Road Trip, Chapters 6-10
written by SkylarCraze, a Warrior of Writing
CHAPTER 6: Know Me Better
Author's note: I'm soooo sorry I haven't updated since forever. Its the same, lame, stupid excuse. School. Seriously. My teachers are trying to tame my homework to eat me.
Anywho; I hope you like this chapter...its not so love-dovey, happy-day but its...fun. Fun to write anyway.
LOL.
Here's a hint before I go: They're gonna have a fiiiiight. Agggggain.
Percy's POV:
We woke up to the sounds of people yelling. My eyes fell open but the sun blinded them, making them leak water. I slowly squinted now, staring ahead.
First to come back was my sense of touch. I could feel I was no longer lying in my plushy sleeping bag, but on a leather seat. But my shirt was still off. I leaned forward slowly, listening still. Someone was honking and yelling and I wanted to kick his ass, but decided a tsumani would just piss of Dad. And Annabeth.
And then I rememeber. Slowly, it all came flooding back. I looked over and saw a beautiful, beautiful, girl sleeping in the passenger seat. Her hair was messy, her tan legs tangled and spread out, her arms curled near her face.
I let out a long, shaky breath. I wanted to kiss her so much. Not a ravish her in an animalistic fashion type of ravish...but a soft, sweet kiss. One that was worth her.
I could almost feel my eyes fill. God. I was such a wussy. Crying. Over a girl.
Shaking out the thoughts (literally), I realized I was in a car. After that I realized I was in my SUV again.
I growled, again. The gods were going to drive us insane weren't they?
I heard Annabeth stir beside me. "Why, hello, there, sleepy-head," I said to her, smiling a bit. Her eyes were squinting, her long, perfect face matching with the light making her look...
"Hullo," she mumbled out. "Wherarwee?"
I raised my eyebrows. "I don't speak Wise-Girl."
She cracked a smile and I was glad. I'd gone to sleep thinking she'd never be mine, but to be frank, to make her happy was good enough.
Oh my god. I didn't just say that.
Scratching that out (vigourously), I heard Annabeth say; "Where are we? Oh, wait. Your car? Again?"
I could see from her face she was just as pissed off as I was. However, after a few minutes I felt very bare. And exposed. And vunerable. I could feel Annabeth's face's heat from where I was sitting. She was still weird on the me-not-wearing-a-t-shirt thing. I could tell.
"Um," I said, red, "I'm gonna go out back and get a t-shirt on."
She nodded unable to speak. And as I pulled the shirt over my head, I realized...maybe it wasn't such a great idea to walk around shirtless with Annabeth.
Annabeth POV:
He had to take off his shirt, didn't he? I mean, I had always expected Percy to be the type who didn't like wearing shirts to bed, but when he'd pulled the shirt over his head last night, I definietly was not ready for it.
Of course he had to look that good with a shirt off. His marble-esque body looked good enough for me to long to lean over and lick him from haed to toe. His lightly defined abs were enough for me to long to knit my fingers in his thick, thick hair and pull his lips into mine. His hard, long body was enough for me to want him even more.
Too bad that would happen.
Too bad I was too stupid to realize that and move on.
Too bad I couldn't just talk to him and get this sorted through.
I sat up straighter now, yawning and stretching out my legs as far as they could. We had woken this morning to see that the gods had moved us back to the car. I was glad, but still angry that they kept on controlling us. This was supposed to be our free time. Not be-controlled-and-or-zapped-around-by-the-gods time.
I wondered about what Percy thought of all this. And then, suddenly, Percy opened the driver's side door, then climbed in.
Irony. You've really gotta love it.
"So," he said, clear his throat towards the end. Just like when he's nervous.
"So yourself," I said, rolling my eyes smiling. I yawned widely, feeling my mouth open and my eyes squeeze themselves shut. I stretched out my arms, and Mmmmm in happiness. It felt good.
I noticed Percy's eyes were glued to my lips afterwards. He looked...angry, almost. Which suited him far too much.
His dark hair fell into his eyes, and the sea-green depth looked deep, dark and...perfect. I was scared though. My heart started beating and beating. Louder and louder.
After a few seconds, I couldn't take it. I was (literally) drowning in his eyes. Breathing heavily, I tried to say; "I, uh, don't like Rachel."
Oh. My. God.
Where had that come from?
Percy didn't hear this at first. He just turned away, turned on the engine and then after about 30 seconds he stopped. "Wait, what?"
"I, um," I licked my suddenly very dry lips. "Nothing."
He raised his eyebrows as he began driving. "You sure did say something."
He was starting to irritate me now. "Forget it," I said through gritted teeth.
"Hmmm." He was smiling slightly, a half-type. Butterflies erupted in my stomach, making me feel light and dizzy. Sadly, the boy who caused these butterflies's next few words were not as nice.
"I don't feel like it."
Percy knew. If there was one thing Seaweed Brain knew about me it was that my temper was not one to be tested. Especially in the morning. Yet, he was still going at me right now.
"No," I said.
"Yes," he said.
"No!"
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to. Why don't you just leave me alone?"
He wasn't very happy now. My tone had gone from sweet to ugly within seconds. I don't know what his problem was, but the knot at the bottom of my stomach was getting tighter and tighter, and my self-control was not going to last much longer.
"Whatever, Annabeth," he said after a few minutes, sliding on his sunglasses. The bright light poured in through the windows, but I didn't even bother to look at him.
He was the one saying "whatever"? Him? How dare he! I was sitting here trying to control myself not ruin this trip, but no. Perseus freaking Jackson just needed to ruin it all.
I growled a little.
"Sometimes, Percy, you are an absoulte ass."
And, really, nothing in the world was more true.
Percy's POV:
I don't know what wrong with her.
One moment, Annabeth and I were just smiling and staring and happy. The next, she's getting all girl on me and is asking why I'm "prying".
She couldn't blame me for teasing her a little. When she said what I think she said, I was very shocked.
My relfex reaction to shock is sarcasm.
She should know me better! She should know that. But I felt deflated now. I didn't want to talk to her.
For about 40 minutes after she called me an ass, I stayed silent. Then blurted out; "Sorry."
She raised an eyesbrow. Her lips twitched a little, which made me madder. Why did I have to notice how perfect her pink, plush lips are? Why was it that this morning's memory, when she'd yawned and her lips had taken a perfect 'O' shape, had to come to me right then? And why was it that all of this made me want to stop the car and want her to climb into my lap and kiss me with her hot, tingling lips of hers?
I was such a teenage boy sometimes it made even me sad.
Going back to reality, I meekly heard her say, "Why?"
"Because I was being mean."
Her mouth pulled into a sad puppy-pout for a moment, then stayed normal again. "Its okay. I was mean, too."
And, after a grin and a bunch of butterflies at her sly smirk back, I felt better.
If only I knew how much I'd feel tonight.
And, simultaneously, how much worse.
CHAPTER 7: Mommy Knows Best
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE PERCY JACKSON SERIES. I just write fanfic(s) about them.
Author's Note: Well. I am sorry for being a little late. I'm trying to do the three day thing, but it's not quite working out. I really, really, really wish you guys would press that little green button. Write something. ANYTHING. Give me a bit of an opinon…please?
Anywho. As I promise before, Rachel the Bitch would be breaking and entering this road trip of theirs. Percy's and Annabeth's, I mean. Because Rachel is psychotic.
LOL.
Muhahahah. If you don't like Rachel, seriously, do NOT read this.
Toodle-o, my love(s).
Annabeth's POV:
We entered this little pub nearby a pretty stream. The whole setting was kind of muddy and brown, the stream even a bit on the browner side, but it made Percy happy.
"Finally," he sighed, when he saw the stream, "Water."
I rolled my eyes and mimicked his tone as a huge grin spread over my face. "Finally. A pub."
He laughed, his body shaking with the sound. After our little…quarrel, Percy and I got along perfectly fine. Better than fine actually. I'd found some Elton John CDs in his SUV and had laughed at his mercilessly. After laughing, I plugged in the CD and we both start singing "Rocket Man".
Laughing and singing and watching the pretty landscapes and, sometimes, the boring ones made the time fly by. I wasn't feeling sick or horny (for once) and was just happy to be around Percy. He was a fun guy when he wanted to be.
Gong back to the present, we'd just pulled up at the pub. Of course, we weren't drinking age and it would be stupid to let Percy drink, since he was the driver, but I couldn't help myself. I remembered the first time I drank real alcohol. The memory always makes me laugh so hard.
(Flash back)
I was sitting there, in my little design room, staring at the multiple blueprints I stuck everywhere. It was complete MANIA. I didn't understand how I could understand this.
But that was probably just the tired, sadistic, frustrated part of me. I ignored myself and began absentmindedly doodling. I need to figure out the entrance. No mind-blowing ideas were popping into my head.
I need to be free! I need to loosen up! I need INSPIRATION!
And as if on cue, my mom walked in carrying a long brown bag that looked like it was carrying some drink. She's probably going to go party with some man somewhere, I thought. Or her dad. Or one of the gods. I didn't know.
"Annabeth," she smiled. "I sensed your thoughts from over at the main room. I brought you a remedy."
