Request: The Nightlight IncidentDrew muttered to herself as she marched from cabin to cabin. She blamed Piper for this. Well, she blamed Piper for everything, but this especially. Chiron had announced that an Aphrodite camper had to do inspection that week and dear Miss McLean had decided to take a vote as to who would be saddled with inspection duty. Drew was elected. So she scowled at campers who failed to get their cabins in order in time, scribbled on her clipboard, gave the Athena cabin two out of five purely because Annabeth was dating Percy, and steered clear of Nico’s cabin altogether. He was at Camp Jupiter anyway. When she got to Cabin Three, she knocked on the door—as was protocol— and barged in without waiting for an answer—as was her personal protocol. She had things to do anyway and this would only take a minute. Surprisingly, Percy’s cabin was almost immaculate. Chiron had said it would take Percy some time to get used to things being so normal, so it
An Ending Worth Waiting ForPercy slid out the door and spotted Annabeth a little ways away leaning over the Argo II's rail. He walked toward her, noticing absent details like the fact that her hair was out of its usual ponytail and blowing freely in the breeze."Hey," he said coming up behind her. "Why aren't you inside partying with all the others?"Annabeth glanced over her shoulder and shrugged. Her hands fiddled with the beads on her necklace. "I don't know. Just needed to think I guess."Percy shook his head. "We win a war and you want to sit out here and think." It was just so Annabeth.She turned and punched him in the shoulder. "Shut up, Seaweed Brain."He smiled and lifted one of her hands off her necklace, threading their fingers together. "Well I think the amazing Miss Chase deserves at least one victory dance of the night."She stared at their twined hands. "You know, technically its morning."Percy rolled his eyes. "We're dancing," he pulled her close. "Even if you don't want to."
Love StinksWhen you are feeling sadwhat's the sense in romantic songs?Love is good, they say...Did I learn it all wrong?Heart is an attention whore,love is a vanity game,romantic stories are just lies -Now cover your face, and hide the shame.Forget the trifles and common sense,remember this one thing:No one cares about your feelings,love is rotten and it stinks.
UnbreakableAnnabeth was starting to get suspicious. At first, I had been able to fool her into believing I was only anxious about my finals, but it wasn’t working so well anymore. It didn’t make much of a difference, since I hadn’t actually thought I’d be able to trick her for so long.We spent our afternoon walking down the Central Park and just having a good time. Everything was going great, except for the times I felt shivers running down my spine, as if Athena was watching my every move closely. Even though I had talked to the goddess, she hadn’t been absolutely happy about my plans. But she gave her blessing in the end – after threatening me, naturally.Talking to Poseidon had been easy, really. He was quite fond of Annabeth, after all, and helped concealing from her that I had travelled to San Francisco to talk to her father, claiming that I was with him under the sea.I thought I’d been nervous when I talked to Annabeth’s dad. Oh, how I was w
HomePercy blinked open his eyes slowly and turned to face the alarm clock. The dim, red numbers read 3:47am. He winced and rolled over to face Annabeth. She was sleeping soundly, with her curls billowed out over her pillow. Percy kissed her temple gently and tossed off his covers, padding over to his closet. He pulled on his old CHB shirt and a pair of jeans. Slipping on tennis shoes, he carefully reached under his pillow and put Riptide in his pocket. Creeping out of the room, he shut the door quietly as not to awaken Annabeth.They had lived in the Upper East Side apartment for three years now, and it had become part of their new life. Annabeth was in her final year of college at Columbia University and Percy was finishing his degree at NYU. They still went to camp during the summers to serve as directors with Chiron, but Percy still missed it everyday. He missed the smell of strawberries that blew in the wind, the training, the cabins, and the lake. Most of all, he missed the feeling of
Wakey, Wakey (Two Mini Stories In One)Annabeth took one hand off the wheel and smacked the back of her boyfriend's head.He snorted once then jerked awake. "Gah! What..." He rubbed his eyes. "We here already?"She smirked. "Morning, Sleeping Beauty. You're drooling."Percy sat up quickly and wiped at his mouth. Annabeth's grin widened."Guess some things never change," She told him and his face reddened. "Yeah, we're almost there. Road's about to get bumpy, so buckle up.""I am buckled."Annabeth rolled her eyes. "It's a figure of speech.""Can't you just say 'brace yourself'?""Don't be annoying."Percy crossed his arms with a satisfied smile. "So I'm right."In answer Annabeth floored the accelerator, shutting him up quick."Aaaaanabeth. C'mon, Wise Girl, it's time to get up."Annabeth turned away with a groan. Her arms were hugging her pillow like a teddy bear.Percy rolled his eyes as she went back to snoring. And she complained he was stubborn in the morning."See?" He told her. "This is what happens when you s
The Definition of NormalPercy (After TLO) It was a normal day. And lately, we hadn't been getting too many of those, so I had every intention of taking advantage of it. Not to mention, the weather was great for late October. I'd asked my mom if I could borrow the car and go for a drive and she'd barely said yes before I had the keys in my hand and I was out the door. I don't know where I find the patience to drive in this city, but I was going to pick up Annabeth and, for some reason, the traffic wasn't bothering me. It took a little longer than usual but, again, I didn't care. Annabeth was the only thing on my mind. She's distracting like that. Annabeth's dorm was on the third floor and I took the stairs two at a time, humming (off key, I might add) one of her favorite songs. I knocked on the door and for a second, no one answered. Then it swung open and a girl with long, brown hair and wide eyes was standing there. Her expression was hard to place, kind of lik
Describe What We Have, He SaidWhat we have isa little bit of a fairytale,a part of a storyand a taste of a slightly star crossed romance;mixed in a half written sad songwritten on pages of blue ink,carried away in the wind.It's beautiful,it's a little broken,but it's strong enoughto stand on it's own.Just like us.
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