Yay! Here's the ending to the threeshot. Thanks for all the amazing support! A review is loved, especially for the final chapter. I hope you enjoy!

I know it makes no sense but what else can I do?
How can I move on when I'm still in love with you?

~The Script~

Part Three: Afterwards

Percy Jackson stood in the freezing cold outside of his apartment for a second before starting on his way.

Truth be told, Percy had always hated cold weather. Annabeth loved it though, probably because she was from California originally and never got to be in it. But he, bring a born and bred New Yorker, he hated it when the weather was cold. There was no fall. One day it was warm and the next day he was chilling his man bits off.

He took out his cell phone. In the past thirty minutes he'd made two calls and eleven texts, all to Annabeth Chase, who lived on Long Island in a small little house. Well, at least he was pretty sure about that.

Annabeth and Percy hadn't seen each other in about six months. Annabeth didn't take any calls from him. Last he knew, she was living on Long Island, but a lot could chance in six months. It all had for Percy. Not physically but emotionally.

They were both twenty two years old, out of college. Annabeth was going to go back to get her PhD, he was pretty sure, but Percy had barely been able to do what he had done. He'd gone to a community college for two years and then had transferred into NYU miraculously.

Maybe it was college that had made him somewhat smarter, or maybe he was just growing up.

"Jeez," he muttered on the sidewalk. Percy began to walk at a brisk pace, because it was a long walk to Times Square from his tiny little ugly apartment near the Lincoln Center, and it was going to be even worse in this bitter weather. Any minute it would probably start snowing.

For some reason there weren't that many people out on the streets. They must've all had more sense than Percy and decided to stay at home with their families and loved ones, sipping hot chocolate and watching movies.

Shivering and shoving his hands into his coat pockets, he kept walking with his head down towards the ground, staring at the excess trash and gum. Wasn't really a good sight but it kept the ugly wind out of his face.

After five minutes, Percy checked his phone. The recent texts that he had sent to Annabeth were up, and they included:

4:30: Hey, Annabeth, will u meet me at Times Square at around 5:30 or 6? Like by the really big McDonalds and the Doubletree? I haven't seen u in 4eva and I'd like 2 catch up.

4:35: Wise Girl, come on. Plz answer.

4:44: I really do need 2 talk 2 u. Will u plz answer me? I miss u a lot.

It said that she had read them all, but she wasn't responding. Ah, so the silent treatment prevailed. It was the continuation of the one she had been giving him for months. She hadn't even responded to his 'happy birthday' singing back on July Twelfth, and she hadn't even dared done the same thing back to him on August Eighteenth.

So much for that tradition. Percy remembered the day Annabeth had pretty much called it quits with being his friend. It had been in June, and they'd been on Montauk. Percy still couldn't quite remember what he had said, and at the time it hadn't seemed like a big deal.

Annabeth had merely yelled, "I NEVER want to see you AGAIN!" and had stormed off. She'd been wearing her denim shorts and orange shirt, her hair back in a bandana. Yeah, Annabeth had looked freaking beautiful, even as mad as she was.

But Percy had dismissed it, because Annabeth always seemed to be mad at him, but now he realized that Annabeth had been completely serious. She was avoiding him in all ways possible.

His mother was very disappointed in him. So was Grover, and all of his other friends. He'd tried everything with her. Even when he'd gone to her house and knocked on the door, no one had answered. She had to be really pissed with him. Or maybe she too was just disappointed. Percy was in himself too.

And Annabeth was actually talking to his friends. That was the only way that he could find out anything about her anymore. But when he'd called Reyna, one of her best friends, to see if she was still there, she hadn't said anything.

"I swore to Annabeth that I wouldn't tell you a thing," she'd told him curtly, leaving him more irritated than usual. "Don't try to blame her for anything. You brought this on yourself."

That had also been the last time he'd talked to Reyna.

But now Percy understood everything. After a long time of thinking, which Percy absolutely loathed, he'd come up with a solution that he'd had to trace all the way back to sixth grade, during class, when Annabeth had been whispering to him.

I know who likes you.

How could Percy be such an idiot? Sometimes he didn't know. How could he be so clueless? Ironically he didn't have a clue. How could he be so slow? He was just unable to be moved.

He texted Annabeth once more, but it wasn't like she was going to respond. The whole fact that he was doing this was insane and probably wasn't going to work out right. She would never go meet him out there. He'd tried before, but she was done with him. He'd been too slow, and she had finally decided to move on.

So as Percy hurried along in the brutal weather, and the snow began to lightly fall down on his shoulders, he cursed himself. He'd always liked Annabeth way too much and had been too afraid to say anything to her about it. There had always been that giant part in his mind that said that if they dated, it would ruin their relationship.

He should've been braver and just asked her out. Because the entire time, she had been silently screaming at him how she had felt. He had just been deaf.

The girl that liked him in sixth grade had liked him for a long time. It had always been Annabeth.

How in the name of all that was holy had he not realized that sooner?

Once Percy reached Times Square, he stood in between the stretch of sidewalk that connected the massive Doubletree hotel to the bright McDonalds about a hundred feet away. They were right in the light of the giant signs and shops that were everywhere. As much as Percy wanted to go to the M&M shop, he knew this was way more important to him.

Despite the cold, Percy stood there and did not move from that spot. It was just past six thirty, and he had all the time in the world.

He checked his phone. Annabeth had read his latest text. There was still no response, which hurt him, but he felt as though he deserved it. The wind blew hard against his face and his thin coat did little to protect himself. He wished that he were some place warmer, with a bright sun and not bright lights.

Time went fast actually.

An hour passed and then two. Some street vendors were just looking at him weirdly because he wasn't selling anything but he was just standing there. Percy hoped that Annabeth would come and that he wouldn't just stand there for no reason. That would suck.

He should've grabbed some pocket warmers, he realized at around eight forty five.

Percy felt like all of his limbs were frozen. By nine, the sky was pitch black, Times Square was freaking bright, the ground was completely white and stamped by footprints, and Percy couldn't move whatsoever.

Every so often he'd text Annabeth, but she didn't answer. He even called at around seven once more, but it only went to her voicemail. Percy felt so alone and so cold and like the biggest failure the world had to offer. It didn't matter that girls liked him for his face or that he'd been captain of the swim team. It mattered that he couldn't see the obvious and he couldn't have the girl that he'd secretly always wanted.

At one point, a man, one of the vendors, walked up to him. "You've been here for hours," he said. "You haven't even moved and it's in the negatives. What are you trying to prove here?"

"I'm waiting for someone."

"Well, I don't think this person gives a damn about you son. Sorry to burst your bubble."

Percy still just stood there, watching the people walk by and waiting for her face, but he never even saw her. She wasn't going to show up. Now he realized that. He should've left and gotten a Happy Meal, but his feet felt frozen to the cement. So he just stood there even longer until by some miracle, she appeared.

Annabeth looked gorgeous in the city lights, though her cheeks were red from the cold and the lashes of the wind and snow. She wore too many layers including a big brownish sweater on top that looked great. Her hair was falling out of her Yankee's cap. Nothing about her had changed. She looked surprised to even seen him there and his heart did a gymnastics floor routine.

She looked uneasy and like she really didn't want to be there. "I can't believe you're standing out here. How long have you been out here, Percy? You're going to catch a cold?"

Percy didn't know what to say because he was so shocked that she was actually here.

Annabeth tapped her foot impatiently and took a step closer to him. "Did you annoyingly text me to come here just so that you could gawk at me?"

Oh. His mouth was actually hanging open. He shut it quickly and blushed, but she probably wouldn't be able to tell with his bright cold cheeks. Now Annabeth was here, and he had no idea what he was supposed to say to her. Would he tell her that he understood, that he was sorry, that he really liked her a lot and he hadn't meant to act how he had?

"Maybe I should go then—" Annabeth began uncomfortably.

Percy, completely desperate and filled with something he couldn't acknowledge at the time, surged forward and grabbed Annabeth, who tensed up immediately. He couldn't help it. He leaned down and kissed her.

At first, she didn't do anything and Percy felt really weird kissing unresponsive lips. In fact, Annabeth was frigid and stuck in her tight position. Percy couldn't imagine what other people must've thought looking at the two of them.

But then she reached up and twined her arms around his neck, and he was shocked. Part of him had expected her to kick him, yell, "FREAK!" and then not talk to him for another six months. Yet she began to kiss him back, each kiss deeper than the last. Her lips were cold but they began to warm up under his, and they were so soft, just as he had dreamed.

Just two twenty-two year olds in the middle of Times Square in the freezing weather making out after not having seen each other in six months. It was like something from a movie.

When Annabeth pulled back, her lips were swollen, and she looked monumentally confused, something she wasn't that often. "What was that?" she demanded, but she didn't take her arms away from his neck. She toyed with the short hair at the nape of his neck absentmindedly.

"I get it now," Percy told her with a smile. "I just wish I had understood it sooner."

"What?"

"I've always felt the same way; I just didn't want to ruin our friendship. I didn't think that you even liked me any more than a friend—and sometimes I didn't even know if you wanted to be friends with me—and if I asked you out, then it might ruin what we already had. Your friendship was and is precious to me. I don't want to lose that."

Annabeth's gray eyes shone with emotion. "Seriously, Seaweed Brain?" She shoved him a little after that and he stumbled, blinking snow out of his eyes. "I've had a crush on you since sixth grade and you tell me this now!?"

"Um. . . yeah. . ."

She rolled her eyes. "And you want to date me or something?"

"That would be a yes."

"And how long have you been waiting here?"

"Since six."

She crossed her arms over her chest and eyed him. And this time he was almost positive that she was going to say that she never wanted to see him again and then she would just walk away. And then he would officially be crowned King Loser. He braced himself for a steely rejection from the girl he kind of loved.

But she said nothing.

She just turned on her heal and walked away.

Percy stopped breathing. She really was walking away and leaving him. All of this had been for nothing. He needed to go find his crown and go rename himself. His heart literally broke apart and got trampled under the millions of feet in New York City and then buried underneath the snow. He couldn't feel his lips.

He watched Annabeth walk away.

Then she stopped and turned around. "Well, are you coming or not?"

"What?" He was frozen to his spot.

"Percy, I'm going to die of hypothermia if I stay out here too much longer. I'm going to go walk to Barnes and Noble and then get some Starbucks. Are you coming with me or not? I'd love to discuss your proposal." And she was grinning at him.

Percy couldn't have followed Annabeth faster.

And maybe I'll get famous as the man who can't be moved
Maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news
And you'll come running to the corner
'Cause you'll know it's just for you
I'm the man who can't be moved

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