Road Trip, Chapters 1-5
written by SkylarCraze, a Warrior of Writing
CHAPTER 1:Perfect Timing
Author's Note: Personally, I hate it when authors do this. But I'll make it quick. This is my first story, and I won't ask for a specific number of reviews or anything but…be kind and please review for me. (: Thanks you.
PS. This is after the LO (book 5) BUT Percy and Annabeth aren't together and Rachel isn't Oracle. It's a brand new take on a brand new game. ;) LOL.
I really didn't understand her. I mean, why was she so angry at me lately? I was doing nothing. Just relaxing after, oh nothing, just a WAR, with my friend. So what if that friend is RACHEL?
So, yeah. I hereby attest to the fact that Annabeth Chase has been driving me insane lately.
It all started when we finished Camp. Rachel was going to that all-girls school just like she told her parents and Annabeth was going to stay in New York. With me.
I mean, it's just Annabeth. It's not like I notice the way her luscious hair curls really softly or how her eyes are speckled with darker shades of grey. Or the way she licks her lips, moistening them, just before she starts arguing with me.
Of course not. Best friends don't notice things like that.
But, lately, since Rachel had come to town for spring break, Annabeth was being a real pain. She was always quiet, never like her proud, know-it-all self. And when I pointed this out she scoffed; "Pleas, percy. I'm just busy and unlike you. I don't have enough to go out with my friends."
And the way she said "friends" was so filled with venom and so…livid, I almost wet myself right there. She was honestly that scary.
Anyway, to reality. I was lounging around with Rachel, sitting in her room, on her bed talking to her. She was off in a corner eating and painting. Or eating what she was painting. Or painting what she was eating.
I don't know. I wasn't paying that much attention.
"You know, Perce," she said, "You've never mentioned that kiss I gave you."
This woke me up. I bolted upright. And said, just about the smartest thing in the world. "Huh?"
"Remember? In the car? At the beach. Right before you and Beckendorf went off," I said, smirking slightly.
"I, um, forgot." I said awkwardly. I didn't like this conversation. I knew Rachel still liked me…but I didn't like her like that. She was too much of a friend.
She raised her eyebrows and continued doing whatever she was doing. I was still in slight shock, but she didn't stop there.
"You know I like you, right?"
Yes, I did know. What I didn't know was what this sudden outbreak of touchy-feely time was. Or why it was.
"Um…" I settled for the truth, "Yeah. I do."
"Good," she said, walking over to me. She was now standing right in front of me, hands on her hips and paint splattered all over the front of her red t-shirt. "Because I really feel like doing this to you."
And then she kissed me.
I wasn't kissing back or anything…just in shock. Still.
I mean, yeah, being kissed is great. And Rachel seemed good at it. But there was one person who was on my mind. One person who had kissed me, but to this day is too proud to mention it.
And that one person burst into the room right at that moment.
CHAPTER 2:Holy Mother of the Gods
Authors Note: Well....yeah. I dunno why but I think I got Percy's character a bit wrong last time. But not to worry. I'll fix it. (: Anyway...this is Annabeth's POV, too. I love doing that because I'm more like HER than PERCY. Not only because he's a guy. ;D Anywho; ENJOY! OH YEAH. And I forgot to mention. The whole kissing under water thing didn't happen. Let's just pretend that Percy and Annabeth ate the cupcake and went to bed.
Annabeth's POV:
I was climbing into the elevator of the Dare's home. I didn't like Rachel, but I knew Percy was here. His mom wanted him for something, thus, I'm here. In her house.
In case I haven't made it obvious, I am not a fan of Percy's "friend" Rachel. She's a disgusting excuse for a girl. Whenever Percy's around she giggles and flirts and is just...stupid. Too girly. Percy would never like her. I think.
I am hoping that Percy would've taken a hint by now. But nooooo. He's just as clueless as he was 2 years ago when I kissed him at Mount St. Helens.
But back to reality. I was standing in the elevator in my school uniform; white mini skirt, white shirt, red tie and short-sleeved red blazer, waiting to see whatever Percy and Rachel were doing.
Did mention how much I hate being here?
And as I busted through the elevator doors I saw him. And her.
Kissing.
For a second, all i could feel was hurt. My eyes welled up and began burning with the stupid tears. Then, anger. Then, nothing.
Just...nothing.
The moment I had walked in he pushed her off of him. Percy's face was beat red. Rachel had a smirk on.
So, I did one of the stupidest things in my life.
I punched her.
Don't ask me why, because I don't know. One moment I walked in, the next I saw they were kissing, then they jumped apart then I punched her.
And when my fist connected with her jaw, I've gotta say, It was great.
I hated Rachel Elizabeth Dare.
Anyway, now I could hear Percy's jaw on the floor. So, I simply walked over, grabbed his elbow and walked out the door. We stood in silence in the elevator. I hated him for kissing her. I hated her for kissing him. Could she not see that I hated it?
It was stupid! Idiotic! Just...a waste of time.
I don't know. I didn't know. I would never know.
Ugh. My thoughts hurt. I don't want to think about this.
I decided to screw everything and once the elevator was at our floor, I walked out, heading towards the car.
Percy, who'd finally caught up with reality, was jogging to keep up. "Annabeth," he said, confused and frantic. "Slow down! Wait! We need to..."
I ignored him. Right now, I felt like punching him, too. But then I realized...it didn't matter. He liked Rachel. Rachel was his. He was Rachel's.
I felt the hurt set in...but it was irrational. Stupid. I didn't like Percy Jackson like that. No! Never! We were best friends. Sure, I'd kissed him once, but that was only because I thought I'd never see him again. And because I had always been curious of what his lips would feel like.
But, still! Never. I've been living with Percy since the War finished, which was 8 months ago. I know too much about him. I shouldn't like him.
But...I was Athena'a daughter. I knew my emotions. I was wise. I was rational.
So, I had to admit...what I did back there proved how much I liked him.
And it was a lot. A lot a lot.
Percy's POV:
All I could think was that Annabeth punched Rachel. Annabeth punched Rachel.
I hadn't even had time to say bye. Annabeth just pulled me away and downstairs. And to say the elevator ride was akward would be the understatment of the year.
It made no sense! Annabeth punched her for no reason...Or a reason I couldn't see.
Maybe I was stupid. Or clueless. Or both.
But...why? The question kept pounding in my head. Why did Annabeth act like that? She was never a violent person; only in battle. She was calm, collected, solemn. Never spontaneous or irrational.
I guess I'd just have to leave it.
And that's pretyt much how things went with me and Annabeth; if we didn't understand we just left it. We didn't talk about it or even hint anything about it. Just...nothing. Left it in a pile of "things we'll have to talk about someday".
Right now, I was sitting in the car while Annabeth was driving us to what I thought was Olympus. We still had said nothing. I wondered about what she was thinking. She had that stubbornly empty and yet steely look on her face. One I'd seen on Athena a billion times before.
Her eyes were different though. The stormy grey orbs were dancing with anger. I knew Annabeth, so I knew not to say anything she was angry. Most girls would just blabber when they were angry; like Rachel.
But not Annabeth. She'd just shut up and sit tight until she felt better.
Soon enough we reached the Empire State building. We walked in, me behind Annabeth, and she paid the security guy a drachma. We headed into the elevator and pressed the button with the Greek sign. This time, I spoke.
"Annabeth," I said. Her eyes turned on me. I cleared my throat. "Um, I, just, I didn't mean to."
What was I talking about? Why was I even talking?
She arched an eyebrow, waiting. "I didn't mean to kiss her," I said in my shaky voice. She was making me so nervous. It didn't help that her short skirt was showing off so much of her smooth, long legs.
"How about this, Seaweed Brain," she said, looking away, at the number thing that shows what floor we were on. "Lets just not talk about, okay?"
I nodded, gulping. Glad we finally had that out of the way. I hated being on weird terms with Annabeth. She was my best friend. "So. Why are we here?"
"Your dad said he wanted you while I was fixing up a statue of him. He said he needed to talk to you," she said, her eyes clouded with curiosity. Then they locked with mine. "I wonder why..."
We didn't say anything more since the lift finally reached our floor. We walked out and into the bright greatness of Olympus.
I saw my dad sitting on his throne a couple of hundred meters away. I started walking alongside Annabeth towards him. She kept analyzing Poseidon, analyzing being one of her favorite hobbies, trying figure out what he was thinking. Her eyebrows were all scrunched up, something I remember her saying looked cute on me.
I wonder if she...that would explain why she punched...but no. No, no, no. Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, one of the most sought after girls at camp, liking me? Percy Jackson, dorky hero?
Never. It just couldn't happen. And plus, we were best friends, and just...couldn't.
Anyway, we'd now reached my dad. I knelled down, bowing to him. He gestured for me to get up, smiling and said; "Well, Percy. I'm glad you came."
Confusion. Why was he being so weird? "Uh, I'm glad I came, too, Dad. So, what's up?"
