PJO OneShots#4
The Diary
PERCY POV
It’s my first week at Camp Half-Blood. I refuse to be scared anymore. I’m too smart for that. After all…apparently my mom is…Athena, Goddess of Wisdom.
I smiled as I read the younger Annabeth’s diary. It was cute. She was cute. The writing was big an sloppy, but pages later it thinned out, forming into her older self as the words took me deeper into her story.
Chiron told me the Great Prophecy the other night. Luke was there, explaining why Thalia had to go, explaining why she was turned into that stupid tree. It’s unfair. I love Thalia—how could her father do this to her?
I flipped another couple pages, skimming until…
His name is Percy. He has sea-green eyes and messy black hair. He drools in his sleep. I can feel something happening. His arrival—his mom disappearing, him fighting the Minotaur when he’s so new—it doesn’t make any sense. He keeps moaning about his mom and Grover, then about cookies. I think he’s a bit delusional.
Delusional? I’d fought a crazy mythical creature with no training at all whatsoever and survived. Forgive me for being a little beaten up.
Stupid Son of Poseidon. Another child of the Big Three. Great—what’s this one gonna be turned into? A fish?! I just know one thing. I can’t let myself get close to him. It’ll just end like it did with Thalia. He’ll be gone and I’ll be alone again.
But I didn’t die, despite some of the gods’ attempts.
I think I’m in love with Luke. The hair that falls in his eyes, the smile that seems like it’s just for me… I think I’m in love with Luke Castellan, even though he betrayed me, even though he betrayed my home, my family. I love Luke. I just haven’t figured out how much yet.
Jeez. I know he died a hero and all, but seriously, reading that made me hate him just a bit.
I looked over my shoulder towards the door of my cabin, wondering how long it would take for Annabeth to realize I’d stolen her diary. It was a think book, covering her years at camp and then mine, up ‘til now. We were counselors at Camp Half-Blood. I still didn’t have a roommate. Apparently Poseidon was staying faithful. Unheard of, but it made me feel pretty good.
He’s not dead. I know he’s not. Luke may have fallen, but he didn’t die on Mount Tam. He’s rebuilding Kronos within him, and he didn’t die. Percy came to save me, by the way. And now we have matching grey streaks—however weird that may feel to me right now, it felt even weirder when we danced together on Olympus. It was…friendly… Not romantic, of course. Right? I mean, I can’t be having feelings about Seaweed Brain. He’s…Seaweed Brain!
Besides that, he doesn’t have any feelings for me.
Lie. Total, utter lie. I was in love with Annabeth since right before the incident of Mount Tam, even if I hadn’t known it then. That look she gave me when I was holding up the sky…it was sadness and fear and thanks all mixed into one heart shattering expression.
Okay…so…I kissed him.
Jeez, that feels weird to say—or write in this case. I kissed him. Wow. I kissed Seaweed Brain. I kissed Percy Jackson. Right before he died. And now I can’t stop thinking about what it meant. I was having…feelings about him. I just didn’t know what they were. I thought I loved Luke—and I’m sure I do—but not the way I thought I did. He’s like my brother and always has been.
But then there’s the stupid prophecy. …lose a love to a fate worse than death.
If that’s Percy… I can’t bear to think about it.
I smiled sadly. I remembered her telling me about the prophecy. It had stuck with me, even now. Sighing, I flipped through other pages—pages about the war, Nico, Juniper and Grover, then about her becoming the architect of Olympus, complete with sketches of rudimentary ideas before they became wonderful.
She wrote about our kiss in the dining hall, our kiss underwater. She wrote about coming back to camp for the last year and everything it meant; then about becoming counselors after college, just so we didn’t have to leave.
I’m going to Percy’s cabin after dinner tonight. It’s been 7 years. Can you believe that? 7 long, long years and we still haven’t…been intimate.
I stopped reading, looking up at the date. Oh my gods.
I want to surprise him. No offense to him, but he hasn’t taken much initiative in our relationship, and if he doesn’t tell me he wants me, I think I’ll go crazy. Tonight, I’m going to seduce Percy Jackson, Hero of Olympus and the greatest boyfriend that ever lived.
I scrambled off the bed, stuffing the diary under the pillow. She was coming here—tonight. I had stolen the diary from her cabin barely an hour ago. Dinner was in twenty minutes, and then… Oh, crap, she was gonna be the death of me.
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Later that night she settled her head on my pillow. And frowned. I froze. “Something wrong?”
Without answering me she reached under the pillow and produced…the diary.
Oops.
“You are so dead, Seaweed Brain.”
The List
He wondered if it actually made sense—if it was possible that she was actually his. If so, he was in trouble. He had no idea what that meant; what he was supposed to do for her and with her. When he found the list, he decided that he was going to do every single one over the years they were together, even repeating some.
#100 was used the first day someone saw Percy holding a picture of Annabeth. They’d tried #14 a bunch, #24 was always fun, and #34 was his favorite. He had yet to try #44, but he was working on #46. #38 was still in play, every second of every day. She tried #54 most nights while they sat together watching TV at night. #64 was an old tradition ever since the party after Mount Tam. He was working on #96—he knew Ancient Greek, but then again, so did she. While #72 annoyed her, as she told him all the time, he had to do it, because otherwise he would have died during his allotted study time.
But, out of the 101 things he liked doing with Annabeth, his favorites were #63, #67, #28, and #29. Because they were sweet, because they were intimate, because they clearly and unsubtly let Annabeth know that he loved her and he was never, ever going to let her go.
The actual list:
http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/101-Things-To-Do-With-Your-Boyfriend-Girlfriend/119742941378851?v=app_4949752878