I let out a long, frustrated breath. I even LOOKED like a long frustrated breath, with my long hair tangled and messy, my eyes glinting with insanity. "Uggggh," I said back.
She just smiled. Then, she took out a bottle of vodka.
My jaw fell open.
"Um, uh, mom. I'm not supposed to drink at the age of SIXTEEN," I said, shocked.
"Well…I only thought because you had drank champagne at our parties and…"
"Mom," I said, exasperated. I DID NOT need this. Yet….I did. "Just leave it on the table."
Athena's face slowly turned into a small grin. She was my mom, but she WAS a goddess. And goddesses like to have fun. Trust me, I should know. I've stayed over at Aphrodite's for a night. Don't ask why.
As soon as Athena left the bottle and the small glass, I sat down, my head in one hand. This was so wrong, I thought. So, completely utterly WRONG.
But ignoring my wise side for once, I poured some of the alcohol into the glass. Thoughts of how stupid my mother was being were still popping into my head and I was pretty sure my mom heard them, but didn't care. I picked up the glass and without another thought chugged it.
It was hot and fiery as it went down my throat, a bit sour from the squirt of lemon i'd put into my mouth, but great. I could already feel myself relaxing. I guess Mom DID know well, I thought.
I laughed, hard, at the irony of this situation.
(End of flashback)
We pulled up at the pub. Outside of it, I saw a black BMW and the plate was blank. Weird, I thought, but ignored it. It was time to get something nice to drink.
"Let's go, Wise Girl," said Percy. "Just remember, not too much, okay?"
Percy, the innocent in this situation, was always wary of my drinking. Which was kind of very sweet, just the fact that he didn't drink was kind of very sweet.
I rolled my eyes at him and jumped out of the car. We walked, side by side, into the pub which was a quiet place, only one person at the bar.
Just my luck that that one person was no other than Rachel Elizabeth Dare.
Sorry that this one is only Annabeth's POV. But I really wanted that flashback in and if i added Percy's POV it'd be too long. :(
But not to worry! I will be back soon, high and mighty, with all my lovely fluff. LOL.
CHAPTER 8: Bye Bye, Bitchy Bitch
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own these characters. I do, however, own the story/plot. So BACK OFF, suckers! :-P
Author's Note: Well…this was earlier than usual. I hope you enjoy this…because it may be a bit before I update next time. But don't get all jumpy towards conclusions. I MIGHT just be wrong.
Anyway…here's a gr8 chapter, if I do say so myself. I was thinking of adding Rachel's POV...read on to find out if I did. ;-)
Percy's POV:
Annabeth's jaw went about as tight as a shark's when she saw Rachel. That tipped me off. To knowing she wasn't very pleased to see Rach, I mean.
But Rachel seemed very happy to see me. Once we entered and the little ruffles, clackles, and sounds died down, I saw Rachel glance at us. Then she did a double take, this time her eyes darting from me to Annabeth. And then they glued themselves on to me but…but before she had glued her eyes to me, I could have sworn she smirked at Annabeth.
What was going on there?
Anyway, Rachel then screamed; "PERCY!"
She launched herself from the chair and gave me one of those girly clingy hugs. It was bony and there was random bits of empty space. Hugging Annabeth was never like this. Annabeth hugged like she looked.
Seriously beautifully. And kind of sexily.
Thinking of Annabeth, I watched her reaction to the hug. Her eyebrows rose, and her wise-calm façade was on. She simply walked past us and slid onto a bar stool. "One vodka on the rocks, please," I heard her say.
I smirked. Annabeth, the girl who was a daughter of Athena, was the worst drinker out of all of us. I'd never drank, and had no intention to since it always dulled my reflexes, and had always been the one towing a tired, drunken Annabeth back home. She knew her limits, but sometimes she was just too tired to handle it.
Right now, I decided untangling myself from Rachel would be a good idea. She really did not know how to hug. As soon as I pulled away, she said; "Where've you been? Your mom and I have been searching for you like crazy! She's freaking out."
Lie. I'd called my mom an hour ago. She had been informed. I wondered why Rachel would lie like that.
Annabeth seemed to wonder the same thing. "Lie," she snorted from behind her drink. It was unlike her to do that kind of thing. Picking fights with redheads, I mean.
"Excuse me?" asked Rachel.
Annabeth looked away, ignoring her, which I thought was a bit much. Sure, Rachel'd lied, but it was okay. Everyone lies.
"Um," I said. "Hey, Rach. Why're you here?"
"Oh," she said, "I just…wanted to come with. I heard you guys were going on this trip, and I thought hey. Maybe you and I could go."
Damn, I thought. NOW how do I tell her I don't want her to come?
"Oh," I said, my face red now. Annabeth said nothing, but she was gazing at me speculatively, as if she, too, wanted to know. Like she didn't know I wanted this to be just her and me.
"Well…"
Rachel's POV:
I know he'll say yes. I can see it in his face, how tired and bored he is of that know-it-all blonde bitch.
Percy liked me so much. I could see it in his face when he walked in.
And, I mean, he's not that great in the looks department, just your average gorgeousness. Nothing like Luke Castellan, the guy who's picture I'd seen at camp. The one who turned into Kronos. Which was too bad. I would've date him. Fucked him, even.
Anyway, Percy, the cute puppy he is, had that "thinking" look on his face. Like he was struggling for his words. He was pretty stupid, with his dyslexia and all, so it was normal for him. "Well…I, um, can't say yeah to that, Rachel."
Wait, WHAT?
"I just…it's supposed to be just a friends trip. Just me and Annabeth."
Ohhhh, I thought. This is where this is going. He only wants friends. I'm obviously more. I smirked.
"Well, make an exception," I said, smirking. Maybe I could finally get him. And right from under the blonde's nose. I smiled wider. "I'm your girlfriend, aren't I? I deserve better than sending my guy off with her." I glanced, disgusted, at Annabeth.
"I'm sorry?" blurted Percy, his eyebrows knitted together. The look worked for him. He looked cute.
"You know," I said, still smooth. "Since I'm your girlfriend, you don't want me on your "friends" trip."
I could hear Annabeth get off her ass and come towards me. I hoped she punched me again. I could cry to Percy. Another smirk.
"You," she said, her face disbelieving for some reason, "need a reality check."
"Why?" I asked, tilting my head cutely. "Jealous, Annie?"
She was about to launch herself on me, but Perseus caught her by the mid-section. "Percy!" I squealed, with a fake half-sob. I needed him to hold me. Not her.
I could hear him murmuring in her ear. I was boiling now. She'd attacked me. And SHE was getting the comforting?
Finally, he turned to me. His face was serious now, set. "Rachel," he said, still looking at Annabeth, but glancing at me. "We should go talk outside."
"Okay," I smiled. Maybe we could just ditch the bitch here, I thought.
Too bad I was so wrong it wasn't even funny. To me, anyway.
Annabeth's POV:
I wished she'd just die somewhere. Her and stupid flirty voice, her big green eyes. Her and tattered ugly, obviously been cut shorter skirts. I could see her fiddling with them, trying to get Percy to feel seduced.
Which he was. I could see it. And it made me, the pathetic one in this situation, want to burst long, hard sobs.
When she'd called herself his girlfriend, Percy was caught off-guard. I, however, was only mad. She was not his girlfriend. Percy and I may be more on the fun, no-deep talking side, but that he might've mentioned.
After she said I was jealous, and called me Annie, I pounced. It wasn't a very normal move, I wasn't a violent person, but when it came to Rachel Elizabeth Dare, I'd feed her to wolves any day. After shredding her to pieces in a wood shredder.
But as I'd jumped, something had grabbed my middle from halfway in the air, pulling me back down. I fell back into Percy's long, strong, toned arms. I could feel him wrap me into him, his lips at my ear.
"Calm, Annabeth," he said softly into my ear. "Calm."
He murmured some other stuff into my ear, but all I could think was How does his voice sound so…DELECTABLE? I felt so horny after that moment, I had excuse myself to the ladies room. Which was good, since Percy wanted to talk to the redhead alone.
I was hyperventilating once I got the bathroom. I moaned and stretch out, trying to shake out the intense, perfect feeling of his lips at my ear.
I liked Percy Jackson a lot. I liked Percy Jackson A LOT.
When I'd checked myself out (I looked normal. Green sweater, hair tied back, eyes wide) and left to finish my lovely little drink, I saw Percy sitting his face calm. Which put me off.
"What happened?" I asked, alarmed by his strangely calm, serious expression. "Where's Dare?"
"She's gone. She had to go home."
Even if it was stupid and pathetic…I could feel a smile, a smirk, grow onto my face. I felt so smug, so glad, I was glowing. Then I said;
"Damn straight."
So! I'll write faster and…better [lemonier ;-)] If you guys press the greeny bo-beany underneath this text. You know. The one that would be summarized as "R&R". ;-)
So…yeah. I hoped you liked this chapter. I know I had fun writing it. I HATE Rachel. It was nice to show everyone what she was in my head. A smug, overconfident redhead, I mean.
Love you all! Forever and ever. :-)
CHAPTER 9: We've Got Beach!