"Oh, well," he started, clearing his throat. This was only getting worse. He only cleared his throat when he needed to talk about something serious. "I just wanted you to meet someone."
"Oh, really?" I asked, eyebrows raised. "Where are they?"
"Um, well," he was turning red. I wondered why. This was pretty weird, my dad blushing. I glanced at Annabeth, throwing her my "what the heck is going on look". She threw me the same one back.
"Phoebe!" he called.
A girl with long, long black hair, same as mine and Dad's, came into view. She had light brown eyes, speckled with silver. She was tall and skinny. Okay-looking I guessed. Nothing next to the girl standing next to me, whom I (the pervert who thought like this about his BEST FRIEND), thought was more beautiful than even Aphrodite.
"Percy," said my Dad, "This is Phoebe Jenkins. She's your sister."
Holy mother of the gods.
So, yeah. That's it for now. I know, I know. Such a used idea. But I needed something that woudl make Percy want to run away for our ROAD TRIP! This chapter wasn't that fun to write but the next one is great.
PS. Sorry for these Cliffies.
Reviewwwww! Pleeeeeeease.
CHAPTER 3: I've Got an Idea
Author's Note: Well, yeah. Sorry for the late update. This chapter is better! And loooonger. And just...over-all nicer. I hope you like it as much as I do. (:
Percy's POV:
Oh, man. Oh man, oh man, oh man. This was not happening. After that complete crap with Rachel and Annabeth...now this?
Is it just me or is my life a never ending cycle of STUPIDITY?
Well, this is what's going on; I'm shell-shocked, Annabeth is interested and Dad is waiting. Just a typical version of us when we get some important news.
But this...this was MORE. I had a sister. A real, live, flesh-and-blood sister. And her name was Phoebe. A Titan.
Could it be more ironic?
I stared at Phoebe, really looking at her. I had the sudden urge to swear. I'm not he "fuck this, fuck that" type of guy, but right now I could have said all words and much, much more.
"I...uh," I stuttered, later settling for the classic. "Oh my god."
My Dad smiled wryly. His face was sad, worn. "Amphitrite is going to kill me. Again."
I had to laugh at that. My dad was a bit of a player with his tons of affairs with mortal women. But with my mom and I...he'd told me it was different. That he still loved my mom. That he would love her forever.
Which was kind of mushy, but hey. It was nice.
Going back to the present, I turned my gaze from the skinny black-haired girl twiddling her thumbs nervously, to Annabeth who was staring at her exactly the same way as she looked particularly interesting books. My mouth stared opening and closing until my head wrapped around it.
I had a sister.
Once that happened, everything else happened quite quickly. I grabbed Annabeth's elbow and yanked her moving, heading as fast as I could towards the elevator. I left my Dad, Phoebe and Annabeth in shock.
"Percy," she gasped, as she was being shoved into the elevator by me. Her eyes were a little angry, but pitiful. It only made me feel weirder.
'Percy!" I heard my dad yell from behind me.
"Percy," I heard Phoebe whisper softly, like she was hurt.
But I didn't care. I didn't want to care. I felt so overwhelmed, I turned to everyone, one by one, and yelled right back. "STOP SAYING MY NAME!"
Then I flipped off both my Dad and my sister and stomped into the elevator, shutting it quickly. My dad, who could just appear wherever he wanted, decided to leave me alone for while. Annabeth didn't do the same.
"Percy!" she yelled, her eyes daring me to react, "What in Hades do you think you're doing? You just gave a god, a god of the BIG THREE, the finger."
I didn't respond for a bit. "I'm sorry," I said, sincere for once. "I just didn't know what else to do but get mad."
She thought about this for a moment. "Well," she said, akwardly now, "I guess I understand."
"Thanks," I said, meeting her eyes for the first time since I got the news. And once they met, they sure didn't let go. I was locked, trapped for a moment in the stormy grey and shining eyes.
Then she cracked a sad, wry smile. "That was some news," she said, her voice comforting. "It okay to overreact."
I looked down. I didn't feel like talking about it. I wanted to get away. I wanted to have fun for once.
Then an idea popped into my head.
And, coincidently, the elevator rang just then, the doors opening at our floor. After that, I grabbed Annabeth for the second time, but this time her hand. I could see her blush a bit, but just ran towards the car.
"Percy," she said once we reached my car, exasperated. "Would you please tell me when you decide to spontaneously run?"
I grinned a little. The idea in my head was perfect. Just what I needed. Sure, it was a little awkward, but it was nice.
She raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Then she turned to face the car. "Um...Percy?" she asked, "Why are we going home in your car?"
I grinned some more, glancing at my pride and joy. It was a huge SUV, black in color with completely tinted windows. The front-grill was huge, but over all, it was the most beautiful, most monsterous car I'd ever seen.
It was perfect.
Almost as perfect as my idea. Or the person who was involved in this idea...No! No. Not now, Perce, I though to myself. Not when she just forgave you about the whole Rachel-kissing-thing. Cool you jets, boy. Cool you jets.
"Hello," Annabeth's hand waved in front of my face. "Earth to Perseus."
"I told you not to call me that," I grumbled. "And we're going in my car for a reason. Now get in."
Then without letting her ask anymore question, I hopped into the drivers side happily. I loved this car so much it was kind of sick.
"Hey there, baby," I said, my voice smoldering, stroking the steering wheel. "I missed you."
And as I saw the way Annabeth's eyes rolled at my weirdness and the way her skirt hitched up as she sat down, I couldn't help but feel hotter. Her long, tan legs were the type any guy wouldn't mind having wrapped around him.
And with that thought, I knew this was going to be one heck of an drive.
Annabeth's POV:
I didn't understand him. I didn't get him.
One second, he was frustrated and angry, flipping off his own Dad. The next Percy was grinning like a fool, smiling his seaweed-filled head off.
"Percy," I asked him as I buckled my seat in his car. Which was weird. He usually never drives his car. Always his mom's. "Now can you tell me why were in your car?"
He just smiled at first. Then when i gave him my you'd-better-tell-me-or-i'll-kick-your-butt face, he told me the truth.
"We, Annabeth," he said as he opened his window, letting wind and air come in, "Are going on a road trip."
Author's Note: Well, sorry for the shortness on the Annabeth POV. I promise though. This'll be a great fanfic. It's just started anyway. It gonna get pretty dramatic and funny though. Really funny. Here's a hint for the future: Percy and Annabeth get a little....surprise from a certain girl named Rachel. And she's not very happy about this "trip". Especially about the people going on this trip.
PS. If your like Rachel, don't read this. I'm going to make her sound like the true bi-atch she IS.
CHAPTER 4: We Got Zapped
Disclaimer (I keep forgetting to do these): I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE "PERCY JACKSON & THE OLYMPIANS" CHARACTERS.
Author's Note (I know. This is going to, pretty much, be a habit.): Well. Its been a bit, hasn't it? ;D For all you out there who asked, this is ONE OF A KIND. :P I don't like weird, unorginals. I know the whole sister thing wasn't cool but, as I said to a certain someone, it's just for a reason that Percy runs away. You'll see. They go to great places, and have great fun, but its all fluff. I have a subplot thing, but nothing to big. Just fluffiness everywhere and then a happily little after. But thats far away. Right now, they're heading for their first destination. LMAO. You'll like this chapter. It's loooong.
Annabeth's POV:
A road trip. A road trip. Me and Percy were going on a road trip. Alone.
If this was so wrong...why did it feel so good? Why was I so excited at the thought of ditching school, ditching New York, ditching everything (only for a while though) with Percy?
I make myself very sick sometimes.
"So," said Percy, rolling down his window, letting the wind pull at his hair, pushing a bit into his eyes, making him look...absurdly beautiful. The way the sun made his jet black hair sparkle, the way his sea-green eyes glittered with easiness and...joy. I think. It was this thing. It was only ever in Percy's eyes, something that made me lock my gaze with his whenever our eyes met.
I really was in love with him. Oh, well. At least I got to spend a few weeks on the road with him.
"So, yourself," I said, smiling.
He grinned knowingly. He obviously got the message that I was with the idea. At first I was shocked. Totally appalled. But later...later I felt, hey. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea for a Seaweed Brain.
"You know," he started, "I don't know where we're going. So...where do you think we should go?"
"Oh," I said, thinking. I'd always liked mountains. But Percy loved beaches...and the only two beaches I could stand were the Camp Half-blood one and...
"Oh! How about the North Carolina beach? I love that place. Black water, grass, ugly sand."
He chuckled. "Sure," he said, rolling his eyes, "Ugly sand here we come."
And for a while, we sat in silence. Silence with Percy was nice. Calming. It wasn't pressured or dense like most silences with other people. It wasn't awkward or even a tiny bit rude. Just...soothing. Sweet. Lovely.
And I decided, in this silence, that I would let myself go on this trip. Let me think my sick, sick thoughts about Percy and, hopefully, by the end of the trip, I'd be clean. Ventilated.
So, right now, I was marvelling at the sheer sexiness he had as he slipped on his Ray Bans. With this slender, rolling muscles; I could just rape him right there.
Wow. I guess I had been holding in a lot of excess horomone, because right now, I'm feeling seriously horny.
But just look at him. Percy's short sleeved shirt was working for him...a bit too much. It gave me a hint of his not-TOO defined abs, his shaped arms. I wanted him to stop the Hummer and just take me into his lap and...
Lost in my own little fantasy, I barely heard him when he said; "Well, Wise Girl," he sighed, looking at the tank levels, "Looks like this baby needs some milk."
"You're very sad, you know that?"
"Oh," he said, feigning surprise, "Well, no. You've only said three times before."
I laughed loudly. A wide smile spreading across my face. I stared out the window and saw the best sign in the world.
You are now leaving New York.
Percy's POV:
She was so beautiful.
And I was such a pervert.
My best friend. I was thinking like this about my best friend. Sickening, right?
But, there she was now, her red blazer thrown back, her tie losened, first few buttons of her shirt undone, hair fantasically messy. I could feel my want to lean over and take her all in, blazing. Literally.
But, that aside. The setting sun hit her face on an angle, making her grey eyes glitter in the sunlight. Her tanned skin was glowing, from the inside out, with pure delight. She was just as happy about this trip as me.
We were chattering right now. About her school. About camp. About this and that. I could go on for hours, just talking with Annabeth. She was the one who could make me calm when I got angry, laugh when I was sad, angry for the stupidest reason. There was just so much...comfort with her.
And I was glad we were going toegther. Just her and me. Right now we were only our way to North Carolina to see a spot Annabeth told me that she visited with her school a few weeks ago. Right now, we were passing through a forest-y town in the middle of Pennsylvania.
"So, my friend Ally," she said, "She likes you."
This caught my attention. "Huh?" I said. I have an uncanny way of always saying the smartest things when girls start saying things like that around me. Especially if the girl is sitting with her knees on the dash, slid over, giving me a painfully full view of her long, delicious legs. How much did I want them wrapped around me?
A lot. A lot a lot.
"Ally Beckham," she continued, glancing at me like this piece of information couldn't bother her any less. Which obviously meant it bothered her. A lot. "She. Likes. You."
I grinned. Raising an eyebrow I asked; "And why does that bug you?"
I admired the way her cheeks and the tip of her nose turned scarlet, dripping with embarrassment. "I am not bugged. I could care less who liked you."
I decided to let it go, but kept on grinning. I guess Annabeth really didn't like that, since she punched me, hard, in the arm. I yelped as her fist connected with my arm. She was, as I knew way too well, really strong.
"Thanks, Wise Girl," I muttered, "Way to take a joke."
'Why you're very welcome, Seaweed Brain," she winked smiling with fake brightness. "Anytime."
I let a smile twitch, trying to force its way onto my lips until i finally gave in, laughing.
At then, at that very moment, the car broke down.
First there was a crackle, then a lurch, then we stopped, then a grunting from the engine, then a curse from me. "Oh, man," I said. This was so not cool. I did not know how to fix cars. We'd have to walk to the nearest town, which we passed about 10 minutes ago and we'd been driving at 120 kilo since.
I looked at Annabeth, who was trying not to laugh. "What's so funny?" I asked. "Getting stuck in the middle of the forest without a working car?"
She laughed at this, lightly, but soon said, "No, Percy. What's so funny is that this car has never, ever broken down since the War and now, a year later, it breaks down in the middle of the forest. Coincidence. Its amusing."
I grumbled and muttered a long line of mutters; mostly about how not amusing being eaten by wolves is.
As i grumbled my way out, I suddenly found myself in the middle of a forest.
Seriously. One second, I was getting out of the SUV, the next, I was in the middle of a dark, shimmering forest with leaves of red, orange and brown. At the back of my head, I was thinking of how beautiful the place really was.
I looked around and saw that the leaves were partially on the ground, partially still on tree. The soft wind was whistling and cozy grassy paths were cut out. The gray-white trunks of the Paper Birch trees collided perfectly with the oranges, greens and reds of the leaves. It was like someone had created a forest based on a Autumn postcard.
"W-what just happened?" Annabeth stuttered out.
"I...I dunno," I said, "But I know who's involved.
Obviously. There's only one type of person who can zap you to places.
She waited, both eyebrows raised. "Gods," I said shortly.
I saw her face shift into understanding then into bitterness. "I hate it when hey do that," she said.
"No duh. No one likes being zapped around, Annabeth."
She turned from me and started analyzing the landscape. "The trees are birch, probably Paper Birch, so were probably still in Pennsylvania."
"Joy," I said rolling my eyes. "But there's a lot of Pennsylvaina."
"Oh, come on," she said. "You can't seriously think the gods wouldn't do anything."
"I knew that, but seriously. I thought it'd be something like me being scolded by Dad or something."
"Well, its stupid to presume!"
"We're not having an argument. Right now? No way. Please be quiet."
"No! Don't tell me what to do!"
She was so stupid sometimes.
Annabeth's POV:
He was so stupid sometimes.
Really. I don't understand why he spontaneously decides to talk like that to me. It's rude. But I decided to let it go for now. Right now, I wanted to know what was going on.
As we walked and argued, Percy tripped on something, falling flat on his face. I had to twist my lips in various ways to keep from blurting out laughing. Being cool as ever, all I said was; "Learn to walk."
I was about to keep walking forward, but I stopped. On the floor I saw a thing. The same Percy'd tripped on.
It was a fancy wine bottle, with a little fold-y note attached just below the bottle top. The note was written in fancy Ancient Greek, kind of the the cursive of Ancient Greek. It said:
Peter and Annibella;
This is from me (Mr. D) because the gods asked me to give it to you. Its some good wine, so enjoy. Hope your having fun on that "trip". Peter's mom and step dad are looking deadly.
Mr. D.
PS. Go straight from here. There's a tent set up for you two. Don't ask questions. Your dad picked this place for you because he loves it.
"Well, wasn't that informative," I said. "Looks like it was the gods."
Percy grunted, "Knew it from the beginning."
I rolled my eyes and held out a hand, pulling him up. He brushed the dirt off his knees and looked up at me.
Moments like this are what I live for. His eyes were so perfect and his hair messy. His skin was flawless, the light perfect on his body. His nose,, mouth, whole face shaped perfect. Sharp angles. And the moment our eyes latched toegther (as usual) I could feel a course of heat pass through me, making me shiver.
Percy was gorgeous. It was true.
And the fact that he didn't know it, I could see that in his eyes, too, made it even better. I wanted to reach over and push him onto the ground, climb on top of him and fuck him to no end.
Oh gods. I didn't just think that.
But it wouldn't happen. Because I wasn't like that. So, ignoring my female urges, I started walking straight ahead, my cheeks heated.
And soon enough, I reached the prettiest place on earth.
It was on the edge of what i thought was a cliff. God knows where we were, because I don't think Pennsylvania has cliffs. The jagged cliffs and mountains around us made the view of the spreading forest of green, red and orange perfect. The rocks were all tan in colors, and a little away, in full view, I could see a navy-blue lake, shimmering under the setting sun.
But what i loved the most was the sky. The soft shades of pink and oranges blended, the horizon lined with deep plum. I loved every bit. I would never forget even one bit.
"It so..." I said, my mouth hanging open, in a daze from the sheer beauty of the view, "Beautiful."
Understatment.
"Yeah...it's like...perfect. Cut out, ragged, yet perfect."
Sometimes Percy said the stupidest things. Sometimes he says the sillest. But that? That was the most perfect.
Which is why I threw my arms around him the next second. And to say he was shocked is a very, very big understatement. The boy looked like he was seeing another Titan.
But after the initial shock, he wrapped his arms around me and I got to feel his long, muscled arms fold me in. And I loved every minute, but it had to stop. It wasn't right. Our parents were probably watching.
And, then, I saw a problem. The only problem in the whole area. Next to the small bonfire, there was the tent.
And by "the tent", I mean one. Looks like I hadn't paid too much attention to the note's exact wording.
This was going to be a long night.
Author's Note: Well, I liked this chapter. I was inspired to write it because I went my first camping trip was to this forest with birch trees and from there I just made it more...novel-esque. Please, please, please review! I promise, I'll love you forever for it!
PS. This place is only the first of many to come...and the end is hilarious. And, yes, that means I have the entire fan-fic planned out. Kinda.
CHAPTER 5: Zoning Out
Author's Note: Well. Yeah. Here's another one. I hope you like! :)
PS. To answer wisegirlindisguise's question: By kinda I mean I have no clue what i'm doing. I have only this keyboard and my brain. LOL. I joke, I joke. I have an idea of whats to come, but in between I only have a few bubbles. Not much, but enough to have fun with, you know?
