Hey. My life sucks, I just wrote so much and I pressed some random button and it went to the homepage. I was like, 'what the guck?'. Dumb ass computer. Well, I have to start this over, so enjoy. It's about Annabeth's realization and feeling about Percy's disappearance (If you haven't read TLH, get your sorry ass off of Fanfic and read it. You're missing out). This is inspired by Avril Lavigne's "When You're Gone". Apprpriate name, dontcha think?
Disclaimer: I do NOT own PJO&co. Thanks for the freaking reminder.
I woke up that morning earlier than usual. I was always the first one up, but that day I woke up two hours before anyone else. The clock read five fifteen. I tried to roll over, and try to sleep, but my thoughts rushed to my attention at once. My first thought: Percy. My second thought: three weeks together.
That was enough to get me going. I went into the bathroom that only the little ones and I get to use. the others (ten and up) have to shower after camp-fires in the showers at the end of the row of female gods. I guess this was a perk of being senior counselor. The downside was that I had to help my younger siblings bathe when they needed my help. The youngest was four; her name was Macey.
After I was done showering, I brushed my hair and teeth and put on fresh jeans and an orange Camp Half-Blood shirt. I even put on a little mascara. Silena Beauregard, my dear fallen hero, would be proud. I didn't usually wear make-up, but considering I haven't really seen Percy in three weeks, I made the exception.
Don't get me wrong-I saw him during the past few months. My boarding school was only eight blocks from my apartment. I spent a few weekends at his house, sleeping in his bed while he insisted he sleep on the couch. The last time we were caught sleeping the same bed, Chiron swore on the river Styx that we would be punished severely. I guess, even miles away, Percy didn't want to take that risk. I don't blame him, Chiron scared the Hades out of me that morning.
Our weekends together were sweet, but not enough. Percy and I were used to kick-ass stuff...like saving the world from Kronos, Lord of Time. That sort of thing was kick-ass.
Those weekends went by so fast: he would pick my up on Friday, we would go see a movie, make-out a little, then go to his place to see his parents. It was a little awkward at first because Sally was treating me like I was her daughter. I felt uncomfortable because I'm pretty damn sure her daughter wouldn't be making-out with her son when no one was around. The awkwardness passed, though. Saturday was hectic: we would wake up a little late, walk through the city, then go back to his place for dinner. We usually played board games on Saturday, but Percy got frustrated when I would always win and tease him. Sunday was slow. We would do our homework, which was a difficult task for our ADHD and dyslexic minds. We would get through it though. After dinner, he would drive me home, sometimes coming up to my drom to say hello to my roommate, Sarah. She thought he hot. I agreed.
It was the middle of October. We didn't go anywhere that day. It was raining hard and the apartment was too cozy to leave. Our day started great: Sally made blueberry pancakes. We watched TV, reminisced about our quests, and pigged out (well, more like he did) on chips. Sally and Paul were at some appointment or other so we were left alone, much to Paul's worry. He had some crazy idea that monsters would attack if we were alone...he was probably right, but we didn't admit it.
We started to make out on the couch. It started when an episode of Jersey Shore turned on. I flicked it off, before Snooki could explain how awesome her, uh, night was with some dude. Percy looked a little confused. I pointed it out.
"You're confused. She was going to explain her night, Seaweed Brain." I laughed at him. He looked so cute when he was confused. His eyebrows scrunched together, and his lips were pursed.
"I know that! I was just confused 'cause I don't understand how they could do that," he said.
"Um, Percy, I'm not going to explain to you how they had sex." I said a bit awkwardly. We were sitting at opposite sides of the couch. His face flushed.
"That's not what I meant, Annabeth!" He managed. "I mean, whats the point?"
"I-I don't know, Seaweed Brain," I admitted. I stood up and walked to him. He put out his arms, inviting me to sit on his lap. I obliged. I snuggled into his chest, letting my face get buried into his neck. He smelt good.
"How's school, Wise Girl? Are there any guys you need me to take care of?" He whispered.
"My math teacher. He doesn't understand the Pythagorean Theorem and won't admit it. I was sent to the principal's office for arguing." I confessed. He chuckled. I wacked him in the chest. "Its not funny!"
"Sure it is. That's not what I meant, anyway," he snuggled his nose into my hair. I was very comfortable.
"If that's the case, then there's no problem I can't handle myself," I told him. He sighed, a little frustrated with my independence. I felt bad a little. All he wanted to do was help, but I couldn't make it his problem.
"I miss you," he murmured into my hair. Shivers went through my body.
"I miss you too," I told him. He lifted my chin up, and kissed me softly on my temple.
"You missed, Seaweed Brain," I grumbled. He raised an eyebrow. I fixed myself so I was facing him, my legs wrapped around his body. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his forehead to mine. I kissed him. His lips tasted salty-not in the bad way, though. In the don't-you-wanna-swim-in-the-ocean-now way. At first, it was a soft, light kiss. Then he pulled me closer by grabbing my waist.