Author's Note: Well, helloooo again. Well. This is ANOTHER chapter for you Percabeth lovers. I added some more…fun moments. Enjoy, my loves.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson series characters. I only use them for my own pleasure.
Joking. ;-)
Percy's POV:
"How about I just drive until we get to hotel by the beach?" I asked, smiling a bit. Annabeth hated it when I was the one who was "sacrificing".
Her face turned a bit red. "How about I drive until we get to a hotel by the beach?"
I turned away. After leaving the pub, we'd decided to head for the coast, like we'd said before. I wanted to get near the sea and Annabeth…well, she just wanted to get to the beach.
"Let me just drive for now, okay?" I said, "You can drive later."
She gazed at me skeptically. "Promise?"
I half smiled-half chuckled. "Promise."
I glanced her way and regretted it immediately. Annabeth was curled up on her seat watching me. I gulped. Her stormy grey eyes were narrowed, analyzing me. But only in the most attractive way possible. Her long legs were smooth and, even when I looked away, I could feel my…special parts long for them to fold me in. I could feel the need at the pit of my stomach, growing and growing.
She was beautiful. So, so beautiful.
I wondered how she couldn't see my extreme need to be with her. I needed her. It was almost killing me.
Literally. I hadn't had such a bad case of blue balls since I went to a strip club on a quest (long story).
Oblivious to my thoughts, Annabeth smiled. "You're turning red."
God, she was right. My face had colored a little. I coughed nervously. "No, I'm not."
She smiled wider. "Yeah, you are."
I ignored her now. I wondered what Rachel was doing for a moment, but then remembered I didn't care. I smiled a bit as I remembered:
(Flashback to about 1 hour ago)
"Rachel," I started, serious, "I'm not your boyfriend."
She barely glanced at me, examining her fancy manicure. Which was weird. Why did girls even CARE about their nails? "Sure, sure."
"Rachel," I said, even MORE serious. "I am NOT your boyfriend. And, speaking as your NOT boyfriend, I'd really like it if you left."
Now she looked up. She smiled a bit, her eyelashes fluttering. I realized she was trying to flirt. "Please, Percy. You and I both know you're totally in love with me."
My eyebrows shoot up. And my jaw dropped. And I think my face looked like she'd just said; "I know you really want to eat a very smelly boot."
She didn't even take a second look at my expression. She just waited for an answer, fiddling with the end of her skirt. It was starting to hitch upwards and show more of her leg, but I realized that she was trying to flirt. Again.
"Rachel," I said. "I am not in love with you. I have never been in love with you."
"Percy. You're kidding yourself."
"No, Rachel!" I said, angrier now. I hated being mean to girls, but now she was just being a bitch. I'd never seen this side of Rachel. "YOU'RE kidding yourself. Go home."
And then I went back to Annabeth.
(End of flashback)
I smiled some more, until Annabeth said; "Are you okay?"
I smiled wider and she just rolled her eyes. "Ugh. Way to be a Seaweed Brain."
That just made me smile more. And made my stomach tumble and flutter like the absolute girl I was. Annabeth deserved a manly man. Not me. Not a perverted, girly boy.
About two hours later, Annabeth and I pulled up into the Casada Hotel, one that was near by the gray-white beach of the Atlantic Ocean. The scenery was beautiful, in a non-tropical, more-England-esque way. Annabeth really did know better. Than me, I mean.
We walked into the small hotel lobby and I went up to the reception. "I'd like a room. Two singular beds, please."
The man checked out his computer. "Sorry, sir," he said, slowly looking up. "There's only one room left."
His eyes slid from me to Annabeth, who was in short-shorts and a loose shirt. Her hair was long and messy and perfection. His eyes raved her and I felt a stab of anger. How rude and disgusting was this guy? Checking out Annabeth?
But then I realized I was pretty much the same.
"Hey," I said, snapping my fingers in front of the guys face, waking him from his trance. Annabeth did that to everybody, I guess. "What's the room?"
I can't say I didn't see the answer coming.
Annabeth's POV:
"I have news," was the first thing Percy said when he came back from the reception at the Casada Hotel.
I arched an eyebrow. "What news is that?"
"They only have one room…and because, you know, we couldn't find another hotel and its getting late, I said yes."
I was still confused, so I asked, "Okay. What's the probably?"
"Itsnleegotonebed," he said back, his words (obviously) mumbled.
"Huh?"
"Its," he gulped. "Only got one bed."
"Oh." I could feel the color filling my cheeks. That stupid, stupid red.
"But," he said, to my relief, "They can bring in one of those extra bed thingys. Don't worry about it."
I smiled. "What's there to worry about, Seaweed Brain?"
God, I was such a fake sometimes. Of course there was something wrong with it. If I was alone in a room, in the same room as Percy, on the same bed…I'd probably kiss him. Which would be bad. Very, very, very bad. He'd probably end up doing what he did to Rachel, but only to me.
The thought even made me hurt.
"So," I said, looking out the big window that showed the black water, the rocks, the white strip of beach. "Let's go put our stuff up there, then we'll head out, okay?"
He nodded and we grabbed our stuff and headed into the elevator. Our stuff was just a few things we'd bought an hour ago at a little outlet mall. Just enough to survive on. Once we were alone, in the elevator, I realized where we were. I looked over at Percy who was leaning casually on the handle bars. His hair was darker than ever, contrasting with his skin even more. He noticed my gaze and smiled back, but his eyebrows were a bit raised.
I felt my cheeks, the traitors they are, flame. He was too cute. It should be illegal to be that cute.
Ironically, I was saved by the bell. Halfway through my sick, sick thoughts the elevator bell rang and I jumped out. A sense of déjà vu gripped me. The last time we'd been in an elevator, we'd been informed of Phoebe, Perce's sister. I'd almost forgotten about her. We'd, actually, been having fun on this trip. Aside from my self-torture for being such a bad best friend, for thinking those naughty thoughts. And Rachel.
We walked up to our room, 309, and Percy dug up the key. He slowly unlocked the door and we walked in. The room was simple; one twin bed, on TV, two chairs and a coffee table. One small bathroom was attached to it, the entrance near the door.
"Its nice," I smiled, trying to make Percy feel better about the whole theres-only-one-bed situation.
He grimaced back and I felt a little more hurt. Did he really mind me that much? After I numbed, I decided a walk on the beach was exactly what I needed.
"I'm going for a walk on the beach, okay?" I said, dropping my stuff on the floor after pulling ou a coat. "You coming?"
"No thanks. I think I'm in serious need of some ESPN. But have fun."
I smiled, and laughed a bit, but left. Once I was on the strip of white sand, I watched the dark waves crash on top of each other. I smelt the salty scent in the air and glanced around me. There was a bit of grass here and there, some dirt too. It was perfect. The whole area couldn't have been more of what I wanted. A break from school…from Olympus, from everything.
Except Percy.
But…to be frank, I think this trip was what I needed. I needed to figure out things with Percy. These new, intense and WAY too pleasurable, feelings were driving me insane. I was starting to see Percy not only as my best friend, but as my tall, gorgeous best friend. The one I really, really wanted to kiss.
Sighing, I breathed in more air. I needed to clear my head. I needed to get with things. Just not be bothered by the fact that I might be falling for my best friend.
Which was exactly what was happening.
Sorry about this. It was a bit of a boring chapter. Yet, it was necessary.
But worry not! The next one will be better. And up soon.
I promiseeeee.
LOL. Anywho; it was long anyway. And revealed the Rachel part. I'm glad you guys now hate her.
And, as its said so many times, my enemy's enemy is my friend.
But you guys are more than friends. You're AWESOME, FANTASTIC friends…
Who'll press the pretty green button, right?
Love you forever!
- S. Craze.
PS: I changed chapter 3's "Amphitrite". Sorry about that, btw. :-)
CHAPTER 10: It's Goddamn Beautiful
Author's Note:
Okay. You guys are officially AWESOMENESS! You liked the chapter that I wrote while I was in writers block (btw, never try that. It gave me the WORST headache)! You people make my life worth living. ;-)
I just wanted to give a shout-out to SARIX-ANGEL who kinda-sorta inspired this chapter! I'll be using MORE of her/his ideas, because they were just…cute.
Enjoy, my loves.
PS: For someone who (I think) indirectly asked; I'm a girl. LOL.
PPS: It's so much fun writing in different font sizes. *giggle*
Annabeth's POV:
I opened the door quietly and slipped through. I shut it behind me softly and leaned against it, arching my head back to let it rest against the door. It was about 11:00 pm. I had spent my time walking slowly on the beach, thinking of this guy.
See, this guy, he's amazing. I only realized that fully when I was on the beach. And now, being the Wise Girl I am, I needed to tell him. I couldn't just hide the intense feeling I had for him. I didn't care that he might not, that he might be in love with Rachel.
I'd cried about this, you know. As I walked on the brittle sand. The tears just sprung into my eyes. I don't even know why. The realization…the intensity it just…I felt it. I felt it deep.
And it scared me and excited me and…
I didn't know. I didn't know anything. This was just a big mess. A big, beautiful mess.
As I opened my eyes, I saw Percy sitting on one of the chairs a coke at hand, remote in the other. I don't think he knew I was here. But…that was nice. I watched him from the door, his dark hair in his eyes, his sharp features. But that's not what I liked, maybe even loved, about Percy. I love his sense of humor. I loved the fact that he, unlike me, had no worry about his pride. He was modest and kind. And, to top it off, he was damn beautiful as he sat there watching ESPN.
The thought made me laugh.
Finally, the Seaweed Brain saw me. "Annabeth," he said, eyebrows shooting up. "Why're you hiding?"
"I'm spying on you, Seaweed Brain," I smiled. But I could hear the faint snuffle in my voice. Damn.
I guess Percy heard it, too. His eyes widened and he got up and out of his chair. "Annabeth," he said, "What the matter?"
I shook my head and said, "Nothing. Why?"
He was still standing, arms crossed over his chest, arm muscles perfectly clear and bulging. All 5"10 feet of him was perfect.
And, yeah. He was that tall. I don't know how it happened. One day, we were the same size. The next he's towering over my 5"6 form.
"Oh," he said. I could still see that he was worried. "But…your eyes," he said gently.
"It's nothing, Percy," I smiled weakly. It was something. Just tell him, Annabeth, said a voice in my head. "It's just…"
He looked at me, waiting.
"…Nothing."
He smiled. And it made me feel better.
"Come over here," he said, "We'll watch some cheesy movie. I know you like those."
I scoffed. "I do not! My sisters just put their copies in my room…and sometimes watch them on your TV."
I remembered living with Percy and his mom. It had been fun that time…other than the fact that I was usually alone at his house, drawing out more plans or studying, while he was out at Rachel's.
"Suuure," he said, laughing. "Just come over here."
Trying not to reveal that actually did like watching those movies; I pulled off my coat, threw it on the bed and walked over. There was only one coach and Percy was spread over it. He straightened a little as I stepped over his legs and I sat down on the other end. I remembered watching a music video, where the girl was on one end of the coach and the boy was on the other, an empty space between them. I bet we looked like that right now.
As Percy turned on Mean Girls, I glanced at him. He had, obviously taken a shower while I was gone, because his hair was wet and glistening. His skin look so perfect and almost like if I touched it, it'd be warm. Which it (he, I mean) probably was. His eyes were the murkiest mess of greens. Light, sea green mostly, but speckled with darker shades. They were so…unique.
No one, expect Poseidon had those eyes. I'd even heard from Triton, Poseidon's other son, that no one got Poseidon's eyes. Not even him. It was rare, extremely rare, for a child of Poseidon to get the sea god's eye color.
For some reason, I'd never mentioned this to Percy. I guess I thought he'd become cocky, thinking he was more special. But I was kidding myself. Perseus Jackson was far too good to be like that. To change like that.
Leaving my thoughts I realized I should pay more attention to the movie and less to Percy.
Ha. I was kidding myself. Again.
Percy's POV:
She was back later than I'd thought. At first, I thought, maybe, I'd lost her to some lifeguard. But I guess she'd just walked around and came back 3 hours later. I found her hiding at the door, her voice snuffled like she'd been crying.
I didn't know why she was hiding. But that cute look where she makes her face blank popped up. It made me smile, seeing it. It reminded me of the real Annabeth. The smart one that bossed me around. The new Annabeth wasn't so different…she just didn't have so much on her mind. I think she'd wanted this trip. There was no other reason she'd come. She hadn't had a vacation for a year, ever since the reconstruction of Olympus started.
As for the snuffling…I really didn't know. Annabeth barely ever cried. She hated it. And when she'd come back, sad and all, I panicked on the inside. But after asking her what was wrong and getting back a few curt replies…I decided to let it go.
But, whatever. Right now, we were watching Mean Girls. Annabeth secretly loved these movies. I knew because one day I'd done some spying of my own (being the sick pervert of a friend I am) and saw her watching Legally Blonde. I guessed that she'd like this, that's why I'd picked up from the video store downstairs.
It was almost 1 am when the movie finished but we were in no rush. We could wake whenever we wanted tomorrow.
It was pretty freaking fantastic.
"So," I yawned, giving Annabeth a lazy smile. "Bed time?"
She rolled her eyes and nodded, yawning soon after me. She smiled. "You're contagious."
At first, I didn't know what she meant. I had a shimmy of hope that, maybe, just maybe, she might think of me like I did her. But then I got the real meaning. She meant the yawning.
God damn it.
I gave her another smile, this one tighter because of my thoughts, but soon, I hit the hay. One of the guys from the hotel staff had come up and given us the little opening bed thing and I'd forced Annabeth onto the bed. This is pretty much how the fight went down:
"Percy, don't treat me like I'm some damsel in distress who's with you on this trip. You're treating me like I'm fragile. Stop."
"Annabeth. I'm not treating you like that."
"Sure seems like it."
"I just like this bed, okay?"
[Annabeth's eyebrows shoot upward] "Oh, really?"
"Yup."
"Now you're lying to me. Do you not have a conscience? Do you not feel pain over TORTURING me like this?"
I, the idiot I am, laughed at that. A lot. Which drove Annabeth, the hard-puncher that she is, to sock me one.
Right now, I was changing. I'd decided to stick with a shirt this time, but Annabeth was deciding on torturing me.
I walked outside to see her sitting on the bed, her hair a mess, her eyes, which were usually bright with determination or narrowed, analyzing, were now lazy from fatigue. But a happy, slurpy lazy. As for her body…I didn't even want to talk about it. Her legs weren't shown, skin wise, but her tight tank top didn't make matters any better what was going on in my black sweatpants.
Which was a pretty sickening amount.
We were both curled up in our separate beds. Even thought it wasn't very nice, I wondered what Annabeth's body would feel like molded with mine. I wondered what she'd feel like over all. Her slight curves, her almost ethereal body in my arms. But I already knew.
It'd feel amazing. It'd feel more than that. It'd feel like perfection.
Then, with these happy thoughts in tow, I drifted to sleep.
I woke up to the sound of a scream. It was the worst sound in the world, like an evil hawk's call, only louder and shriller. I snapped awake and alert, but the sound ringed in my ears, making me feel like I was slipping into an ocean of sadness, weakness. I located where it had come from pretty fast.
Annabeth.
I jumped from my bed to hers, and reached out to her tense body. She was shaking. Shaking with fear, with sadness, with…everything. I think it was her dream.
"Annabeth," I murmured. "Annabeth, Annabeth Annabeth."
I said those words like prayers. That's when I realized: I was falling in love with her. The sound of her scream made things inside me panic, like it was me who was more scared.
She moaned and whimpered back, moving so I could look at her. She wasn't herself. It was like a layer of her skin had been stripped off, revealing point-blank fear. The expression burned itself into my memory. I felt this guard inside me go up and I was angry. Angry at whatever what bugging Annabeth. And, well, to say the least, I could guess it showed on my face.
I grabbed Annabeth's sitting form and wrapped my arms around her protectively. I couldn't bear to see her like that. Ever.
We sat like that for a while, her head in my chest, my arms wrapped tightly around her, her hands gripping fistfuls of the front of my shirt. I knew the tming was horrible, but I couldn't help but feel how right this felt. How…placed. I won't say fitting, because it wasn't. It was…meshed. Like someone and put us in a blender. But it was a great blender.
The sweet moment passed and I finally asked, "Feel better?"
She was still out of character, but nodded. For a while after that she almost waited for me to let go, but as I unwound my arms from around her, she didn't, couldn't, move.
"Please. No," she said, her voice agonizing.
"Okay," I said, no hesitation. I wouldn't leave her if she didn't want me to.
I wondered, as we sat there for a while more, what the dream had been. I'd probably ask her later. But for now, I could feel sleep leaking into me. Annabeth had already fallen into a light slumber against my chest, her soft snores cute. I lay her down and, grudgingly, began going towards my own bed. But she heard me.
"Please," she murmured, tears in her beautiful, beautiful eyes. "Don't go."
I stared at her for a minute. She wanted me to sleep next to her? This was…unexpected. But I didn't mind. I went back and was, actually, happy to.
I know. Someone, please, slap me in the face for being such a horrible, advantage-taking, traitor friend.
Slipping under the covers, I kept on one hand on her, that too on her hip. She shivered a bit under my touch, but we were far away enough for me to not feel in on my own body. I think that might've triggered some other sick, sick feelings.
She didn't notice though. My sick,sick feelings, I mean. She just thought of me as her friend. Which is probably why she then said; "Hold me. Please, Percy," she slurred, tears still in her voice. "Hold me."
I moved closer, and closer, until she was spooned against my front. I felt a wave of desire crash through me, but I didn't let it get the best of me. I guess, I kind of was a gentleman.
But, being very ungentleman-y, I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her entire body against mine.
I got the answer to my question. I'd been wrong before. The moment was more than just perfect.
It was goddamned beautiful.
Well. That chapter was…peaceful. Even though it had some trying-yet-not-trying-to-be-erotic stuff…it was nice. I liked writing it.
But then again, I like writing ANYTHING that's Percabeth. :-)
So, yeah. You can see that I put in a not so original idea, but it was fun writing. And serisouly? Being creative? It's pretty goddamned HARD.
