What Just Happened?, a percy jackson and the olympians fanfic | FanFiction
Percabeth: Just our everyday date So, Percy and Annabeth decided they don't get a chance to go on "Gods, seaweed brain, stop staring!". Annabeth visited Percy most Sunday's to hang out and do homework and yesterday had "I thought they were the ones dating; she invited him on a family vacation for havens sakes just Percy said after he stopped choking. Annabeth discusses why she'd rather not date anyone with her .. "We may need to stop and explain, but yeah, say whatever you need to.".
He left, closing the door but Percy couldn't help thinking one thing; she deserves better. I'm sorry That I am always the one you need to talk to, but never good enough to date. Percy sighed, resting his chin on her head as she cried into his shoulder. Annabeth just split from her three-week boyfriend and now she had come to her best-friend for some sympathy.
It broke his heart to see her like this but she had been so reckless lately. Going out with people, somehow convincing herself she loved them only to have them break her. For someone so smart, Percy wondered why she couldn't just see.
I'm sorry That I always held your hair back when you threw up, and didn't get mad at you for puking in my car, but when we went out you went home with another guy Another party.
Ever since her brother's death Annabeth had coped by partying it up. Percy sighed, remembering what had happened last night as he watched his friend flirt with some new guy. Annabeth had called him, drunk out of her mind, stumbling every which way from some club. He had gone to pick her up only to find her heaving her guts out in a stall. Then coming back home she had spilled her contents again, quite by accident in his car.
And now, after he had taken her to the park, hoping to help her feel better she was off playing again.
Percy turned away sadly as Annabeth hopped in the guy's car. I'm sorry That I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new man hit you and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere, but not good enough to listen to me when I need a friend Percy had picked Annabeth up from the latest guy on some back road.
He had dropped her off at her place then left for his only to find his mother in hospital.
Torn between choosing to pick up his friend instead of staying home with his mother. How could he let this happen? He sat in the hospital chair with his head in his hands.
Where was his friend when he needed her? I'm sorry If I start not being there because it hurts being used as a door mat, only to be thrown to the side when the new jerk comes around Percy had snapped. Annabeth, still drowning in her 3 year old misery over he dead brother, had ditched him again for some other idiot in the middle of a friendly lunch that Percy had taken her to. She had been moping about the last break up. This time, when this latest guy dumped her he wouldn't be there.
I'm sorry If I don't answer my phone anymore when you call, to listen to you, cry for hours, instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work Ignoring her. Percy's mother had passed away two months ago just after his 23rd birthday. His phone buzzed as he lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. Anger surged through him. Percy suppressed the urge to throw the phone across the room, instead, turning it off. No, now he wouldn't bother to try and listen to Annabeth's pity party.
No, he had a life of his own to live. I'm sorry that you can't realize. I've been the one all along. Five and a half years. Only now was Annabeth starting to get over Malcolm's death.
She had stopped dating and sleeping around with unknowns. All because of Percy. He had left her in her pit of moping. Percy was now attending his second last year of college, focusing on getting his degree for marine biology. He still remembered his best-friend.
He still loved her. He still hoped she would realise that he had always been there for her. Percy still loved Annabeth. Most of all I'm sorry For not being sorry anymore Percy wasn't sure he cared anymore. Occasionally he had seen Annabeth at college but soon he was out in the world, doing what he loved.
He wasn't sorry anymore. He still thought about her. He still loved her but now, if she partied, if she drank, if she slept with other guys he couldn't care less.
Again, Percy tried to drown himself in what replaced study. I'm not going to be that shoulder you can lean on. I'm not going to be there for you anymore Annabeth. You basically treated me like shit. Annabeth, I feel sorry for you that you just couldn't accept me for who I was. Percy stared down at her.
Study Date, a percy jackson and the olympians fanfic | FanFiction
Annabeth was standing there in all her professional architect glory, arms crossed over her chest, eyes narrowed up at him. The little fact that Percy had walked through the lobby of the hotel she and he were staying at in a wet wetsuit. Who could blame him? He had been out doing his job, studying some sea plants that needed documenting. Annabeth was also there for her job but she was designing some building.
Now she was scolding him for being "too wet to walk through an expensive place like this". Percy shook his head, walking away, wetsuit squeaking. I'm sorry I caught your boyfriend with another girl and told you about it, I thought that was what friends were for Percy had his hands in fists as he glared down at her. Annabeth was back with her high school boyfriend and now, at age 29, she was going out with Luke again.
Percy had caught Annabeth's boyfriend with a friend of his. Annabeth didn't believe him. I'm sorry That I told you I loved you and actually meant it. He slapped a hand over his mouth, eyes wide. I don't believe that.
Just Dating Chapter 1, a percy jackson and the olympians fanfic | FanFiction
You've basically hated me ever since the end of Senior year when I supposedly 'dumped all that shit' on you. Take my word or not I actually meant those three words. In case you don't remember, in Senior year after Malcolm died you got depressed. You partied every night, you-" "Don't you dare talk to me about that!
Jason isn't a complete dunce and whatever he comes up with will amaze Piper. It's Jason who stops first in front of the large window looking into the restaurant and Annabeth positions herself slightly behind him. A handful of tables have patrons seated around them, talking and eating in the dimmed lighting, but most are empty and the place has a half-haunted feeling.
It doesn't take her long to pick out the one guy sitting alone off to the right. Annabeth feels the same half worried look that appears just before he gives her the speech. There are no strings attached to this and even if you do like him that doesn't mean you two have to rush out and get married. Weigh the options here Annabeth, what do you have to lose? And I now realize that's kind of like teaching a kid to swim by throwing him into the ocean. Annabeth mulls over her options; she could run and blow the guy off but that means dealing with an irate Piper and Jason, she could feign and emergency part way through and bail which still leaves her with an irate Piper and Jason, or she could suck it up and spend a few hours with this guy.
And remember to take it easy on him. Jason tucks his hands into his pockets and heads towards home. Annabeth watches him until he's turned the corner before moving back to the window and finally scrutinizing her date. He's tucked against one of the walls pushing the wedge of lemon in his water around with is straw.
From what she can make out he's got raven black hair and poor posture but he's dressed nice.
The glare off the window makes it hard to pick out any real detail but he seems harmless enough. She tells herself this is going to be simple, that it's one date and then it's over.
She'll make small talk, ask him generic first date questions, answer his generic first date questions, maybe get a dessert to make the night worth it, go home, and never hear from him again.
Admittedly it's not the most optimistic outlook but she's not exactly a willing participant in this pseudo-science experiment Piper and Jason have contrived. Really it's him that's getting the short end of the stick being set up with a grouchy spinster but that's not on her.
He can blame the matchmakers for pushing her into this, even if she's trying to torpedo the date. Annabeth gnaws on the inside of her cheek for a second before squaring her shoulders and heading inside.
She brushes past the hostess, winds her way between empty tables and stops a few feet from him. She has to clear her throat to get his attention and he lifts his eyes slowly from the table.