Anyway, back to the story.
Annabeth's POV:
You know, I don't think I'd ever been more embarrassed than at that moment. And I, still addled by hormones, was happier than could be. Yeah, the whole I-want-to-ravish-Percy thing has not been cleared up.
Percy was currently gawking at the single tent, but then I noticed his eyes slowly shifted down to the bottle of wine in his hand. Then back up.
He cleared his through after a moment, making a choking sound. "What is wrong with the gods?" he asked, earning a loud clap of thunder to shake us.
I wanted to ask the same question, multiple times, but decided not to. Time to go with the flow, I thought.
"Well," I said, looking at him lazily (I know. I have serious acting skills. And with plenty to lie about, i'm never very honest). "Whatever. Let's check it out."
Grabbing his hand, I pulled him towards the tent, pulling down the zipper as I stepped in. Inside there were two sleeping bags, a single flashlight and a backpack with, what I guessed (by the smell), was food. I moved out the way so that Percy could come in and he looked around, still in shock.
After a while, Percy started talking again. More like rattling actually. He just kept going on and on and on about whatever he was talking about. I tried to listen, but decided to watch him. Since we had exited the tent, we sat outside, watching the sun come down. I had already lite a, now, softly blazing fire. The smell of burning wood, something I always liked, was delicious. Almost as delicious as Percy, who was lying on the grass, elbows propped up as he kept on going at it. Talking, I mean.
I gazed at him. His eyes looked almost black in the shadow his face was in and shined. His face looked sharper and his hair somewhat neater. He was...the devil. A super-cute, super-sexy devil, but my devil all the same.
I wanted him so badly. In my head, I formed a fantasy:
Percy said; "And, yeah, so she was really rude then, but now, I think me and Clarisse should just forget it you know? And...hey, Wise Girl. You still listening?"
I looked at him, rolling my eyes. "Nope."
He grinned and suddenly his expression changed. I could see hard, deep lust in his eyes. I was suddenly felt the same. He was hot as he sat up, leaning over to me, who was sitting on a short distance from him. Close enough that if he leaned a little more...
"Is this okay?" he asked stupidly.
I answered by grabbing his face and yanking his face into mine. Slowly, I felt his soft, plush lips press against mine, hot against my own tingling ones. I gasped as he pulled in, then out, then dove in again. This time he was rougher. It wasn't as sweet, but filled with the same hotness. His hands reached for my waist, pressing me into him. I grinned a bit as I got up and slide into his lap, straddling his legs. Now, grabbed the back of his neck tightly, fully in control. He wrapped his long, muscular arms around me, folding me in, making me whimper with delight. I wanted him. I wanted him so badly.
Now with a new sense of strength, I pulled away. Percy looked struck for a moment, but then saw the look on my face. He began to grin slowly...
"Annabeth?" said a way-too familiar voice. I saw a hand waving in front of my face. "Earth to Wise Girl?"
I opened my eyes, which had slowly shut themselves during my...dream. I felt that my....nether regions were hot, wet even. I blushed brightly and said; "Um, Sorry. Didn't mean to zone out like that."
"No problem," he said, still gazing at me, his eyebrows scrunched toegther, make him amazingly cute. I could have kissed his then, but decided on not. I didn't want to be rejected yet. My little fantasies made me happy, no matter how much I denied it. Liking him made me happy.
"Well," he said, staring out into the now dark sky, "Wanna go to bed?"
He said the last thing with a timid edge. He was weired out by the fact that we had only one tent, too.
"Sure," I said, getting up, brushing my knees, "But..."
The thought in my head wasn't very me-like. I shouldn't have said anything, I though. How stupid are you, Annabeth? Ugh. Stupid enough to be aruguing with myself, is the answer.
"But what?" asked Percy, raising one eyebrows. He was so..handsome when he did that.
"Oh," I said, blushing again, "Nothing. Just...," I cleared my throat, putting on a braver face, "The wine. I thought we shoudln't let it go to waste."
He wasn't very surprised. "Yeah, but I was thinking we should just drink it in the tent. Its getting cold out here."
I smiled a bit. What a whiner. I nodded, and head for my bag. Quickly I yelled at Percy, who was in the tent already, that I was going to change out here and that if he even thought about looking out, I'd kill him.
Of course, that was all a lie. All I wanted was for him to want to look out.
Too bad he didn't. He was too sweet.
Once I entered the tent wearing my dad's t-shirt and short shorts, hair tied back into a messy pony, I felt odd. My usual sleeping outfit wasn't very...flattering. But when I got inside, Percy, who was dressed in flannel PJ pants and a quite tight white t-shirt (which looked gorgeous, giving me the lines of his perfect abs), gawked at me.
"Percy," I said, lazily again.
"Huhhh," he replied, mouth still hanging open. It was like he'd seen another Kronos or something.
"You're jaws on the floor."
He gulped a few times, then said. "Oh. Sorry."
I slipped into the sleeping bag and turned to my side, staring at him now. I watched the ways his muscles flexed as he reached for the wine and the glasses, pouring some into each glass. I got a full view of his supple butt as he was digging through the contents of the bag, pulling out anything editable.
And by the time we'd started eating, I already felts very...dirty.
I wondered if fantasies and views of his body did this to me what his kiss could do.
Too bad I'll never find out, I thought sadly.
Percy's POV:
I don't know why Aphrodite's doing this to me, but when Annabeth stepped into the tent, I've never felt so turned on. Her long tan legs were smooth and completely in sight. Her hair was messy and sexy, her curly bangs hanging. Her huge t-shirt saying Greenpeace gave me hints of what her chest looked like. And the moment I saw her I wished this moment could just stop. Freeze.
And as if she'd answered my prayer, she stood still. Staring into my eyes with her stormy grey orbs. "Percy," she said, her voice rougher. I liked that about Annabeth. She had a rough, bed voice. Too bad I, the pervert, would always be affect by it. Especially where what was inside my pants was concerned.
"Huhhhh," I said back smartly.
"You're jaws on the floor."
Snapping back, I swallowed a few times, trying to find my voice. Why couldn't she just be ugly? It would make our relationship so much easier. Why did she have to be so damn gorgeous?
"Oh. Sorry," I muttered, going back to finding wine and food.
I could hear her slip into her sleeping back and turn around in it a bit. I felt myself, turning redder and redder as a sick, sick fantasy formed in my mind.
I turned around to find that she was staring at me, her eyes filled with lust. I wanted her and she wanted me back.
Slowly, I got up, Walked to her, and unzipped her sleeping bag. She kicked it around until Annabeth was sitting cross-legged on top of it, staring at me. "Percy, plea-"
She didn't finish. Her lips looked to good. I had to kiss her. Slowly, she relaxed into the kiss, sucking back. I felt my pants get tighter. She was way too good at that.
Slowly, it got crazy. Her hands started clawing my back. I pushed her until she was lying on top of the sleeping bag and put knees between her legs. Deliciously slowly, she wrapped each leg around me, smiling wickedly. She knew what i was doing to me.
But I got back at her. I kissed her hard, licking her bottom lip. Her moan made me feel...
"Percy."
I blinked. I'd zoned out. I could feel the hard bulge in my pants and was sickened by myself. I prayed to every god I know, except Athena and my dad, that she didn't notice.
I looked at Annabeth, who was sipping the wine, her lips red because of it. I reached out and wiped a dribble on the corner of her mouth, not knowing that I was doing what I was doing. I pulled back quickly, muttering; "Sorry."
She stared at me now, her dewy lips parted a bit, her eyes confused. I wish she knew what she did to me. I wish she'd stop.
I pulled the food in front of her and started chewing on some of the chips. The sprinkled all over the front of my shirt and I wished I could sleep normally without my stupid shirt. Then, I thought, hey. If Annabeth didn't like me, which she so obviously did not, since she still mourning Luke, the guy she did love, then my sleeping shirtless would not bother her. So, without saying anything, asking if I could or could not, I put my pringles down and pulled off my shirt.
Annabeth choked on her food. She started coughing a second later. I looked at her, eyebrows raised, until she gasped; "What are you doing?"
"Does my sleeping with a shirt bother you or something?"
She turned red. Her glare proved that she was lying. And, plus, she was staring into the corner of the tent, determined not to look at me. "No," she scoffed.
I pressed my lips together from smiling. I thought she just wouldn't care or notice but this reaction made me happy. She looked cute when she was uncomfortable.
I began sipping the wine as I finished off my food. Annabeth was still fuming. I smiled a bit, then turned to her. "I can put it back on if it makes you uncomfortable," I said.
"You don't have to," she said, her voice harder than she might've intended. "Its fine. I'm going to sleep."
I knew she didn't mean to...but the fact that she was so unaffected, that my body didn't even please her a little, it hurt. But ignoring the feeling I grumbled "Yeah, me, too," back and got into the sleeping bag. I shut off the light and said one final thing, my tone soft, volume barely above a whisper; "Sweet dreams, Wise Girl."