The light kisses turned into passionate, long ones. His tongue licked my bottom lip, waiting for me to open my mouth. I did and his tongue massaged mine. It was really sweet. We moved from light to passionate in a matter of seconds. I was playing with his hair. It was getting long again. I twisted it through my fingers. His hands trailed up my side, brushing the side of my breast. He didn't over-step his boundaries. I did.
I laid back on the couch, pulling him on top of me. He pulled away for a moment, looking down at me. I was still playing with his hair. I grinned at him. He raised an eyebrow again, silently asking me if this is what I wanted. Sure, we made out like this before, but not since the end out August. Chiron made sure of it.
"Oh gods, you make this so damn hard," he moaned before continuing our kiss. I wasn't sure what he was talking about: not having sex or listening to Chiron.
I took the initiative when he didn't open his mouth right away. I licked his lip, and he opened his mouth. After a minute or so, I heard a moan. I wasn't sure if it was me or him.
It weight on top of me felt good. His hands were trailing up and down my sides and my stomach. I lost my patience. I removed my hands from his black hair and tugged at the ends of his shirt. He pulled away from me.
"What?" He asked, catching his breath.
"Shirt." I panted. "Off. Now." I growled. He grinned his stupid, lopsided grin and pulled his shirt over his head. His muscles were so defined. I guess kicking monster ass was good workout. His abs were perfect. He started to kiss me again, not even waiting for my permission to stick his tongue in my mouth. I didn't complain.
He was a little restrained, which he didn't like. There was no harm in his bare-chested-ness. I, however, could not take off my shirt. Percy was kind of reckless, letting his hormones take the best of him. If he even put his hand up my shirt, he would go mad. I talk from experience. It was kinda hot.
"Just do it," I said. Even when he was fighting Kronos, I don't think he moved so fast. He pulled my shirt over my head, revealing my black lacy bra. He went wild. His hands went everywhere. We must have been kissing for twenty minutes. We were interrupted by a cloud in the middle of the living room. An Iris-message was waiting for our acceptance.
"Percy," I said. He took it as a moan and chuckled against my neck. "Percy!" I said a little more urgently. He looked up, he looked apologetic.
"Too much. Sorry." He looked down.
"What? No. Iris-message, behind you." I said, shaking my head. His eyes widened.
"Is it...open?" He whispered. Good thing it wasn't open, or whoever it was would've seen us.
"No," I whispered back. He smirked.
"Then it's no problem, babe," he chuckled, kissing me again. It took more will-power to stop this time.
"Answer it," I growled. He got off of me reluctantly, looked down at me and smiled.
"Hand me my shirt, Seaweed Brain." He did. I put on the black T-shirt and he put on his green one.
"O Iris, Goddess of the Rainbow, I accept this message," he said. Thalia's face appeared. She looked impatient.
"Hey, Thals," Percy grinned.
"Ten minutes," she muttered.
"I was waiting for ten. Freaking. Minutes, Idiot." She glared at him. She noticed me in the back round, fixing my shirt. Her eyes widened in realization.
"Perseus Jackson," she raised her voice in anger. "If you hurt her, I'll kill you." She growled.
"What?" He asked stupidly.
"IF. YOU. HURT. HER. I. WILL. KILL. YOU." She yelled. "Did it hurt, Sweetie?" She looked at me. I felt my face get hot.
"Thalia-we-I-wait a sec!" I stuttered. I thought for a split second and came out of confusion. "We didn't do it, Thals!" Percy's face turned red.
"Oh gods, no."
She sighed. "I don't believe you," she decided.
For the next twenty minutes we spent all of our drachmas to explain to her that we didn't do anything.
(End flashback. Damn, that was long.)
I broke out of my reverie, smiling. I was still in the bathroom. I went out and saw that it was six twenty. I was in there for an hour, which didn't really surprise me. No one else was awake. I made my bed, picked up a few chapter books Macey had started to read and set them on her nightstand. I had a soft spot for her. I knew how hard it was not to have a female-figure in your life at such a young age. I made it my job to be her role model.
Macey had blond hair, like me, but it only fell to her shoulders. She had to same gray eyes like the rest of our siblings and she had pouty, full lips. Her skin was pale. She was adorable. She was stirring in her bed, probably having a dream about her father again. She had been dreaming about the man who left her on Half-Blood hill in August lately. It made everyone of us sad. She must have felt unwanted. The rest of us did our best to help her feel more at home.
I smiled at my baby sister and went to work on my Daedalus Project. I named it after the genius, because I wouldn't be able to work on the reconstruction of Olympus without him. Time flew by so fast working on the laptop. Soon Malcolm's alarm clock went off. My siblings groaned simultaneously and snickered when they realized that they did it at once. They sat up. It was still dark out. They all looked towards me.
"Good morning," I said in a sweet voice. A few responses floated in the air. Macey was the last on to sit up.
