's favourite thing.

"I was thinking about yesterday. About what you said. And I was wondering if you would want to try?" His eyes looked up at her, and his face looked so vulnerable, and he was so close that their knees almost touched.

"Try what?"

"Try to kiss someone. Just so we're clear, I don't like you that way. But if it would help you out, you can totally kiss me." A silence fell as a veil between them. She glanced over at him. She saw how his cheeks were turning more and more red, how his left shoelace was untied, and that he had a million hairs covering his legs. How his knees were scarred after many falls, and his knuckles were sore. His hands were playing with the edge of his shorts and his eyes looked down so she could examine his eyebrows and the scrunch that had formed between them. She nodded.

"Thank you, I would like to kiss you, as long as it doesn't change anything. Because I don't like you that way either, but I like you as a friend. And I don't want to lose that."

His hands found hers and he held around them. Their knees knocked into each other, her curls fell forward, their lips met. His lips were chapped and dry and her lips got stuck on his. Without thinking about it Annabeth rolled her chair closer and her hands let go of Percy's to grip around him and push him closer. His tongue traced her teeth as her lower lip was pressed against his lower. She had closed her eyes and his were half open, his eyelashes fluttering. Their noses bumped into each other, their check where hot and red, and they were on fire, burning up in the heat of a distant sun. Percy's hands were cupping her face while her own hands were around his neck, just were his hair started. His breath was hot and fast against her face, breathing at her like a dragon who held a princess prisoner. It felt as if her heart would beat out of her chest, ending up bloody on the floor. Everything was glowing and burning up, their hands, their lips, and their tongues. They were leaning close, their palms were sweating and it felt like firework, beautiful and loud.

Percy's hands shifted and lightly he pushed them apart. They looked at each other, their cheeks and ears red. First kisses aren't important. A first kiss is something you remember but just because it's a first, not because it's good. Annabeth's eyes were telling a different story. So were the couple of sea-green eyes she was looking into. She was shaking a little when she broke the silence to thank him. He nodded and stood up to leave. His eyes lingered on her for a second, and his face had changed. It expressed something Annabeth never before had seen. Without a word he left her alone in her room with yellow walls. She heard his steps stop up for a minute before he started to walk again. As if he had been planning to re-open the door and enter again. She still wasn't breathing normally, but her mind was trying to think about like it was for science. A sentence she had read more than once resounded in her head. "Their tongues battled for dominance", but it had never been a battle, it was a dance.


She pulled her hair back, and left it behind her still hot ears. Then she turned around and started typing. Annabeth sat still in the same position till was going dark. On her desk it stood two almost untouched peanut butter sandwiches. Her phone started playing Green Day and she picked it up, knowing who it was.

"Hi Annabeth, want to come over?"

"Well, not in my pyjamas. I've been writing all day, why don't you visit me instead?"

"You've been writing all day? Yesterday you told me you were on a writing block! Congratulations!" Annabeth smiled a little.

"Good! Should I invite the rest?"

"No!"

"Annabeth Chase, did you fight with Percy again?"

"No, it's nothing!" Annabeth felt queasy.

"It's something, I know it! I can hear it in your voice Annabeth."

"Well I didn't fight with Percy, I sort of kissed him."


"So he did it to help you?" Thalia asked, not sounding convinced.

"Yes, that's it, there were no feelings involved." Annabeth longed for this conversation to be over.

"How was your day with Luke?" Thalia's face lightened. She really liked Luke. They looked a little strange together, but a good strange. They were two people with hands locked in each other's, about the same height. He had short sandy hair and a scar over his eye. He'd gotten the scar in a car accident as a child, but whenever someone asked how he got it, he would say he got it while slaying a dragon. The scar seemed to fade a little whenever he saw Thalia. Thalia used to walk beside him, glowing. All the dark make-up in the world could not make Thalia look un-happy with Luke by her side.

"He said he loved me. He sat down and looked into my eyes and told me he loved me. I mean, we have said it before. Today he said it as if he was proposing to me."


A/N: I truly have no idea how to write kisses. After all there is a reason I got the idea of this story… Thank you so much for the kind reviews!

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