CHAPTER 1:Perfect Timing
Author's Note: Personally, I hate it when authors do this. But I'll make it quick. This is my first story, and I won't ask for a specific number of reviews or anything but…be kind and please review for me. (: Thanks you.
PS. This is after the LO (book 5) BUT Percy and Annabeth aren't together and Rachel isn't Oracle. It's a brand new take on a brand new game. ;) LOL.
I really didn't understand her. I mean, why was she so angry at me lately? I was doing nothing. Just relaxing after, oh nothing, just a WAR, with my friend. So what if that friend is RACHEL?
So, yeah. I hereby attest to the fact that Annabeth Chase has been driving me insane lately.
It all started when we finished Camp. Rachel was going to that all-girls school just like she told her parents and Annabeth was going to stay in New York. With me.
I mean, it's just Annabeth. It's not like I notice the way her luscious hair curls really softly or how her eyes are speckled with darker shades of grey. Or the way she licks her lips, moistening them, just before she starts arguing with me.
Of course not. Best friends don't notice things like that.
But, lately, since Rachel had come to town for spring break, Annabeth was being a real pain. She was always quiet, never like her proud, know-it-all self. And when I pointed this out she scoffed; "Pleas, percy. I'm just busy and unlike you. I don't have enough to go out with my friends."
And the way she said "friends" was so filled with venom and so…livid, I almost wet myself right there. She was honestly that scary.
Anyway, to reality. I was lounging around with Rachel, sitting in her room, on her bed talking to her. She was off in a corner eating and painting. Or eating what she was painting. Or painting what she was eating.
I don't know. I wasn't paying that much attention.
"You know, Perce," she said, "You've never mentioned that kiss I gave you."
This woke me up. I bolted upright. And said, just about the smartest thing in the world. "Huh?"
"Remember? In the car? At the beach. Right before you and Beckendorf went off," I said, smirking slightly.
"I, um, forgot." I said awkwardly. I didn't like this conversation. I knew Rachel still liked me…but I didn't like her like that. She was too much of a friend.
She raised her eyebrows and continued doing whatever she was doing. I was still in slight shock, but she didn't stop there.
"You know I like you, right?"
Yes, I did know. What I didn't know was what this sudden outbreak of touchy-feely time was. Or why it was.
"Um…" I settled for the truth, "Yeah. I do."
"Good," she said, walking over to me. She was now standing right in front of me, hands on her hips and paint splattered all over the front of her red t-shirt. "Because I really feel like doing this to you."
And then she kissed me.
I wasn't kissing back or anything…just in shock. Still.
I mean, yeah, being kissed is great. And Rachel seemed good at it. But there was one person who was on my mind. One person who had kissed me, but to this day is too proud to mention it.
And that one person burst into the room right at that moment.
CHAPTER 2:Holy Mother of the Gods
Authors Note: Well....yeah. I dunno why but I think I got Percy's character a bit wrong last time. But not to worry. I'll fix it. (: Anyway...this is Annabeth's POV, too. I love doing that because I'm more like HER than PERCY. Not only because he's a guy. ;D Anywho; ENJOY! OH YEAH. And I forgot to mention. The whole kissing under water thing didn't happen. Let's just pretend that Percy and Annabeth ate the cupcake and went to bed.
Annabeth's POV:
I was climbing into the elevator of the Dare's home. I didn't like Rachel, but I knew Percy was here. His mom wanted him for something, thus, I'm here. In her house.
In case I haven't made it obvious, I am not a fan of Percy's "friend" Rachel. She's a disgusting excuse for a girl. Whenever Percy's around she giggles and flirts and is just...stupid. Too girly. Percy would never like her. I think.
I am hoping that Percy would've taken a hint by now. But nooooo. He's just as clueless as he was 2 years ago when I kissed him at Mount St. Helens.
But back to reality. I was standing in the elevator in my school uniform; white mini skirt, white shirt, red tie and short-sleeved red blazer, waiting to see whatever Percy and Rachel were doing.
Did mention how much I hate being here?
And as I busted through the elevator doors I saw him. And her.
Kissing.
For a second, all i could feel was hurt. My eyes welled up and began burning with the stupid tears. Then, anger. Then, nothing.
Just...nothing.
The moment I had walked in he pushed her off of him. Percy's face was beat red. Rachel had a smirk on.
So, I did one of the stupidest things in my life.
I punched her.
Don't ask me why, because I don't know. One moment I walked in, the next I saw they were kissing, then they jumped apart then I punched her.
And when my fist connected with her jaw, I've gotta say, It was great.
I hated Rachel Elizabeth Dare.
Anyway, now I could hear Percy's jaw on the floor. So, I simply walked over, grabbed his elbow and walked out the door. We stood in silence in the elevator. I hated him for kissing her. I hated her for kissing him. Could she not see that I hated it?
It was stupid! Idiotic! Just...a waste of time.
I don't know. I didn't know. I would never know.
Ugh. My thoughts hurt. I don't want to think about this.
I decided to screw everything and once the elevator was at our floor, I walked out, heading towards the car.
Percy, who'd finally caught up with reality, was jogging to keep up. "Annabeth," he said, confused and frantic. "Slow down! Wait! We need to..."
I ignored him. Right now, I felt like punching him, too. But then I realized...it didn't matter. He liked Rachel. Rachel was his. He was Rachel's.
I felt the hurt set in...but it was irrational. Stupid. I didn't like Percy Jackson like that. No! Never! We were best friends. Sure, I'd kissed him once, but that was only because I thought I'd never see him again. And because I had always been curious of what his lips would feel like.
But, still! Never. I've been living with Percy since the War finished, which was 8 months ago. I know too much about him. I shouldn't like him.
But...I was Athena'a daughter. I knew my emotions. I was wise. I was rational.
So, I had to admit...what I did back there proved how much I liked him.
And it was a lot. A lot a lot.
Percy's POV:
All I could think was that Annabeth punched Rachel. Annabeth punched Rachel.
I hadn't even had time to say bye. Annabeth just pulled me away and downstairs. And to say the elevator ride was akward would be the understatment of the year.
It made no sense! Annabeth punched her for no reason...Or a reason I couldn't see.
Maybe I was stupid. Or clueless. Or both.
But...why? The question kept pounding in my head. Why did Annabeth act like that? She was never a violent person; only in battle. She was calm, collected, solemn. Never spontaneous or irrational.
I guess I'd just have to leave it.
And that's pretyt much how things went with me and Annabeth; if we didn't understand we just left it. We didn't talk about it or even hint anything about it. Just...nothing. Left it in a pile of "things we'll have to talk about someday".
Right now, I was sitting in the car while Annabeth was driving us to what I thought was Olympus. We still had said nothing. I wondered about what she was thinking. She had that stubbornly empty and yet steely look on her face. One I'd seen on Athena a billion times before.
Her eyes were different though. The stormy grey orbs were dancing with anger. I knew Annabeth, so I knew not to say anything she was angry. Most girls would just blabber when they were angry; like Rachel.
But not Annabeth. She'd just shut up and sit tight until she felt better.
Soon enough we reached the Empire State building. We walked in, me behind Annabeth, and she paid the security guy a drachma. We headed into the elevator and pressed the button with the Greek sign. This time, I spoke.
"Annabeth," I said. Her eyes turned on me. I cleared my throat. "Um, I, just, I didn't mean to."
What was I talking about? Why was I even talking?
She arched an eyebrow, waiting. "I didn't mean to kiss her," I said in my shaky voice. She was making me so nervous. It didn't help that her short skirt was showing off so much of her smooth, long legs.
"How about this, Seaweed Brain," she said, looking away, at the number thing that shows what floor we were on. "Lets just not talk about, okay?"
I nodded, gulping. Glad we finally had that out of the way. I hated being on weird terms with Annabeth. She was my best friend. "So. Why are we here?"
"Your dad said he wanted you while I was fixing up a statue of him. He said he needed to talk to you," she said, her eyes clouded with curiosity. Then they locked with mine. "I wonder why..."
We didn't say anything more since the lift finally reached our floor. We walked out and into the bright greatness of Olympus.
I saw my dad sitting on his throne a couple of hundred meters away. I started walking alongside Annabeth towards him. She kept analyzing Poseidon, analyzing being one of her favorite hobbies, trying figure out what he was thinking. Her eyebrows were all scrunched up, something I remember her saying looked cute on me.
I wonder if she...that would explain why she punched...but no. No, no, no. Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, one of the most sought after girls at camp, liking me? Percy Jackson, dorky hero?
Never. It just couldn't happen. And plus, we were best friends, and just...couldn't.
Anyway, we'd now reached my dad. I knelled down, bowing to him. He gestured for me to get up, smiling and said; "Well, Percy. I'm glad you came."
Confusion. Why was he being so weird? "Uh, I'm glad I came, too, Dad. So, what's up?"