;-)
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Not that so special…but, whatever.
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- S. Craze
CHAPTER 6: Know Me Better
Author's note: I'm soooo sorry I haven't updated since forever. Its the same, lame, stupid excuse. School. Seriously. My teachers are trying to tame my homework to eat me.
Anywho; I hope you like this chapter...its not so love-dovey, happy-day but its...fun. Fun to write anyway.
LOL.
Here's a hint before I go: They're gonna have a fiiiiight. Agggggain.
Percy's POV:
We woke up to the sounds of people yelling. My eyes fell open but the sun blinded them, making them leak water. I slowly squinted now, staring ahead.
First to come back was my sense of touch. I could feel I was no longer lying in my plushy sleeping bag, but on a leather seat. But my shirt was still off. I leaned forward slowly, listening still. Someone was honking and yelling and I wanted to kick his ass, but decided a tsumani would just piss of Dad. And Annabeth.
And then I rememeber. Slowly, it all came flooding back. I looked over and saw a beautiful, beautiful, girl sleeping in the passenger seat. Her hair was messy, her tan legs tangled and spread out, her arms curled near her face.
I let out a long, shaky breath. I wanted to kiss her so much. Not a ravish her in an animalistic fashion type of ravish...but a soft, sweet kiss. One that was worth her.
I could almost feel my eyes fill. God. I was such a wussy. Crying. Over a girl.
Shaking out the thoughts (literally), I realized I was in a car. After that I realized I was in my SUV again.
I growled, again. The gods were going to drive us insane weren't they?
I heard Annabeth stir beside me. "Why, hello, there, sleepy-head," I said to her, smiling a bit. Her eyes were squinting, her long, perfect face matching with the light making her look...
"Hullo," she mumbled out. "Wherarwee?"
I raised my eyebrows. "I don't speak Wise-Girl."
She cracked a smile and I was glad. I'd gone to sleep thinking she'd never be mine, but to be frank, to make her happy was good enough.
Oh my god. I didn't just say that.
Scratching that out (vigourously), I heard Annabeth say; "Where are we? Oh, wait. Your car? Again?"
I could see from her face she was just as pissed off as I was. However, after a few minutes I felt very bare. And exposed. And vunerable. I could feel Annabeth's face's heat from where I was sitting. She was still weird on the me-not-wearing-a-t-shirt thing. I could tell.
"Um," I said, red, "I'm gonna go out back and get a t-shirt on."
She nodded unable to speak. And as I pulled the shirt over my head, I realized...maybe it wasn't such a great idea to walk around shirtless with Annabeth.
Annabeth POV:
He had to take off his shirt, didn't he? I mean, I had always expected Percy to be the type who didn't like wearing shirts to bed, but when he'd pulled the shirt over his head last night, I definietly was not ready for it.
Of course he had to look that good with a shirt off. His marble-esque body looked good enough for me to long to lean over and lick him from haed to toe. His lightly defined abs were enough for me to long to knit my fingers in his thick, thick hair and pull his lips into mine. His hard, long body was enough for me to want him even more.
Too bad that would happen.
Too bad I was too stupid to realize that and move on.
Too bad I couldn't just talk to him and get this sorted through.
I sat up straighter now, yawning and stretching out my legs as far as they could. We had woken this morning to see that the gods had moved us back to the car. I was glad, but still angry that they kept on controlling us. This was supposed to be our free time. Not be-controlled-and-or-zapped-around-by-the-gods time.
I wondered about what Percy thought of all this. And then, suddenly, Percy opened the driver's side door, then climbed in.
Irony. You've really gotta love it.
"So," he said, clear his throat towards the end. Just like when he's nervous.
"So yourself," I said, rolling my eyes smiling. I yawned widely, feeling my mouth open and my eyes squeeze themselves shut. I stretched out my arms, and Mmmmm in happiness. It felt good.
I noticed Percy's eyes were glued to my lips afterwards. He looked...angry, almost. Which suited him far too much.
His dark hair fell into his eyes, and the sea-green depth looked deep, dark and...perfect. I was scared though. My heart started beating and beating. Louder and louder.
After a few seconds, I couldn't take it. I was (literally) drowning in his eyes. Breathing heavily, I tried to say; "I, uh, don't like Rachel."
Oh. My. God.
Where had that come from?
Percy didn't hear this at first. He just turned away, turned on the engine and then after about 30 seconds he stopped. "Wait, what?"
"I, um," I licked my suddenly very dry lips. "Nothing."
He raised his eyebrows as he began driving. "You sure did say something."
He was starting to irritate me now. "Forget it," I said through gritted teeth.
"Hmmm." He was smiling slightly, a half-type. Butterflies erupted in my stomach, making me feel light and dizzy. Sadly, the boy who caused these butterflies's next few words were not as nice.
"I don't feel like it."
Percy knew. If there was one thing Seaweed Brain knew about me it was that my temper was not one to be tested. Especially in the morning. Yet, he was still going at me right now.
"No," I said.
"Yes," he said.
"No!"
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to. Why don't you just leave me alone?"
He wasn't very happy now. My tone had gone from sweet to ugly within seconds. I don't know what his problem was, but the knot at the bottom of my stomach was getting tighter and tighter, and my self-control was not going to last much longer.
"Whatever, Annabeth," he said after a few minutes, sliding on his sunglasses. The bright light poured in through the windows, but I didn't even bother to look at him.
He was the one saying "whatever"? Him? How dare he! I was sitting here trying to control myself not ruin this trip, but no. Perseus freaking Jackson just needed to ruin it all.
I growled a little.
"Sometimes, Percy, you are an absoulte ass."
And, really, nothing in the world was more true.
Percy's POV:
I don't know what wrong with her.
One moment, Annabeth and I were just smiling and staring and happy. The next, she's getting all girl on me and is asking why I'm "prying".
She couldn't blame me for teasing her a little. When she said what I think she said, I was very shocked.
My relfex reaction to shock is sarcasm.
She should know me better! She should know that. But I felt deflated now. I didn't want to talk to her.
For about 40 minutes after she called me an ass, I stayed silent. Then blurted out; "Sorry."
She raised an eyesbrow. Her lips twitched a little, which made me madder. Why did I have to notice how perfect her pink, plush lips are? Why was it that this morning's memory, when she'd yawned and her lips had taken a perfect 'O' shape, had to come to me right then? And why was it that all of this made me want to stop the car and want her to climb into my lap and kiss me with her hot, tingling lips of hers?
I was such a teenage boy sometimes it made even me sad.
Going back to reality, I meekly heard her say, "Why?"
"Because I was being mean."
Her mouth pulled into a sad puppy-pout for a moment, then stayed normal again. "Its okay. I was mean, too."
And, after a grin and a bunch of butterflies at her sly smirk back, I felt better.
If only I knew how much I'd feel tonight.
And, simultaneously, how much worse.
CHAPTER 7: Mommy Knows Best
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE PERCY JACKSON SERIES. I just write fanfic(s) about them.
Author's Note: Well. I am sorry for being a little late. I'm trying to do the three day thing, but it's not quite working out. I really, really, really wish you guys would press that little green button. Write something. ANYTHING. Give me a bit of an opinon…please?
Anywho. As I promise before, Rachel the Bitch would be breaking and entering this road trip of theirs. Percy's and Annabeth's, I mean. Because Rachel is psychotic.
LOL.
Muhahahah. If you don't like Rachel, seriously, do NOT read this.
Toodle-o, my love(s).
Annabeth's POV:
We entered this little pub nearby a pretty stream. The whole setting was kind of muddy and brown, the stream even a bit on the browner side, but it made Percy happy.
"Finally," he sighed, when he saw the stream, "Water."
I rolled my eyes and mimicked his tone as a huge grin spread over my face. "Finally. A pub."
He laughed, his body shaking with the sound. After our little…quarrel, Percy and I got along perfectly fine. Better than fine actually. I'd found some Elton John CDs in his SUV and had laughed at his mercilessly. After laughing, I plugged in the CD and we both start singing "Rocket Man".
Laughing and singing and watching the pretty landscapes and, sometimes, the boring ones made the time fly by. I wasn't feeling sick or horny (for once) and was just happy to be around Percy. He was a fun guy when he wanted to be.
Gong back to the present, we'd just pulled up at the pub. Of course, we weren't drinking age and it would be stupid to let Percy drink, since he was the driver, but I couldn't help myself. I remembered the first time I drank real alcohol. The memory always makes me laugh so hard.
(Flash back)
I was sitting there, in my little design room, staring at the multiple blueprints I stuck everywhere. It was complete MANIA. I didn't understand how I could understand this.
But that was probably just the tired, sadistic, frustrated part of me. I ignored myself and began absentmindedly doodling. I need to figure out the entrance. No mind-blowing ideas were popping into my head.
I need to be free! I need to loosen up! I need INSPIRATION!
And as if on cue, my mom walked in carrying a long brown bag that looked like it was carrying some drink. She's probably going to go party with some man somewhere, I thought. Or her dad. Or one of the gods. I didn't know.
"Annabeth," she smiled. "I sensed your thoughts from over at the main room. I brought you a remedy."
