Just a fanfic i wanted to write (: Once I knew where it would go , i had to start right away ! maybe a little OOC but come on , who's isnt ? enjoy (:

His hands were soft, but his abs were rock. His eyes were gentle, but his hair was messy. His smile was shy and sweet, but his thoughts were sharp and fierce. His past was dangerous and dark, but his future looks bright. And, best of all, his kisses were delicate, but he wasn't afraid to ask for more.

He was Percy Jackson.

Every day I look at him and wonder how I ended up with someone as amazing as him. He's brave and heroic and courageous. Not to mention that he's the Percy Jackson. The one who slayed the Minotaur, and held the sky, and saved Olympus. Heck, not just Olympus, he saved the world for Zeus' sake! I was just his trusty sidekick throughout all of it.

Somehow, with his brain full of seaweed, he chose me. He could've easily gotten a gorgeous Aphrodite girl or a sweet Demeter girl or a graceful Apollo girl. But when I would bring this up to him he was just say, "But I wanted the gorgeous, sweet and semi-graceful girl Annabeth Chase." Then I would playfully shove him and he'd pick me up, spin me around, we'd laugh, and soon we'd find ourselves under our favorite tree by the beach, our lips locked.

See, about a year before this, on his sixteenth birthday, after we crawled out of the lake about an hour after being thrown in, I needed to dry off. He was the son of Poseidon so his clothes were perfectly dry. But did he offer to dry mine off for me? Of course not. Instead he claimed that "he hadn't learned that skill yet", but he's such a bad liar. He really just wanted to see me mad.

"But you're cute when you're mad," he said.

"Really? Well soon you're going to think I'm more gorgeous than Aphrodite if you don't get me dry right now," I shot back.

"I already do."

Now how can you stay mad at someone when they say that? I was shocked that Percy had the courage to state a compliment like that to me. So as a reward, I kissed him.

We quickly found out that if we get too deep into a kiss, it's very hard to stop. Probably a half hour later, Percy and I were still kissing, but somehow we were sitting under one of the trees right by the beach's end. His lips started out soft and gentle, like he was afraid he was going to break me, but I wanted more. So I deepened the kiss, and I could tell he was happy about that. Things progressed from there. No, nobody ended up naked. Neither of us even took anything off. But the sensation and the peace at mind and heart and the thought that Percy Jackson was actually and finally mine, it just made it just about the most amazing kiss of my life.

Percy and I would go to that tree whenever we we're upset or thoughtful or even hormonal. If one of us wanted to talk to the other, there were no questions asked—we headed straight for the tree. He even got sappy and carved our initials into the trunk with a rock the following summer.

Everything was just…perfect.

Until August 2nd, just a few weeks before his seventeenth birthday.

Percy and I we're laid out under our tree. It was the hottest day so far that summer, so he and I would jump in the lake then come back and sit in the shade for a while. We were hoping that it would help us stay cool, but I definitely wasn't enough.

"Ugg…gods," he mumbled. "Why does it have to be so hot out?"

I shrugged. "I've seen hotter."

He turned towards me with a look of disbelief. "I don't know how you can possibly live in San Francisco without dying of heat stroke?"

I laughed. "Well I don't know how you can live in New York without turning into a popsicle."

"I guess that's true," he said while chuckling, then he sighed.

"What's wrong?" I asked. He shrugged, while sitting up. "Oh, come on. Spill."

"It's just, I never like this point in the year," he admitted. "It means we only have a few weeks left before we leave again."

I smiled. "You're so cheesy," I said while intertwining my fingers with his.

He leaned closer and kissed me softly. Just after pulling back, he kissed me again. And again, and again, every one fiercer than the last. His kisses were seriously addictive to me. Slowly, he leaned more and more towards me, causing me to lie back down. I moved my hands into his hair and ran them through, memorizing every strand. His hands were first cradling my face but slipped down my neck and to my waist. He's only gotten this deep into it a few times before, but I've noticed that it's always when he has something on his mind. But I was so lost in his lips that I didn't have the strength to stop. I didn't want to stop. In fact, I wanted more.

I didn't stop until his hands started reaching up my shirt. "Stop," I said forcefully. Immediately he stopped and pulled back, but he stayed on top of me. "What are you doing?"

His eyes were full of lust and he had this expression on his face that I've never seen before. "I love you, Annabeth," he said while leaning down for another kiss, his hands going right back to where he left off. As much as I loved it and as good as it felt, I had to push him off.

"Stop," I repeated while crawling out from under him. "Percy, what is going on?"

He looked hurt. "Don't you love me too?"

"Of course I do," I responded. I actually realized that I was in love with him a while ago, but he was such a Seaweed Brain, he didn't notice. "But you've never acted like this. What's on your mind?"

His eyes were still deep with lust, but now instead of intense, they were…confused, sad and happy at the same time. It was hard to explain.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"It's okay," I assured. "Just tell me what's going on."

Everything, besides the multiple campers running into the lake, was quiet while I waited for a response, but he didn't budge. His expression started changing by the second, so I could tell that he was probably talking to himself in his head. To help him relax, I leaned in and pecked him softly on the lips.

"Well, when you're ready to talk, come find me," I said while gazing into his gorgeous sea-green eyes.

While grinning that looked fake, he slowly nodded.

I was about to stand up and walk away to lunch when he pulled me back down into one more passionate kiss. "I love you, Annabeth Chase," he whispered.

I leaned my forehead against his. "I love you too, Percy Jackson."

I had no idea that that would be the last time he'd ever say that to me. Because the next day, he was gone.

good ? bad ? tell me watcha think , especially since its the first chapter

-kenna(: