‘Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street
-He promised her they were forever. And they were, Till they weren't.-
Young, dumb, and in love. That's what Percy and Annabeth were. They were fourteen when they got together. Previously best friends since birth, but they both had formed a crush on each other. She asked him to the Halloween dance, and they both slowly started falling after that. Falling in love, that is. Annabeth had been told that it was scary, falling. That it's something you'll regret, that you'll come out empty handed. That you won't be able to get back up if you do. But, she couldn't help it. One look into his sea green eyes, and she was gone. Sometimes, though, she did get scared. Scared that he would leave her for someone else, like his father left her mother. Scared that he would change into a person she couldn't love, or vice-versa. But, Percy would just hold her close, and promise her that he wouldn't leave her. That they would be forever. She wanted to believe him, so she did. They battled the struggles of high school together, as well as got accepted to the same college. A college both of them dreamed of attending. Annabeth was waiting for some higher force to come down, and tell her all this had been a simulation. She was leading a life the rom-com girls wished they had. She was 18, and was still in love with her one and only. High school couldn't separate them, and so far college hadn't, so what couldn't they overcome together? They were forever, they always would be. Things were good. Really, really, great.
College was hard, money was tight, and people were mean, but Percy and Annabeth got through it.
Four years of college was enough for them, and they already had decently paying jobs, so they were all on their own. No school, or superiors to guide them. They were finally full fledged adults.
Annabeth thinks Percy must have not gotten the que, because he sure acted childish sometimes.
The two of them had been trying to bake cookies, but neither of them were meant for the kitchen. Flour was all over the place, the counter was stained faintly blue in one spot, and the apartment smelt of...burnt-ness.
As the blonde Woman took her oven mitted hand and retrieved the tray from the hot oven, Percy coughed.
"God, woman! You burnt out cookies!"
Annabeth rolled her eyes, and slams the hot tray onto the stove top, the cookies that were supposed to be blue, a greenish brown color. She placed a hand on her hip, and turned to her boyfriend.
"Maybe if you hadn't forgot the baking soda, they would've turned out a little better."
The man mock gasped, "How could you blame this on me! You're the one who added all that salt. It only called for half a teaspoon!"
Annabeth violently untied the lady-bug apron that, was much to small for her, and threw it over at the guy.
Her sentence was interrupted by flour. Flour that Percy threw at her. Flour that landed right into her mouth.
If you didn't know, flour doesn't taste all that great.
The woman started to cough violently. It was so dry, she couldn't swallow it, but it was sticking to the insider of her mouth aswell.
Annabeth reached around herself, trying to get a handful of flour to throw back at Percy. She finds the back of brown sugar instead, but figures it should do.
She threw a handful of the sugar blindly towards were Percy's voice was coming from.
The blonde, who's hair actually looked more white than blonde at the moment, groaned as Percy began to laugh. It must have been super funny, watching her struggle. She wiped the flour from her eyes, so that she could see. Percy was standing at the Island, rapidly scooping up more flour into his hands.
Annabeth chuckled darkly.
Let's just say, the two of them were finding floor everywhere, for months.
One Saturday Morning, Annabeth and Percy were laying in their bed.
The bed that they shared.
They were both crammed over to one side, Annabeth head in the crook of his armpit, with Percy's hand resting upon it, combing through her golden curls.
It didn't particularly smell like roses, but it was nice.
She didn't know, since she was staring up at the ceiling wordlessly, but Percy was smiling widely at her.
He didn't understand how someone could be so beautiful, inside and out. And, how someone like her could ever love someone like him. He thought about the glittering diamond ring that sat in his underwear drawer. The ring he bought 2 years ago, when he was 22.
He was planning on popping the question soon. But, he was patient. He wanted it to be perfect, for her.
Percy turns back to Annabeth, who was now staring back at him. They smile at each other.
"Penny for your thoughts," she said turning over on her side, to get a better look at him. Percy followed in her movements. "You, of course," he exclaimed booping her nose with his pointer finger.
Annabeth laughed. "Well, I would hope so. You sure your not thinking of anything else? Anybody else?"
Percy knew she was joking, but Percy took it to himself to answer seriously. "No. I'm thinking of...forever."
The two held eye contact as a smile grew onto Annabeths face. "I like the way you think, Mr. Jackson."
Percy smiled. "Yes, me and Ms. O'Leary shall have a wonderful life together."
Annabeth snorted, and shoved her face into the pillows. "Yes! I wish you two the best of luck," she said, her voice muffled by the pillows.
Percy laughed and wrapped an arm around her waist.
Annabeth took her face out of the pillows to look at him. "Right back at ya."
It was a month later, and Percy and Annabeth were ready for a movie marathon.
(They both immediately agreed Harry Potter, for obvious reasons.)
Once they were all situated on the couch, Annabeth scrolling through the TV, Percy spoke.
"We don't have ice cream, do we?"
Annabeth's eyes stayed put on the television. "No. We finished it the other night."