I let out a long, frustrated breath. I even LOOKED like a long frustrated breath, with my long hair tangled and messy, my eyes glinting with insanity. "Uggggh," I said back.
She just smiled. Then, she took out a bottle of vodka.
My jaw fell open.
"Um, uh, mom. I'm not supposed to drink at the age of SIXTEEN," I said, shocked.
"Well…I only thought because you had drank champagne at our parties and…"
"Mom," I said, exasperated. I DID NOT need this. Yet….I did. "Just leave it on the table."
Athena's face slowly turned into a small grin. She was my mom, but she WAS a goddess. And goddesses like to have fun. Trust me, I should know. I've stayed over at Aphrodite's for a night. Don't ask why.
As soon as Athena left the bottle and the small glass, I sat down, my head in one hand. This was so wrong, I thought. So, completely utterly WRONG.
But ignoring my wise side for once, I poured some of the alcohol into the glass. Thoughts of how stupid my mother was being were still popping into my head and I was pretty sure my mom heard them, but didn't care. I picked up the glass and without another thought chugged it.
It was hot and fiery as it went down my throat, a bit sour from the squirt of lemon i'd put into my mouth, but great. I could already feel myself relaxing. I guess Mom DID know well, I thought.
I laughed, hard, at the irony of this situation.
(End of flashback)
We pulled up at the pub. Outside of it, I saw a black BMW and the plate was blank. Weird, I thought, but ignored it. It was time to get something nice to drink.
"Let's go, Wise Girl," said Percy. "Just remember, not too much, okay?"
Percy, the innocent in this situation, was always wary of my drinking. Which was kind of very sweet, just the fact that he didn't drink was kind of very sweet.
I rolled my eyes at him and jumped out of the car. We walked, side by side, into the pub which was a quiet place, only one person at the bar.
Just my luck that that one person was no other than Rachel Elizabeth Dare.
Sorry that this one is only Annabeth's POV. But I really wanted that flashback in and if i added Percy's POV it'd be too long. :(
But not to worry! I will be back soon, high and mighty, with all my lovely fluff. LOL.
CHAPTER 8: Bye Bye, Bitchy Bitch
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own these characters. I do, however, own the story/plot. So BACK OFF, suckers! :-P
Author's Note: Well…this was earlier than usual. I hope you enjoy this…because it may be a bit before I update next time. But don't get all jumpy towards conclusions. I MIGHT just be wrong.
Anyway…here's a gr8 chapter, if I do say so myself. I was thinking of adding Rachel's POV...read on to find out if I did. ;-)
Percy's POV:
Annabeth's jaw went about as tight as a shark's when she saw Rachel. That tipped me off. To knowing she wasn't very pleased to see Rach, I mean.
But Rachel seemed very happy to see me. Once we entered and the little ruffles, clackles, and sounds died down, I saw Rachel glance at us. Then she did a double take, this time her eyes darting from me to Annabeth. And then they glued themselves on to me but…but before she had glued her eyes to me, I could have sworn she smirked at Annabeth.
What was going on there?
Anyway, Rachel then screamed; "PERCY!"
She launched herself from the chair and gave me one of those girly clingy hugs. It was bony and there was random bits of empty space. Hugging Annabeth was never like this. Annabeth hugged like she looked.
Seriously beautifully. And kind of sexily.
Thinking of Annabeth, I watched her reaction to the hug. Her eyebrows rose, and her wise-calm façade was on. She simply walked past us and slid onto a bar stool. "One vodka on the rocks, please," I heard her say.
I smirked. Annabeth, the girl who was a daughter of Athena, was the worst drinker out of all of us. I'd never drank, and had no intention to since it always dulled my reflexes, and had always been the one towing a tired, drunken Annabeth back home. She knew her limits, but sometimes she was just too tired to handle it.
Right now, I decided untangling myself from Rachel would be a good idea. She really did not know how to hug. As soon as I pulled away, she said; "Where've you been? Your mom and I have been searching for you like crazy! She's freaking out."
Lie. I'd called my mom an hour ago. She had been informed. I wondered why Rachel would lie like that.
Annabeth seemed to wonder the same thing. "Lie," she snorted from behind her drink. It was unlike her to do that kind of thing. Picking fights with redheads, I mean.
"Excuse me?" asked Rachel.
Annabeth looked away, ignoring her, which I thought was a bit much. Sure, Rachel'd lied, but it was okay. Everyone lies.
"Um," I said. "Hey, Rach. Why're you here?"
"Oh," she said, "I just…wanted to come with. I heard you guys were going on this trip, and I thought hey. Maybe you and I could go."
Damn, I thought. NOW how do I tell her I don't want her to come?
"Oh," I said, my face red now. Annabeth said nothing, but she was gazing at me speculatively, as if she, too, wanted to know. Like she didn't know I wanted this to be just her and me.
"Well…"
Rachel's POV:
I know he'll say yes. I can see it in his face, how tired and bored he is of that know-it-all blonde bitch.
Percy liked me so much. I could see it in his face when he walked in.
And, I mean, he's not that great in the looks department, just your average gorgeousness. Nothing like Luke Castellan, the guy who's picture I'd seen at camp. The one who turned into Kronos. Which was too bad. I would've date him. Fucked him, even.
Anyway, Percy, the cute puppy he is, had that "thinking" look on his face. Like he was struggling for his words. He was pretty stupid, with his dyslexia and all, so it was normal for him. "Well…I, um, can't say yeah to that, Rachel."
Wait, WHAT?
"I just…it's supposed to be just a friends trip. Just me and Annabeth."
Ohhhh, I thought. This is where this is going. He only wants friends. I'm obviously more. I smirked.
"Well, make an exception," I said, smirking. Maybe I could finally get him. And right from under the blonde's nose. I smiled wider. "I'm your girlfriend, aren't I? I deserve better than sending my guy off with her." I glanced, disgusted, at Annabeth.
"I'm sorry?" blurted Percy, his eyebrows knitted together. The look worked for him. He looked cute.
"You know," I said, still smooth. "Since I'm your girlfriend, you don't want me on your "friends" trip."
I could hear Annabeth get off her ass and come towards me. I hoped she punched me again. I could cry to Percy. Another smirk.
"You," she said, her face disbelieving for some reason, "need a reality check."
"Why?" I asked, tilting my head cutely. "Jealous, Annie?"
She was about to launch herself on me, but Perseus caught her by the mid-section. "Percy!" I squealed, with a fake half-sob. I needed him to hold me. Not her.
I could hear him murmuring in her ear. I was boiling now. She'd attacked me. And SHE was getting the comforting?
Finally, he turned to me. His face was serious now, set. "Rachel," he said, still looking at Annabeth, but glancing at me. "We should go talk outside."
"Okay," I smiled. Maybe we could just ditch the bitch here, I thought.
Too bad I was so wrong it wasn't even funny. To me, anyway.
Annabeth's POV:
I wished she'd just die somewhere. Her and stupid flirty voice, her big green eyes. Her and tattered ugly, obviously been cut shorter skirts. I could see her fiddling with them, trying to get Percy to feel seduced.
Which he was. I could see it. And it made me, the pathetic one in this situation, want to burst long, hard sobs.
When she'd called herself his girlfriend, Percy was caught off-guard. I, however, was only mad. She was not his girlfriend. Percy and I may be more on the fun, no-deep talking side, but that he might've mentioned.
After she said I was jealous, and called me Annie, I pounced. It wasn't a very normal move, I wasn't a violent person, but when it came to Rachel Elizabeth Dare, I'd feed her to wolves any day. After shredding her to pieces in a wood shredder.
But as I'd jumped, something had grabbed my middle from halfway in the air, pulling me back down. I fell back into Percy's long, strong, toned arms. I could feel him wrap me into him, his lips at my ear.
"Calm, Annabeth," he said softly into my ear. "Calm."
He murmured some other stuff into my ear, but all I could think was How does his voice sound so…DELECTABLE? I felt so horny after that moment, I had excuse myself to the ladies room. Which was good, since Percy wanted to talk to the redhead alone.
I was hyperventilating once I got the bathroom. I moaned and stretch out, trying to shake out the intense, perfect feeling of his lips at my ear.
I liked Percy Jackson a lot. I liked Percy Jackson A LOT.
When I'd checked myself out (I looked normal. Green sweater, hair tied back, eyes wide) and left to finish my lovely little drink, I saw Percy sitting his face calm. Which put me off.
"What happened?" I asked, alarmed by his strangely calm, serious expression. "Where's Dare?"
"She's gone. She had to go home."
Even if it was stupid and pathetic…I could feel a smile, a smirk, grow onto my face. I felt so smug, so glad, I was glowing. Then I said;
"Damn straight."
So! I'll write faster and…better [lemonier ;-)] If you guys press the greeny bo-beany underneath this text. You know. The one that would be summarized as "R&R". ;-)
So…yeah. I hoped you liked this chapter. I know I had fun writing it. I HATE Rachel. It was nice to show everyone what she was in my head. A smug, overconfident redhead, I mean.
Love you all! Forever and ever. :-)
CHAPTER 9: We've Got Beach!
Author's Note: Well, helloooo again. Well. This is ANOTHER chapter for you Percabeth lovers. I added some more…fun moments. Enjoy, my loves.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson series characters. I only use them for my own pleasure.
Joking. ;-)
Percy's POV:
"How about I just drive until we get to hotel by the beach?" I asked, smiling a bit. Annabeth hated it when I was the one who was "sacrificing".
Her face turned a bit red. "How about I drive until we get to a hotel by the beach?"
I turned away. After leaving the pub, we'd decided to head for the coast, like we'd said before. I wanted to get near the sea and Annabeth…well, she just wanted to get to the beach.
"Let me just drive for now, okay?" I said, "You can drive later."
She gazed at me skeptically. "Promise?"
I half smiled-half chuckled. "Promise."
I glanced her way and regretted it immediately. Annabeth was curled up on her seat watching me. I gulped. Her stormy grey eyes were narrowed, analyzing me. But only in the most attractive way possible. Her long legs were smooth and, even when I looked away, I could feel my…special parts long for them to fold me in. I could feel the need at the pit of my stomach, growing and growing.
She was beautiful. So, so beautiful.
I wondered how she couldn't see my extreme need to be with her. I needed her. It was almost killing me.
Literally. I hadn't had such a bad case of blue balls since I went to a strip club on a quest (long story).
Oblivious to my thoughts, Annabeth smiled. "You're turning red."
God, she was right. My face had colored a little. I coughed nervously. "No, I'm not."
She smiled wider. "Yeah, you are."
I ignored her now. I wondered what Rachel was doing for a moment, but then remembered I didn't care. I smiled a bit as I remembered:
(Flashback to about 1 hour ago)
"Rachel," I started, serious, "I'm not your boyfriend."
She barely glanced at me, examining her fancy manicure. Which was weird. Why did girls even CARE about their nails? "Sure, sure."
"Rachel," I said, even MORE serious. "I am NOT your boyfriend. And, speaking as your NOT boyfriend, I'd really like it if you left."
Now she looked up. She smiled a bit, her eyelashes fluttering. I realized she was trying to flirt. "Please, Percy. You and I both know you're totally in love with me."
My eyebrows shoot up. And my jaw dropped. And I think my face looked like she'd just said; "I know you really want to eat a very smelly boot."
She didn't even take a second look at my expression. She just waited for an answer, fiddling with the end of her skirt. It was starting to hitch upwards and show more of her leg, but I realized that she was trying to flirt. Again.
"Rachel," I said. "I am not in love with you. I have never been in love with you."
"Percy. You're kidding yourself."
"No, Rachel!" I said, angrier now. I hated being mean to girls, but now she was just being a bitch. I'd never seen this side of Rachel. "YOU'RE kidding yourself. Go home."
And then I went back to Annabeth.
(End of flashback)
I smiled some more, until Annabeth said; "Are you okay?"
I smiled wider and she just rolled her eyes. "Ugh. Way to be a Seaweed Brain."
That just made me smile more. And made my stomach tumble and flutter like the absolute girl I was. Annabeth deserved a manly man. Not me. Not a perverted, girly boy.
About two hours later, Annabeth and I pulled up into the Casada Hotel, one that was near by the gray-white beach of the Atlantic Ocean. The scenery was beautiful, in a non-tropical, more-England-esque way. Annabeth really did know better. Than me, I mean.
We walked into the small hotel lobby and I went up to the reception. "I'd like a room. Two singular beds, please."
The man checked out his computer. "Sorry, sir," he said, slowly looking up. "There's only one room left."
His eyes slid from me to Annabeth, who was in short-shorts and a loose shirt. Her hair was long and messy and perfection. His eyes raved her and I felt a stab of anger. How rude and disgusting was this guy? Checking out Annabeth?
But then I realized I was pretty much the same.
"Hey," I said, snapping my fingers in front of the guys face, waking him from his trance. Annabeth did that to everybody, I guess. "What's the room?"
I can't say I didn't see the answer coming.
Annabeth's POV:
"I have news," was the first thing Percy said when he came back from the reception at the Casada Hotel.
I arched an eyebrow. "What news is that?"
"They only have one room…and because, you know, we couldn't find another hotel and its getting late, I said yes."
I was still confused, so I asked, "Okay. What's the probably?"
"Itsnleegotonebed," he said back, his words (obviously) mumbled.
"Huh?"
"Its," he gulped. "Only got one bed."
"Oh." I could feel the color filling my cheeks. That stupid, stupid red.
"But," he said, to my relief, "They can bring in one of those extra bed thingys. Don't worry about it."
I smiled. "What's there to worry about, Seaweed Brain?"
God, I was such a fake sometimes. Of course there was something wrong with it. If I was alone in a room, in the same room as Percy, on the same bed…I'd probably kiss him. Which would be bad. Very, very, very bad. He'd probably end up doing what he did to Rachel, but only to me.
The thought even made me hurt.
"So," I said, looking out the big window that showed the black water, the rocks, the white strip of beach. "Let's go put our stuff up there, then we'll head out, okay?"
He nodded and we grabbed our stuff and headed into the elevator. Our stuff was just a few things we'd bought an hour ago at a little outlet mall. Just enough to survive on. Once we were alone, in the elevator, I realized where we were. I looked over at Percy who was leaning casually on the handle bars. His hair was darker than ever, contrasting with his skin even more. He noticed my gaze and smiled back, but his eyebrows were a bit raised.
I felt my cheeks, the traitors they are, flame. He was too cute. It should be illegal to be that cute.
Ironically, I was saved by the bell. Halfway through my sick, sick thoughts the elevator bell rang and I jumped out. A sense of déjà vu gripped me. The last time we'd been in an elevator, we'd been informed of Phoebe, Perce's sister. I'd almost forgotten about her. We'd, actually, been having fun on this trip. Aside from my self-torture for being such a bad best friend, for thinking those naughty thoughts. And Rachel.
We walked up to our room, 309, and Percy dug up the key. He slowly unlocked the door and we walked in. The room was simple; one twin bed, on TV, two chairs and a coffee table. One small bathroom was attached to it, the entrance near the door.
"Its nice," I smiled, trying to make Percy feel better about the whole theres-only-one-bed situation.
He grimaced back and I felt a little more hurt. Did he really mind me that much? After I numbed, I decided a walk on the beach was exactly what I needed.
"I'm going for a walk on the beach, okay?" I said, dropping my stuff on the floor after pulling ou a coat. "You coming?"
"No thanks. I think I'm in serious need of some ESPN. But have fun."
I smiled, and laughed a bit, but left. Once I was on the strip of white sand, I watched the dark waves crash on top of each other. I smelt the salty scent in the air and glanced around me. There was a bit of grass here and there, some dirt too. It was perfect. The whole area couldn't have been more of what I wanted. A break from school…from Olympus, from everything.
Except Percy.
But…to be frank, I think this trip was what I needed. I needed to figure out things with Percy. These new, intense and WAY too pleasurable, feelings were driving me insane. I was starting to see Percy not only as my best friend, but as my tall, gorgeous best friend. The one I really, really wanted to kiss.
Sighing, I breathed in more air. I needed to clear my head. I needed to get with things. Just not be bothered by the fact that I might be falling for my best friend.
Which was exactly what was happening.
Sorry about this. It was a bit of a boring chapter. Yet, it was necessary.
But worry not! The next one will be better. And up soon.
I promiseeeee.
LOL. Anywho; it was long anyway. And revealed the Rachel part. I'm glad you guys now hate her.
And, as its said so many times, my enemy's enemy is my friend.
But you guys are more than friends. You're AWESOME, FANTASTIC friends…
Who'll press the pretty green button, right?
Love you forever!
- S. Craze.
PS: I changed chapter 3's "Amphitrite". Sorry about that, btw. :-)
CHAPTER 10: It's Goddamn Beautiful
Author's Note:
Okay. You guys are officially AWESOMENESS! You liked the chapter that I wrote while I was in writers block (btw, never try that. It gave me the WORST headache)! You people make my life worth living. ;-)
I just wanted to give a shout-out to SARIX-ANGEL who kinda-sorta inspired this chapter! I'll be using MORE of her/his ideas, because they were just…cute.
Enjoy, my loves.
PS: For someone who (I think) indirectly asked; I'm a girl. LOL.
PPS: It's so much fun writing in different font sizes. *giggle*
Annabeth's POV:
I opened the door quietly and slipped through. I shut it behind me softly and leaned against it, arching my head back to let it rest against the door. It was about 11:00 pm. I had spent my time walking slowly on the beach, thinking of this guy.
See, this guy, he's amazing. I only realized that fully when I was on the beach. And now, being the Wise Girl I am, I needed to tell him. I couldn't just hide the intense feeling I had for him. I didn't care that he might not, that he might be in love with Rachel.
I'd cried about this, you know. As I walked on the brittle sand. The tears just sprung into my eyes. I don't even know why. The realization…the intensity it just…I felt it. I felt it deep.
And it scared me and excited me and…
I didn't know. I didn't know anything. This was just a big mess. A big, beautiful mess.
