(Lunch)
Percy POV
I watched Annabeth look around for someplace to sit.
Then, she laughed excitedly, and set her tray down on an empty table.
Why didn't we just sit there?
"Piper!" She cried, wrapping a girl into a hug.
The girl was Indian, Cherokee most likely, and had dark brown, choppy hair that reached her shoulders.
I noticed a small braid that ended in a feather. Her eyes were kaleidoscope, always changing color.
A bunch of other girls followed her curiously, and I recognized one of them.
I set my tray down on the same table and swaggered over to her. I stuck my hands out in two guns towards her, winked, made that weird clicking sound with my mouth, and said, "Hey tootse," in a really low voice.
She whipped around and laughed.
"Percy!" she cried, grabbing me into a bone crushing hug.
"Hi, Rachel," I said, hugging her back.
No. We. Are. Not. A. Thing.
We loved each other, yes, because we grew up together. It was a brotherly sisterly thing.
She pecked me on the cheek and we pulled away.
"So, RED. Who's this?" The Piper girl asked curiously.
"My brother," she replied with a smile.
I shoved her, "Not biologically. We're not even step siblings!"
"Ha. That doesn't matter. You still love me, don't you?" She asked.
"Duh," I said, rolling my eyes.
She laughed again and said, "This is Percy Jackson."
"Yes, teen super star and part of the band Freedom. And, don't take his shirt," she said, coming to stand next to me. She smirked.
"Yep. That was one of the first things I ever said to her." I said, putting my arms around both of them.
"Hi, I'm Rachel Elizabeth Dare," Rachel said, sticking out her hand to Annabeth and smiling.
"Annabeth Chase," she said, taking Rachel's hand.
"Now, I must go find the time bombs that I call cousins," I said.
"PERCY!"
"Never mind."