He thought for a moment, before getting up from the couch and slipping on his shoes.
His girlfriend finally looked over too him, her eyebrows raised. "Um...were do you think you're going, mister?"
Percy looked back at her, smiling as he pulled on his coat. "Getting us ice-cream, of course."
He walked back over to Annabeth, who was now propped up on her elbows, and presses a kiss to her forehead.
He gave a chaste kiss to his girlfriends lips, before walking back over to the door to their apartment.
"Don't start it without me!" He called out as he reached for the door nob.
It didn't feel any different from the other times Percy had gone out to fetch something. It felt normal. It was normal.
Then why did Annabeth feel so anxious all of a sudden? She got chills, but she told herself it was nothing.
Percy spun his hear around back to Annabeth, who was sitting all the way up. Her heart was racing, but she didn't know why.
Her boyfriend looked at her warily. "What? Is everything ok?"
Annabeth nodded uncertainly. "Um...yeah. Yes, I'm fine, just...be careful. It's dark."
Percy nodded, and reopened the door. Once it was all the way open, he threw his head over his shoulder.
Annabeth tried her best to calm down her heart, and give him a smile.
The scariest thing, is that it felt like a goodbye.
An hour and 30 minutes. It should not take him that long to drive to the market down the block and get ice cream.
Annabeth paced around the living room.
Were is he? Is he okay? What if-
Hours passed, and he still hadn't show up. Annabeth crossed her fingers, and wished that he would appear. That he would walk in the door, plastic bag with Ice-cream and pretzels, unharmed and happy.
Annabeth was at the point were she was grabbing her keys frantically try to get out of the apartment, and trying to find Percy. Just as she walked toward the door, a rang was heard from the couch.
My phone. It could be Percy.
She sprints across the living room, and searches through the blankets and crevasses of the couch, to find the vibrating device in between the cushions.
East Coast Emergency Center.
Annabeth's mind thought the worst, and she answers shakily.
The feminine voice on the other side said, "Hello. I's this Annabeth Chase?"
A scared sob rose in the woman's throat, her chest tightening. "This is her."
The person sighed. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but your partner Percy has been in a car accident."
Annabeth gasped, a hand coming to her mouth. Tears started to form in her eyes, as she said. "What- Um. Is he okay?"
"Sadly, he was gone when the ambulance found him. I am- so, sorry."
Annabeth cried as she began to crouch on the floor. "Oh my- I- I- Ill be there as quickly as I can," her voice wobbled off as she hung up.
She was in shock as she drove to the hospital. Sobbing, but not particularly thinking straight. It felt unreal. 15 minutes prior, she just thought Percy had gotten mugged, but-
Percy was gone and their forever was over.
Annabeth liked to dive through the suburbs sometimes.
To see the life she could of had, and cry, and laugh, and just think.
She also visited the cemetery from time to time. Not as much as she used to, but a couple times a year.
Her friends had told her she should move on, that it just wasn't meant to be. But they didn't know him like she did. They didn't know how important she was to him.
So, Annabeth still visited him. Put blue flowers on his grave, sometimes talked, sometimes wrote a little note.
She didn't know if he heard, or if he was even there, but it felt nice, just imagining that he did.
Annabeth looked down at the soft gray stone, and the little trinkets and flowers scattered along he bottom. She smiled, as she reached into her pocket to take out the small enveloped note.
She kissed it lightly, before setting it down lightly at the base of the stone. Straightening her back, he took one long breath, her eyes stinging. But this time, with happy tears.
"I love you, Seaweed Brain."
And it finally feels like a proper farewell.
How are you? I hope you're well. I'm okay, thanks for asking.
I haven't seen you in so long, I don't really know what to say. Which hurts to think, since you were such a large part of my life. Which also hurts to think about, because you aren't that anymore. I don't think of you everyday, and it scares me. You're face isn't always on my mind, and I hate it. I know you would want me to move on, and while I care deeply about your opinion, I deem that stupid. I know its been a long time. Hell, I'm 30. Can you believe that? An actual grown-up.
I might find another person, at one point i time, but I will always love you. Because, well, how can I not? I always hated how easily you made me love you. One of your worse traits, for sure.
Anyways, what I'm trying to do here is a...final goodbye. A way were I can finally try to let you go, or at least partially. I've just held onto you in my stubborn mind, and I think it's time to try and get better.
Because I know it's what you would have wanted.
I never got to say goodbye to you, and I think that's the hardest part for me. That I never got to see you one last time.
So, this is it. This is me, letting you go.
I think it's the best for the both of us. Not necessarily to move on, but to start healing.
We got our forever. Our little forever that only us got to live. Thank you for that.
Goodbye, Percy Jackson. I had a lovely little forever with you.
I seriously have no idea if this is the type of stuff you post on tumblr, but...here I am! Yeah, just a little thing I wrote.
(Very much based off of Drivers license, by Olivia Rodrigo. Beautiful song.)