"Oh, well," he started, clearing his throat. This was only getting worse. He only cleared his throat when he needed to talk about something serious. "I just wanted you to meet someone."
"Oh, really?" I asked, eyebrows raised. "Where are they?"
"Um, well," he was turning red. I wondered why. This was pretty weird, my dad blushing. I glanced at Annabeth, throwing her my "what the heck is going on look". She threw me the same one back.
"Phoebe!" he called.
A girl with long, long black hair, same as mine and Dad's, came into view. She had light brown eyes, speckled with silver. She was tall and skinny. Okay-looking I guessed. Nothing next to the girl standing next to me, whom I (the pervert who thought like this about his BEST FRIEND), thought was more beautiful than even Aphrodite.
"Percy," said my Dad, "This is Phoebe Jenkins. She's your sister."
Holy mother of the gods.
So, yeah. That's it for now. I know, I know. Such a used idea. But I needed something that woudl make Percy want to run away for our ROAD TRIP! This chapter wasn't that fun to write but the next one is great.
PS. Sorry for these Cliffies.
Reviewwwww! Pleeeeeeease.
CHAPTER 3: I've Got an Idea
Author's Note: Well, yeah. Sorry for the late update. This chapter is better! And loooonger. And just...over-all nicer. I hope you like it as much as I do. (:
Percy's POV:
Oh, man. Oh man, oh man, oh man. This was not happening. After that complete crap with Rachel and Annabeth...now this?
Is it just me or is my life a never ending cycle of STUPIDITY?
Well, this is what's going on; I'm shell-shocked, Annabeth is interested and Dad is waiting. Just a typical version of us when we get some important news.
But this...this was MORE. I had a sister. A real, live, flesh-and-blood sister. And her name was Phoebe. A Titan.
Could it be more ironic?
I stared at Phoebe, really looking at her. I had the sudden urge to swear. I'm not he "fuck this, fuck that" type of guy, but right now I could have said all words and much, much more.
"I...uh," I stuttered, later settling for the classic. "Oh my god."
My Dad smiled wryly. His face was sad, worn. "Amphitrite is going to kill me. Again."
I had to laugh at that. My dad was a bit of a player with his tons of affairs with mortal women. But with my mom and I...he'd told me it was different. That he still loved my mom. That he would love her forever.
Which was kind of mushy, but hey. It was nice.
Going back to the present, I turned my gaze from the skinny black-haired girl twiddling her thumbs nervously, to Annabeth who was staring at her exactly the same way as she looked particularly interesting books. My mouth stared opening and closing until my head wrapped around it.
I had a sister.
Once that happened, everything else happened quite quickly. I grabbed Annabeth's elbow and yanked her moving, heading as fast as I could towards the elevator. I left my Dad, Phoebe and Annabeth in shock.
"Percy," she gasped, as she was being shoved into the elevator by me. Her eyes were a little angry, but pitiful. It only made me feel weirder.
'Percy!" I heard my dad yell from behind me.
"Percy," I heard Phoebe whisper softly, like she was hurt.
But I didn't care. I didn't want to care. I felt so overwhelmed, I turned to everyone, one by one, and yelled right back. "STOP SAYING MY NAME!"
Then I flipped off both my Dad and my sister and stomped into the elevator, shutting it quickly. My dad, who could just appear wherever he wanted, decided to leave me alone for while. Annabeth didn't do the same.
"Percy!" she yelled, her eyes daring me to react, "What in Hades do you think you're doing? You just gave a god, a god of the BIG THREE, the finger."
I didn't respond for a bit. "I'm sorry," I said, sincere for once. "I just didn't know what else to do but get mad."
She thought about this for a moment. "Well," she said, akwardly now, "I guess I understand."
"Thanks," I said, meeting her eyes for the first time since I got the news. And once they met, they sure didn't let go. I was locked, trapped for a moment in the stormy grey and shining eyes.
Then she cracked a sad, wry smile. "That was some news," she said, her voice comforting. "It okay to overreact."
I looked down. I didn't feel like talking about it. I wanted to get away. I wanted to have fun for once.
Then an idea popped into my head.
And, coincidently, the elevator rang just then, the doors opening at our floor. After that, I grabbed Annabeth for the second time, but this time her hand. I could see her blush a bit, but just ran towards the car.
"Percy," she said once we reached my car, exasperated. "Would you please tell me when you decide to spontaneously run?"
I grinned a little. The idea in my head was perfect. Just what I needed. Sure, it was a little awkward, but it was nice.
She raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Then she turned to face the car. "Um...Percy?" she asked, "Why are we going home in your car?"
I grinned some more, glancing at my pride and joy. It was a huge SUV, black in color with completely tinted windows. The front-grill was huge, but over all, it was the most beautiful, most monsterous car I'd ever seen.
It was perfect.
Almost as perfect as my idea. Or the person who was involved in this idea...No! No. Not now, Perce, I though to myself. Not when she just forgave you about the whole Rachel-kissing-thing. Cool you jets, boy. Cool you jets.
"Hello," Annabeth's hand waved in front of my face. "Earth to Perseus."
"I told you not to call me that," I grumbled. "And we're going in my car for a reason. Now get in."
Then without letting her ask anymore question, I hopped into the drivers side happily. I loved this car so much it was kind of sick.
"Hey there, baby," I said, my voice smoldering, stroking the steering wheel. "I missed you."
And as I saw the way Annabeth's eyes rolled at my weirdness and the way her skirt hitched up as she sat down, I couldn't help but feel hotter. Her long, tan legs were the type any guy wouldn't mind having wrapped around him.
And with that thought, I knew this was going to be one heck of an drive.
Annabeth's POV:
I didn't understand him. I didn't get him.
One second, he was frustrated and angry, flipping off his own Dad. The next Percy was grinning like a fool, smiling his seaweed-filled head off.
"Percy," I asked him as I buckled my seat in his car. Which was weird. He usually never drives his car. Always his mom's. "Now can you tell me why were in your car?"
He just smiled at first. Then when i gave him my you'd-better-tell-me-or-i'll-kick-your-butt face, he told me the truth.
"We, Annabeth," he said as he opened his window, letting wind and air come in, "Are going on a road trip."
Author's Note: Well, sorry for the shortness on the Annabeth POV. I promise though. This'll be a great fanfic. It's just started anyway. It gonna get pretty dramatic and funny though. Really funny. Here's a hint for the future: Percy and Annabeth get a little....surprise from a certain girl named Rachel. And she's not very happy about this "trip". Especially about the people going on this trip.
PS. If your like Rachel, don't read this. I'm going to make her sound like the true bi-atch she IS.
CHAPTER 4: We Got Zapped
Disclaimer (I keep forgetting to do these): I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE "PERCY JACKSON & THE OLYMPIANS" CHARACTERS.
Author's Note (I know. This is going to, pretty much, be a habit.): Well. Its been a bit, hasn't it? ;D For all you out there who asked, this is ONE OF A KIND. :P I don't like weird, unorginals. I know the whole sister thing wasn't cool but, as I said to a certain someone, it's just for a reason that Percy runs away. You'll see. They go to great places, and have great fun, but its all fluff. I have a subplot thing, but nothing to big. Just fluffiness everywhere and then a happily little after. But thats far away. Right now, they're heading for their first destination. LMAO. You'll like this chapter. It's loooong.
Annabeth's POV:
A road trip. A road trip. Me and Percy were going on a road trip. Alone.
If this was so wrong...why did it feel so good? Why was I so excited at the thought of ditching school, ditching New York, ditching everything (only for a while though) with Percy?
I make myself very sick sometimes.
"So," said Percy, rolling down his window, letting the wind pull at his hair, pushing a bit into his eyes, making him look...absurdly beautiful. The way the sun made his jet black hair sparkle, the way his sea-green eyes glittered with easiness and...joy. I think. It was this thing. It was only ever in Percy's eyes, something that made me lock my gaze with his whenever our eyes met.
I really was in love with him. Oh, well. At least I got to spend a few weeks on the road with him.
"So, yourself," I said, smiling.
He grinned knowingly. He obviously got the message that I was with the idea. At first I was shocked. Totally appalled. But later...later I felt, hey. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea for a Seaweed Brain.
"You know," he started, "I don't know where we're going. So...where do you think we should go?"
"Oh," I said, thinking. I'd always liked mountains. But Percy loved beaches...and the only two beaches I could stand were the Camp Half-blood one and...
"Oh! How about the North Carolina beach? I love that place. Black water, grass, ugly sand."
He chuckled. "Sure," he said, rolling his eyes, "Ugly sand here we come."
And for a while, we sat in silence. Silence with Percy was nice. Calming. It wasn't pressured or dense like most silences with other people. It wasn't awkward or even a tiny bit rude. Just...soothing. Sweet. Lovely.
And I decided, in this silence, that I would let myself go on this trip. Let me think my sick, sick thoughts about Percy and, hopefully, by the end of the trip, I'd be clean. Ventilated.