As I opened my eyes, I saw Percy sitting on one of the chairs a coke at hand, remote in the other. I don't think he knew I was here. But…that was nice. I watched him from the door, his dark hair in his eyes, his sharp features. But that's not what I liked, maybe even loved, about Percy. I love his sense of humor. I loved the fact that he, unlike me, had no worry about his pride. He was modest and kind. And, to top it off, he was damn beautiful as he sat there watching ESPN.
The thought made me laugh.
Finally, the Seaweed Brain saw me. "Annabeth," he said, eyebrows shooting up. "Why're you hiding?"
"I'm spying on you, Seaweed Brain," I smiled. But I could hear the faint snuffle in my voice. Damn.
I guess Percy heard it, too. His eyes widened and he got up and out of his chair. "Annabeth," he said, "What the matter?"
I shook my head and said, "Nothing. Why?"
He was still standing, arms crossed over his chest, arm muscles perfectly clear and bulging. All 5"10 feet of him was perfect.
And, yeah. He was that tall. I don't know how it happened. One day, we were the same size. The next he's towering over my 5"6 form.
"Oh," he said. I could still see that he was worried. "But…your eyes," he said gently.
"It's nothing, Percy," I smiled weakly. It was something. Just tell him, Annabeth, said a voice in my head. "It's just…"
He looked at me, waiting.
"…Nothing."
He smiled. And it made me feel better.
"Come over here," he said, "We'll watch some cheesy movie. I know you like those."
I scoffed. "I do not! My sisters just put their copies in my room…and sometimes watch them on your TV."
I remembered living with Percy and his mom. It had been fun that time…other than the fact that I was usually alone at his house, drawing out more plans or studying, while he was out at Rachel's.
"Suuure," he said, laughing. "Just come over here."
Trying not to reveal that actually did like watching those movies; I pulled off my coat, threw it on the bed and walked over. There was only one coach and Percy was spread over it. He straightened a little as I stepped over his legs and I sat down on the other end. I remembered watching a music video, where the girl was on one end of the coach and the boy was on the other, an empty space between them. I bet we looked like that right now.
As Percy turned on Mean Girls, I glanced at him. He had, obviously taken a shower while I was gone, because his hair was wet and glistening. His skin look so perfect and almost like if I touched it, it'd be warm. Which it (he, I mean) probably was. His eyes were the murkiest mess of greens. Light, sea green mostly, but speckled with darker shades. They were so…unique.
No one, expect Poseidon had those eyes. I'd even heard from Triton, Poseidon's other son, that no one got Poseidon's eyes. Not even him. It was rare, extremely rare, for a child of Poseidon to get the sea god's eye color.
For some reason, I'd never mentioned this to Percy. I guess I thought he'd become cocky, thinking he was more special. But I was kidding myself. Perseus Jackson was far too good to be like that. To change like that.
Leaving my thoughts I realized I should pay more attention to the movie and less to Percy.
Ha. I was kidding myself. Again.
Percy's POV:
She was back later than I'd thought. At first, I thought, maybe, I'd lost her to some lifeguard. But I guess she'd just walked around and came back 3 hours later. I found her hiding at the door, her voice snuffled like she'd been crying.
I didn't know why she was hiding. But that cute look where she makes her face blank popped up. It made me smile, seeing it. It reminded me of the real Annabeth. The smart one that bossed me around. The new Annabeth wasn't so different…she just didn't have so much on her mind. I think she'd wanted this trip. There was no other reason she'd come. She hadn't had a vacation for a year, ever since the reconstruction of Olympus started.
As for the snuffling…I really didn't know. Annabeth barely ever cried. She hated it. And when she'd come back, sad and all, I panicked on the inside. But after asking her what was wrong and getting back a few curt replies…I decided to let it go.
But, whatever. Right now, we were watching Mean Girls. Annabeth secretly loved these movies. I knew because one day I'd done some spying of my own (being the sick pervert of a friend I am) and saw her watching Legally Blonde. I guessed that she'd like this, that's why I'd picked up from the video store downstairs.
It was almost 1 am when the movie finished but we were in no rush. We could wake whenever we wanted tomorrow.
It was pretty freaking fantastic.
"So," I yawned, giving Annabeth a lazy smile. "Bed time?"
She rolled her eyes and nodded, yawning soon after me. She smiled. "You're contagious."
At first, I didn't know what she meant. I had a shimmy of hope that, maybe, just maybe, she might think of me like I did her. But then I got the real meaning. She meant the yawning.
God damn it.
I gave her another smile, this one tighter because of my thoughts, but soon, I hit the hay. One of the guys from the hotel staff had come up and given us the little opening bed thing and I'd forced Annabeth onto the bed. This is pretty much how the fight went down:
"Percy, don't treat me like I'm some damsel in distress who's with you on this trip. You're treating me like I'm fragile. Stop."
"Annabeth. I'm not treating you like that."
"Sure seems like it."
"I just like this bed, okay?"
[Annabeth's eyebrows shoot upward] "Oh, really?"
"Yup."
"Now you're lying to me. Do you not have a conscience? Do you not feel pain over TORTURING me like this?"
I, the idiot I am, laughed at that. A lot. Which drove Annabeth, the hard-puncher that she is, to sock me one.
Right now, I was changing. I'd decided to stick with a shirt this time, but Annabeth was deciding on torturing me.
I walked outside to see her sitting on the bed, her hair a mess, her eyes, which were usually bright with determination or narrowed, analyzing, were now lazy from fatigue. But a happy, slurpy lazy. As for her body…I didn't even want to talk about it. Her legs weren't shown, skin wise, but her tight tank top didn't make matters any better what was going on in my black sweatpants.
Which was a pretty sickening amount.
We were both curled up in our separate beds. Even thought it wasn't very nice, I wondered what Annabeth's body would feel like molded with mine. I wondered what she'd feel like over all. Her slight curves, her almost ethereal body in my arms. But I already knew.
It'd feel amazing. It'd feel more than that. It'd feel like perfection.
Then, with these happy thoughts in tow, I drifted to sleep.
I woke up to the sound of a scream. It was the worst sound in the world, like an evil hawk's call, only louder and shriller. I snapped awake and alert, but the sound ringed in my ears, making me feel like I was slipping into an ocean of sadness, weakness. I located where it had come from pretty fast.
Annabeth.
I jumped from my bed to hers, and reached out to her tense body. She was shaking. Shaking with fear, with sadness, with…everything. I think it was her dream.
"Annabeth," I murmured. "Annabeth, Annabeth Annabeth."
I said those words like prayers. That's when I realized: I was falling in love with her. The sound of her scream made things inside me panic, like it was me who was more scared.
She moaned and whimpered back, moving so I could look at her. She wasn't herself. It was like a layer of her skin had been stripped off, revealing point-blank fear. The expression burned itself into my memory. I felt this guard inside me go up and I was angry. Angry at whatever what bugging Annabeth. And, well, to say the least, I could guess it showed on my face.
I grabbed Annabeth's sitting form and wrapped my arms around her protectively. I couldn't bear to see her like that. Ever.
We sat like that for a while, her head in my chest, my arms wrapped tightly around her, her hands gripping fistfuls of the front of my shirt. I knew the tming was horrible, but I couldn't help but feel how right this felt. How…placed. I won't say fitting, because it wasn't. It was…meshed. Like someone and put us in a blender. But it was a great blender.
The sweet moment passed and I finally asked, "Feel better?"
She was still out of character, but nodded. For a while after that she almost waited for me to let go, but as I unwound my arms from around her, she didn't, couldn't, move.
"Please. No," she said, her voice agonizing.
"Okay," I said, no hesitation. I wouldn't leave her if she didn't want me to.
I wondered, as we sat there for a while more, what the dream had been. I'd probably ask her later. But for now, I could feel sleep leaking into me. Annabeth had already fallen into a light slumber against my chest, her soft snores cute. I lay her down and, grudgingly, began going towards my own bed. But she heard me.
"Please," she murmured, tears in her beautiful, beautiful eyes. "Don't go."
I stared at her for a minute. She wanted me to sleep next to her? This was…unexpected. But I didn't mind. I went back and was, actually, happy to.
I know. Someone, please, slap me in the face for being such a horrible, advantage-taking, traitor friend.
Slipping under the covers, I kept on one hand on her, that too on her hip. She shivered a bit under my touch, but we were far away enough for me to not feel in on my own body. I think that might've triggered some other sick, sick feelings.
She didn't notice though. My sick,sick feelings, I mean. She just thought of me as her friend. Which is probably why she then said; "Hold me. Please, Percy," she slurred, tears still in her voice. "Hold me."
I moved closer, and closer, until she was spooned against my front. I felt a wave of desire crash through me, but I didn't let it get the best of me. I guess, I kind of was a gentleman.
But, being very ungentleman-y, I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her entire body against mine.
I got the answer to my question. I'd been wrong before. The moment was more than just perfect.
It was goddamned beautiful.
Well. That chapter was…peaceful. Even though it had some trying-yet-not-trying-to-be-erotic stuff…it was nice. I liked writing it.
But then again, I like writing ANYTHING that's Percabeth. :-)
So, yeah. You can see that I put in a not so original idea, but it was fun writing. And serisouly? Being creative? It's pretty goddamned HARD.
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- S. Craze