"Daddy?" She asked, confused. She looked around. The others had alarmed looks on their faces. No one liked to see Macey cry. Before I could get up, Malcolm shot out of bed, and gave her a hug. He loved her as much as I did. She sniffled when she remembered where she was and let Malcolm hold her in his lap.
"Boys, hurry up and get dressed. Take turns in the bathroom. Hurry up so the girls can get in there." I told them. There was only about sixteen of us. Nine girls and seven boys. There was only three under the age of ten, so there was a lot of bickering.
I walked over to Macey's bed and sat down next to Malcolm. Macey's face was white and puffy from the tears floating down her face. She noticed me and I out my arms out. She crawled over to me.
"I better go make sure Alex doesn't kill Matthew," he said. I smiled at him. This is why he was my second-in-command. Macey whimpered against my chest. I murmured some promises to her. I told her how much fun we had at camp and how I wanted her to meet Percy.
"Is he your friend?" She asked. I bit my lip, unsure how much I should tell a four year old.
"Then why did I see you guys kissing behind the pavilion?" She yelled. She was laughing now. Along with my brothers against the wall, waiting for the bathroom. My sisters giggled. Malcolm was going into hysterics. He loved it when people jabbed at me. Macey's mood seemed to brighten. My face felt hot.
"Percy's her boyfriend, Macey," Matthew snickered. He was thirteen.
"I knew it, Annabeth!" She squealed.
"Then why did you ask me if he was my friend?" I asked.
"Because I thought it would be funny to outsmart you, Bethy!" She giggled. I hated that nickname. I flinched when I heard it.
"That's not very nice," I scolded lightly.
"Sure it is. Percy told me I could tease you yesterday when I snuck up on him!" She confessed. My face felt hot again.
"I'll kill him," I muttered.
"NO! Don't kill him! He's nice to me. Besides, you couldn't if you tried. Matt said he's invincible." I scowled at this. I didn't like that info passed around too much. Matt turned his head before ours eyes could meet.
"I know where is weak spot is," I whispered as if it was the biggest secret in the world. Oh wait, it was!
She gasped. Macey sat up, holding my face between her hands. She looked too serious for a four year old. I guess that's just how Athena's children are: serious, growing up too fast, and too smart for their own innocence.
"Please don't hurt him!" She begged. I laughed.
"I won't. I promise. Besides, someone has to get into trouble here, right?" She crawled out of my lap, fussing with her pink nightgown. She got out a drachma and held up for me to see.
"He gave me this!" She squealed. She jumped up and down. I smiled. "He said, 'Mace, if you ever, ever, need me, just send me a message, okay?'" She grinned, proud of this.
"Sounds like something he would do, Macey." I agreed. She jumped up and down, happy of my approval. I smiled at this. She was getting more and more comfortable with living here.
I thought about Percy. That was something he would definitely do. He was so sweet. I never really complimented him much, but he would definitely get a compliment-and a kiss-for this.
"Okay, Crew, let's hurry up. I'm hungry. I've been up since five. Chop, chop!" I said. My siblings groaned, Malcolm being the loudest. He was a few months younger than I was and he was acting like a nine year old!
"Yeah, come on, guys," Malcolm grinned evilly. I raised an eyebrow, challenging him to say what I knew he was gonna say. "Annabeth wants to see her boyfriend." Huh, that wasn't as bad as I thought it was.
"So she can smooch him!" Macey laughed, high-fiving Malcolm. "Just like you told me!" She laughed. Malcolm's face fell.
"Oh?" I asked.
"Yeah!" Macey nodded. I walked over to Malcolm. He put his hand out, covered his eyes and feigned fear.
"Please don't slap my hand, too hard, Bethy," He mocked. I put him in a head lock. He struggled under my grip.
"When did you get so strong?" He grunted.
"When I had kick Titan ass," I replied, swearing. My siblings raised their eyebrows. I never swore in front of them except Mal.
"Shit!" Mal cussed as he reversed the move, putting me in a head lock. I yelped in surprise. I was thrown on a bed. He started to do a little victory dance.
"Okay, truce." I smiled. "Now, let's get ready so I can smooch my boyfriend." I laughed.
I was excited for the next three weeks.
A/N HEY! so... what'dya think? review please. it really encourages writers. Makes us feel appreciated. Especially if I could at my boyfriend's house but I declined due to 'percabeth fans'. As if he knows what that means! Anyway, review with love, guys. Expect next chap soon.
Previews for the next chapter: I knocked on his door. It slowly creaked open. The cabin was empty. "Percy?" I called. No answer. I ran out, meeting the rest of the camp at Zeus's Fist. "No sign of him, Annabeth." Clarisse panted, tired from running. I leaned against the boulder. "No," I whispered. More of the same answer was given. I started to cry. Where could he be? Why would he leave? Didn't he think about me?
Is this the end? Was my last thought before Clarisse pulled me into a bone-crushing hug. "We'll find that Seaweed Brain." She promised. I wasn't so sure. (end preview)
Okay! it kinda skipped around a bit in those previews. Thanks, love, AJ121