You Belong to my Heart: A Percabeth FF

29. Percy

Chapter 29: Percy

~a couple days later~

Calypso and I had just gotten home after spending nearly the entire day at school, between practices and talking to friends. On the ride home, we had taken the bus, and every time the bus lurched, she kept bumping into me, making my heart race.

"Can I see your room?" Calypso asked, tugging on her blue backpack, and I was, as usual, blinded by her beauty.

"Uh yeah," my voice cracked. She giggled softly. I had a feeling she knew the effect she had on me, and liked it.

I led her upstairs and her eyes filled with wonder when I opened my room. I tilted my head as I looked at her. It wasn't anything special, but she treated this like it was a room filled with gold. She observed every small detail, her delicate fingers running over my trophies. "Wow," she whispered. "This is beautiful."

"You've already seen it," I laughed awkwardly.

"Yes, but that was late at night, and I was very tired. I didn't really feel anything other than the numbness from the flight, you know?"

"And now what do you feel?" I asked, my voice thick.

Her eyes focused on mine and my world tilted and spiraled. "I'm not sure," she winked. "But it's nice."

"Well, I'm glad," I whispered. My heart was thumping heavily and my breath quickened.

She moved over to my window and parted the blue curtain. "I always used to wonder how the night sky would look across the globe," she said slowly, as if she were savoring every word.

I walked next to her. "I always used to look at the stars, wondering if you were looking at the same stars simply on the other side of the world." I placed my hand on her shoulder delicately.

She stepped closer to me. "Really?" she whispered. Her face was flushed, a color that I wholeheartedly approved. Her voice was a soft breeze in my ear and I felt like everything I knew was falling apart, being blown away by the soft breeze that was her voice.

I turned to look at her and we were oh so close. Breathing heavily, she came closer. Her breath was on my cheeks. It wasn't a lemon scent, like Annabeth's but I was still dizzy from it.

I cupped her cheek and pressed my lips forward, in a soft, delicate kiss. My mind started to sprint through the thoughts that were running through my head. On the one hand, a tiny cell in the back of my brain was screaming ANNABETH, but I pushed the thought away, as my memories showed me her glares and scowls. She was jealous and I was never going to be someone's center of attention, all the time, like she wanted me to be. On the other hand, my brain was laughing at the thought of seeing the jealousy on the other guy's faces when I told them that I had kissed the prettiest girl in school. She parted her lips slightly and I focused on this moment. Me holding her, her kissing me, and the tenderness of it all. I pulled her closer to me, never wanting to let go. The kiss was sweet, and yet, it still held the burning passion we held for each other. She pulled away. She was like my light, and this room was my darkness.

"It's still here," I murmured, referring to our love. I sat on the edge of our bed, my heart thrumming with happiness.

"You were always the only one that held my heart, Percy," she smiled. She sat down in my lap and undid her bun, her hair falling on my shoulders.

"Sunshine, I-"

She looked stunned. "You haven't called me that in..."

"Too long," I said sadly.

"It's okay," she whispered. "I'm just glad I waited."

"Me too," I smiled and pulled her towards me, our lips locking once again. Something in my heart shifted, as if it were time travelling back to that summer in France, when I had first fallen in love with her. Her soft lips moved across my mouth to my cheeks, my jaw, and I was utterly consumed by her.

Off to the side, my phone buzzed with a notification. Calypso grabbed it before I could and looked at the message. "It's that girl," she murmured. "Annybeth."

"It's uh, Annabeth," I chuckled and tried to grab my phone from her before she could scroll up too much on that contact's messages.

She moved her hand away from mine. "She's asking you if you are going to the meet tomorrow?" Calypso focused her eyes on me. "What meet? You didn't tell me about this."

I scratched my head. I had originally planned on going to the meet alone, so that I could probably approach Annabeth to talk about what was happening with us, but now, I couldn't let Calypso not go. "I was going to tell you, now," I lied. "A meet is like a competition," I explained.

"So you'll be competing," she asked.

I nodded my head.

"That sounds like fun," she placed her head on my shoulder. But then her eyes turned fierce. "But what about girl? You tell her no?"

"I—uh—"

"Perseus!" she scolded.

"She's my best friend okay? And I've missed her," I said weakly.

"Did you two, ah, date?" she asked.

"No!" I exclaimed, my voice shrill.

"Oh, Percy, I don't care, but I must know if she means something to you, so that nothing happens with us," she gestured towards the space between us.

"Us?" I asked weakly, dizzy from the thought that might be a thing. Us. What a wonderful word.

"Yes," she pressed her lips to mine one more time. "Now did something happen?" she asked firmly.

"We kissed," I said. My head was spinning from her lips touching mine from just a few seconds ago. I almost didn't feel like I was controlling myself anymore.

"So who do you want?" she murmured. "Me..." she trailed her hand up my hair. "Or her?" she smiled though her hand stopped moving.

And in that moment, I made the worst decision possible. I was holding Calypso in my lap, her honey scent already intoxicating me. Her perfectly trimmed nails were lightly resting on my chin, and her lips were full and pink. I wanted to hold her even closer, and I already knew what the correct answer was.

"You. I would do anything for you," I murmured, my heart desperate to please her.

"Hmm," she giggled. "Just to test this loyalty, Percy..." her accent was thick when she said my name. "Would you text her no?" She leaned in just a touch, and my nose was hit with a waft of her perfume. I knew exactly what she was doing, but I let her do it anyway. She was too beautiful to argue with.

"Mmhmm," I grinned.

"And tell her to stop contacting you?"

"Of course," I smiled, entranced. I reached up and gingerly touched her hair that had fallen on her shoulders. A soft halo of moonlight surrounded her dark figure.

"Would you promise not to see her or talk to her?" she giggled. The question seemed silly. I pressed my lips to hers in response. When Annabeth had given me the same ultimatum, everything in my body had told me to respond no, and now, everything was telling me to say, no scream, yes.

When I pulled back, I asked the question that had been nagging at my mind for a while. "Sunshine, will you—will you be my girlfriend?"

She smiled slowly. "With that promise, anything for you, handsome." And then we fell backwards on the bed, holding each other tightly and kissing.