Author's Note: Hey, this was written for ShadowPalace's and WindowChild's one-shot contest!

Yes, I know, Bailey, ever the procrastinator, turning it in just a day before the due-date when I had half a month.

Well, that's just how I roll.

Anyways, I had a lot of things I wanted to write about, so I decided to have multiple little snippets of their day all rolled into one. It's pretty short.

It takes place on Percy's and Annabeth's last day of Camp. They're eighteen.

Hope you enjoy! Enter the contest if it's not too late! The rules are on both of their profiles. =)

Sentimental Type

They're not the sentimental type.

Both Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase have always been the kind of people who keep their emotional words inside their heads, whereas some of their friends really enjoyed voicing theirs.

However, with a single look in the eyes, they seem to know what the other is thinking.

It continues to mystify those around them as to how they achieve such inaudible communication.

But when it comes down to their last day at camp, both are quite visibly saddened by the end of their final summer at Half-Blood Hill.

The two hold hands all through the end-of-summer campfire. They sing right along with everyone else, but they cannot help but think it might be the last time they see Will Solace strum his lyre. Percy wraps his arm around Annabeth while they hold their necklaces, now adorned with seven and twelve beads.

She laughs through her tears and calls him Seaweed Brain one last time, on the very porch upon which she first came up with the name. He cannot help but smile.

Walking into the salty air, she realizes she has, despite the rumors, never been in the Poseidon cabin (off of inspection, of course). What can she say? She wanted to leave one last camp rule unbroken.

She rubs her hand on the side of his face after breakfast, smiling a bit sorrowfully.

"What is it, Wise Girl?"

Taking her hand off his face, she sighs. "This is the last time I'll see you drag yourself to breakfast before shaving."

"Give me your knife, Wise Girl," he says, holding out his hand expectantly.

"You finally going to kill Nico?"

As if he's never thought of it, he just rolls his eyes (a trick she herself taught him) as she hands over the dagger. "Come on."

Somewhere, deeply hidden, where no one else could find it, he carves their initials. When he's not looking, she adds a little heart.

He sees it.

But doesn't protest.

When he takes her to a spot of grass just in front of the big house, it looks utterly and completely insignificant to her.

"What are we here for?"

Percy furrows his eyebrows and frowns just a little.

"What?" she asks.

"It's where we met," he says, presenting the ground as if it is the most sacred patch of slightly browned grass on the Earth.

But hey.

To him, it is.

Each and every single summer, without fail, he forgets something at camp.

His first year, it was the note his mom sent him—he was a bit disappointed about that one. Second session, he left his scorched tie-dye t-shirt—he wouldn't be needing his PE uniform anymore. In his third summer, his blue plastic comb—he couldn't help but get confused whenever he saw it, plus it's not like his hair stayed down straight anyway.

Etcetera.

This year, there is a little black box still sitting on his nightstand.

For once, he comes back for it.

As they take one last look at their home, they walk down the hill.

When he sees a tear roll down her cheek, he wipes it away, pulls her into a hug, and says one word.

"Counselors."

Author's Note: Cause I'm so cool I need one at the top and bottom.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed this. I'd really appreciate any reviews.

Thanks so much for reading!

~ S e p t e m b e r S o r r o w s