So, right now, I was marvelling at the sheer sexiness he had as he slipped on his Ray Bans. With this slender, rolling muscles; I could just rape him right there.
Wow. I guess I had been holding in a lot of excess horomone, because right now, I'm feeling seriously horny.
But just look at him. Percy's short sleeved shirt was working for him...a bit too much. It gave me a hint of his not-TOO defined abs, his shaped arms. I wanted him to stop the Hummer and just take me into his lap and...
Lost in my own little fantasy, I barely heard him when he said; "Well, Wise Girl," he sighed, looking at the tank levels, "Looks like this baby needs some milk."
"You're very sad, you know that?"
"Oh," he said, feigning surprise, "Well, no. You've only said three times before."
I laughed loudly. A wide smile spreading across my face. I stared out the window and saw the best sign in the world.
You are now leaving New York.
Percy's POV:
She was so beautiful.
And I was such a pervert.
My best friend. I was thinking like this about my best friend. Sickening, right?
But, there she was now, her red blazer thrown back, her tie losened, first few buttons of her shirt undone, hair fantasically messy. I could feel my want to lean over and take her all in, blazing. Literally.
But, that aside. The setting sun hit her face on an angle, making her grey eyes glitter in the sunlight. Her tanned skin was glowing, from the inside out, with pure delight. She was just as happy about this trip as me.
We were chattering right now. About her school. About camp. About this and that. I could go on for hours, just talking with Annabeth. She was the one who could make me calm when I got angry, laugh when I was sad, angry for the stupidest reason. There was just so much...comfort with her.
And I was glad we were going toegther. Just her and me. Right now we were only our way to North Carolina to see a spot Annabeth told me that she visited with her school a few weeks ago. Right now, we were passing through a forest-y town in the middle of Pennsylvania.
"So, my friend Ally," she said, "She likes you."
This caught my attention. "Huh?" I said. I have an uncanny way of always saying the smartest things when girls start saying things like that around me. Especially if the girl is sitting with her knees on the dash, slid over, giving me a painfully full view of her long, delicious legs. How much did I want them wrapped around me?
A lot. A lot a lot.
"Ally Beckham," she continued, glancing at me like this piece of information couldn't bother her any less. Which obviously meant it bothered her. A lot. "She. Likes. You."
I grinned. Raising an eyebrow I asked; "And why does that bug you?"
I admired the way her cheeks and the tip of her nose turned scarlet, dripping with embarrassment. "I am not bugged. I could care less who liked you."
I decided to let it go, but kept on grinning. I guess Annabeth really didn't like that, since she punched me, hard, in the arm. I yelped as her fist connected with my arm. She was, as I knew way too well, really strong.
"Thanks, Wise Girl," I muttered, "Way to take a joke."
'Why you're very welcome, Seaweed Brain," she winked smiling with fake brightness. "Anytime."
I let a smile twitch, trying to force its way onto my lips until i finally gave in, laughing.
At then, at that very moment, the car broke down.
First there was a crackle, then a lurch, then we stopped, then a grunting from the engine, then a curse from me. "Oh, man," I said. This was so not cool. I did not know how to fix cars. We'd have to walk to the nearest town, which we passed about 10 minutes ago and we'd been driving at 120 kilo since.
I looked at Annabeth, who was trying not to laugh. "What's so funny?" I asked. "Getting stuck in the middle of the forest without a working car?"
She laughed at this, lightly, but soon said, "No, Percy. What's so funny is that this car has never, ever broken down since the War and now, a year later, it breaks down in the middle of the forest. Coincidence. Its amusing."
I grumbled and muttered a long line of mutters; mostly about how not amusing being eaten by wolves is.
As i grumbled my way out, I suddenly found myself in the middle of a forest.
Seriously. One second, I was getting out of the SUV, the next, I was in the middle of a dark, shimmering forest with leaves of red, orange and brown. At the back of my head, I was thinking of how beautiful the place really was.
I looked around and saw that the leaves were partially on the ground, partially still on tree. The soft wind was whistling and cozy grassy paths were cut out. The gray-white trunks of the Paper Birch trees collided perfectly with the oranges, greens and reds of the leaves. It was like someone had created a forest based on a Autumn postcard.
"W-what just happened?" Annabeth stuttered out.
"I...I dunno," I said, "But I know who's involved.
Obviously. There's only one type of person who can zap you to places.
She waited, both eyebrows raised. "Gods," I said shortly.
I saw her face shift into understanding then into bitterness. "I hate it when hey do that," she said.
"No duh. No one likes being zapped around, Annabeth."
She turned from me and started analyzing the landscape. "The trees are birch, probably Paper Birch, so were probably still in Pennsylvania."
"Joy," I said rolling my eyes. "But there's a lot of Pennsylvaina."
"Oh, come on," she said. "You can't seriously think the gods wouldn't do anything."
"I knew that, but seriously. I thought it'd be something like me being scolded by Dad or something."
"Well, its stupid to presume!"
"We're not having an argument. Right now? No way. Please be quiet."
"No! Don't tell me what to do!"
She was so stupid sometimes.
Annabeth's POV:
He was so stupid sometimes.
Really. I don't understand why he spontaneously decides to talk like that to me. It's rude. But I decided to let it go for now. Right now, I wanted to know what was going on.
As we walked and argued, Percy tripped on something, falling flat on his face. I had to twist my lips in various ways to keep from blurting out laughing. Being cool as ever, all I said was; "Learn to walk."
I was about to keep walking forward, but I stopped. On the floor I saw a thing. The same Percy'd tripped on.
It was a fancy wine bottle, with a little fold-y note attached just below the bottle top. The note was written in fancy Ancient Greek, kind of the the cursive of Ancient Greek. It said:
Peter and Annibella;
This is from me (Mr. D) because the gods asked me to give it to you. Its some good wine, so enjoy. Hope your having fun on that "trip". Peter's mom and step dad are looking deadly.
Mr. D.
PS. Go straight from here. There's a tent set up for you two. Don't ask questions. Your dad picked this place for you because he loves it.
"Well, wasn't that informative," I said. "Looks like it was the gods."
Percy grunted, "Knew it from the beginning."
I rolled my eyes and held out a hand, pulling him up. He brushed the dirt off his knees and looked up at me.
Moments like this are what I live for. His eyes were so perfect and his hair messy. His skin was flawless, the light perfect on his body. His nose,, mouth, whole face shaped perfect. Sharp angles. And the moment our eyes latched toegther (as usual) I could feel a course of heat pass through me, making me shiver.
Percy was gorgeous. It was true.
And the fact that he didn't know it, I could see that in his eyes, too, made it even better. I wanted to reach over and push him onto the ground, climb on top of him and fuck him to no end.
Oh gods. I didn't just think that.
But it wouldn't happen. Because I wasn't like that. So, ignoring my female urges, I started walking straight ahead, my cheeks heated.
And soon enough, I reached the prettiest place on earth.
It was on the edge of what i thought was a cliff. God knows where we were, because I don't think Pennsylvania has cliffs. The jagged cliffs and mountains around us made the view of the spreading forest of green, red and orange perfect. The rocks were all tan in colors, and a little away, in full view, I could see a navy-blue lake, shimmering under the setting sun.
But what i loved the most was the sky. The soft shades of pink and oranges blended, the horizon lined with deep plum. I loved every bit. I would never forget even one bit.
"It so..." I said, my mouth hanging open, in a daze from the sheer beauty of the view, "Beautiful."
Understatment.
"Yeah...it's like...perfect. Cut out, ragged, yet perfect."
Sometimes Percy said the stupidest things. Sometimes he says the sillest. But that? That was the most perfect.
Which is why I threw my arms around him the next second. And to say he was shocked is a very, very big understatement. The boy looked like he was seeing another Titan.
But after the initial shock, he wrapped his arms around me and I got to feel his long, muscled arms fold me in. And I loved every minute, but it had to stop. It wasn't right. Our parents were probably watching.
And, then, I saw a problem. The only problem in the whole area. Next to the small bonfire, there was the tent.
And by "the tent", I mean one. Looks like I hadn't paid too much attention to the note's exact wording.
This was going to be a long night.
Author's Note: Well, I liked this chapter. I was inspired to write it because I went my first camping trip was to this forest with birch trees and from there I just made it more...novel-esque. Please, please, please review! I promise, I'll love you forever for it!
PS. This place is only the first of many to come...and the end is hilarious. And, yes, that means I have the entire fan-fic planned out. Kinda.
CHAPTER 5: Zoning Out
Author's Note: Well. Yeah. Here's another one. I hope you like! :)
PS. To answer wisegirlindisguise's question: By kinda I mean I have no clue what i'm doing. I have only this keyboard and my brain. LOL. I joke, I joke. I have an idea of whats to come, but in between I only have a few bubbles. Not much, but enough to have fun with, you know?
Anyway, back to the story.
Annabeth's POV:
You know, I don't think I'd ever been more embarrassed than at that moment. And I, still addled by hormones, was happier than could be. Yeah, the whole I-want-to-ravish-Percy thing has not been cleared up.
Percy was currently gawking at the single tent, but then I noticed his eyes slowly shifted down to the bottle of wine in his hand. Then back up.
He cleared his through after a moment, making a choking sound. "What is wrong with the gods?" he asked, earning a loud clap of thunder to shake us.
I wanted to ask the same question, multiple times, but decided not to. Time to go with the flow, I thought.
"Well," I said, looking at him lazily (I know. I have serious acting skills. And with plenty to lie about, i'm never very honest). "Whatever. Let's check it out."
Grabbing his hand, I pulled him towards the tent, pulling down the zipper as I stepped in. Inside there were two sleeping bags, a single flashlight and a backpack with, what I guessed (by the smell), was food. I moved out the way so that Percy could come in and he looked around, still in shock.
After a while, Percy started talking again. More like rattling actually. He just kept going on and on and on about whatever he was talking about. I tried to listen, but decided to watch him. Since we had exited the tent, we sat outside, watching the sun come down. I had already lite a, now, softly blazing fire. The smell of burning wood, something I always liked, was delicious. Almost as delicious as Percy, who was lying on the grass, elbows propped up as he kept on going at it. Talking, I mean.
I gazed at him. His eyes looked almost black in the shadow his face was in and shined. His face looked sharper and his hair somewhat neater. He was...the devil. A super-cute, super-sexy devil, but my devil all the same.
I wanted him so badly. In my head, I formed a fantasy:
Percy said; "And, yeah, so she was really rude then, but now, I think me and Clarisse should just forget it you know? And...hey, Wise Girl. You still listening?"
I looked at him, rolling my eyes. "Nope."
He grinned and suddenly his expression changed. I could see hard, deep lust in his eyes. I was suddenly felt the same. He was hot as he sat up, leaning over to me, who was sitting on a short distance from him. Close enough that if he leaned a little more...
"Is this okay?" he asked stupidly.
I answered by grabbing his face and yanking his face into mine. Slowly, I felt his soft, plush lips press against mine, hot against my own tingling ones. I gasped as he pulled in, then out, then dove in again. This time he was rougher. It wasn't as sweet, but filled with the same hotness. His hands reached for my waist, pressing me into him. I grinned a bit as I got up and slide into his lap, straddling his legs. Now, grabbed the back of his neck tightly, fully in control. He wrapped his long, muscular arms around me, folding me in, making me whimper with delight. I wanted him. I wanted him so badly.
Now with a new sense of strength, I pulled away. Percy looked struck for a moment, but then saw the look on my face. He began to grin slowly...
"Annabeth?" said a way-too familiar voice. I saw a hand waving in front of my face. "Earth to Wise Girl?"
I opened my eyes, which had slowly shut themselves during my...dream. I felt that my....nether regions were hot, wet even. I blushed brightly and said; "Um, Sorry. Didn't mean to zone out like that."
"No problem," he said, still gazing at me, his eyebrows scrunched toegther, make him amazingly cute. I could have kissed his then, but decided on not. I didn't want to be rejected yet. My little fantasies made me happy, no matter how much I denied it. Liking him made me happy.
"Well," he said, staring out into the now dark sky, "Wanna go to bed?"
He said the last thing with a timid edge. He was weired out by the fact that we had only one tent, too.
"Sure," I said, getting up, brushing my knees, "But..."
The thought in my head wasn't very me-like. I shouldn't have said anything, I though. How stupid are you, Annabeth? Ugh. Stupid enough to be aruguing with myself, is the answer.
"But what?" asked Percy, raising one eyebrows. He was so..handsome when he did that.
"Oh," I said, blushing again, "Nothing. Just...," I cleared my throat, putting on a braver face, "The wine. I thought we shoudln't let it go to waste."
He wasn't very surprised. "Yeah, but I was thinking we should just drink it in the tent. Its getting cold out here."
I smiled a bit. What a whiner. I nodded, and head for my bag. Quickly I yelled at Percy, who was in the tent already, that I was going to change out here and that if he even thought about looking out, I'd kill him.
Of course, that was all a lie. All I wanted was for him to want to look out.
Too bad he didn't. He was too sweet.
Once I entered the tent wearing my dad's t-shirt and short shorts, hair tied back into a messy pony, I felt odd. My usual sleeping outfit wasn't very...flattering. But when I got inside, Percy, who was dressed in flannel PJ pants and a quite tight white t-shirt (which looked gorgeous, giving me the lines of his perfect abs), gawked at me.
"Percy," I said, lazily again.
"Huhhh," he replied, mouth still hanging open. It was like he'd seen another Kronos or something.
"You're jaws on the floor."
He gulped a few times, then said. "Oh. Sorry."
I slipped into the sleeping bag and turned to my side, staring at him now. I watched the ways his muscles flexed as he reached for the wine and the glasses, pouring some into each glass. I got a full view of his supple butt as he was digging through the contents of the bag, pulling out anything editable.
And by the time we'd started eating, I already felts very...dirty.
I wondered if fantasies and views of his body did this to me what his kiss could do.
Too bad I'll never find out, I thought sadly.
Percy's POV:
I don't know why Aphrodite's doing this to me, but when Annabeth stepped into the tent, I've never felt so turned on. Her long tan legs were smooth and completely in sight. Her hair was messy and sexy, her curly bangs hanging. Her huge t-shirt saying Greenpeace gave me hints of what her chest looked like. And the moment I saw her I wished this moment could just stop. Freeze.
And as if she'd answered my prayer, she stood still. Staring into my eyes with her stormy grey orbs. "Percy," she said, her voice rougher. I liked that about Annabeth. She had a rough, bed voice. Too bad I, the pervert, would always be affect by it. Especially where what was inside my pants was concerned.
"Huhhhh," I said back smartly.
"You're jaws on the floor."
Snapping back, I swallowed a few times, trying to find my voice. Why couldn't she just be ugly? It would make our relationship so much easier. Why did she have to be so damn gorgeous?
"Oh. Sorry," I muttered, going back to finding wine and food.
I could hear her slip into her sleeping back and turn around in it a bit. I felt myself, turning redder and redder as a sick, sick fantasy formed in my mind.
I turned around to find that she was staring at me, her eyes filled with lust. I wanted her and she wanted me back.
Slowly, I got up, Walked to her, and unzipped her sleeping bag. She kicked it around until Annabeth was sitting cross-legged on top of it, staring at me. "Percy, plea-"
She didn't finish. Her lips looked to good. I had to kiss her. Slowly, she relaxed into the kiss, sucking back. I felt my pants get tighter. She was way too good at that.
Slowly, it got crazy. Her hands started clawing my back. I pushed her until she was lying on top of the sleeping bag and put knees between her legs. Deliciously slowly, she wrapped each leg around me, smiling wickedly. She knew what i was doing to me.
But I got back at her. I kissed her hard, licking her bottom lip. Her moan made me feel...
"Percy."
I blinked. I'd zoned out. I could feel the hard bulge in my pants and was sickened by myself. I prayed to every god I know, except Athena and my dad, that she didn't notice.
I looked at Annabeth, who was sipping the wine, her lips red because of it. I reached out and wiped a dribble on the corner of her mouth, not knowing that I was doing what I was doing. I pulled back quickly, muttering; "Sorry."
She stared at me now, her dewy lips parted a bit, her eyes confused. I wish she knew what she did to me. I wish she'd stop.
I pulled the food in front of her and started chewing on some of the chips. The sprinkled all over the front of my shirt and I wished I could sleep normally without my stupid shirt. Then, I thought, hey. If Annabeth didn't like me, which she so obviously did not, since she still mourning Luke, the guy she did love, then my sleeping shirtless would not bother her. So, without saying anything, asking if I could or could not, I put my pringles down and pulled off my shirt.
Annabeth choked on her food. She started coughing a second later. I looked at her, eyebrows raised, until she gasped; "What are you doing?"
"Does my sleeping with a shirt bother you or something?"
She turned red. Her glare proved that she was lying. And, plus, she was staring into the corner of the tent, determined not to look at me. "No," she scoffed.
I pressed my lips together from smiling. I thought she just wouldn't care or notice but this reaction made me happy. She looked cute when she was uncomfortable.
I began sipping the wine as I finished off my food. Annabeth was still fuming. I smiled a bit, then turned to her. "I can put it back on if it makes you uncomfortable," I said.
"You don't have to," she said, her voice harder than she might've intended. "Its fine. I'm going to sleep."
I knew she didn't mean to...but the fact that she was so unaffected, that my body didn't even please her a little, it hurt. But ignoring the feeling I grumbled "Yeah, me, too," back and got into the sleeping bag. I shut off the light and said one final thing, my tone soft, volume barely above a whisper; "Sweet dreams, Wise Girl."