Percabeth One Shots

somebody that I used to know

Tuesday, April 23

Annabeth,

How's it going for you? You haven't talked to me since last Thursday, so I thought I would check in. I know that letters are literally the worst form of communication these days, but I guess I wanted to do something different for my best friend. Well, at least I hope your still my best friend.

We both know that I'm not the best at reading a room. I can't sense what vibes are at work in an area and what is appropriate at what time. With the stunt that I pulled I kind of expected to have you ignore me for a couple days.

I really am sorry that I didn't wait for a more appropriate time or place. The middle of the parking lot directly after school was definitely not good timing at all. I think you left in... shock, maybe? I think you needed time to process the whole thing. But I'm not sure because, well, you haven't talked to me in four days. Are you okay though? You weren't at school on Friday, and you worry me sometimes.

Did you really have to cut me off? Make it out to have never happened, and we were nothing? you treated me like a stranger, not answering my texts or calls, and it feels so rough. A text would've been nice. An indication of how you feel.

Annabeth, I promise you on my mother's life that I meant every single word I said.

And I did profess my undying love for you in front of half the school. And I meant every word.

I know that you like things in order but not in the exact place all the time. I know that you hate the patriarchy and capitalism and misogyny. I know that you love architecture but you would much rather be a lawyer because you make fantastic points and love yelling at people.

I know that you like to curl up on the corner of your couch with a cup of hot coco with cinnamon in it and watch a brand new show after a long day. I know that your favorite movie is Tangled. I know that you need time to process things, and by the time you get this it will probably had been about a week since I told you.

I know that deep down, at the end of the day, I will never stop loving you, no matter how hard I try.

I don't want to lose you.

Forever yours,

Percy
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Annabeth started at the piece of paper in her hands. A few circles wet the page as tears fell from her eyes. It was safe to say that he had wrecked her emotionally for a couple days. It was so.. vulnerable, so heartfelt, so sweet and caring.

Percy was right. He deserved an answer, a response of some kind, a reply at the least. She opened up her desk drawer, wiping the tears from her eyes, and pulled a notebook and a pen out. Her neat penmanship quickly filled the page.

Thursday, April 25

Percy,

I'm sorry for ignoring you the past few days. Well, week. I avoided you at school, and I didn't know what to say. I can't form whole sentences around you.

I tried, I really did. On Monday. I walked up behind you while you were doing something in your locker, but I couldn't speak. I don't know if it was a mental thing, or I just chickened out or what, but I wish I had talked to you sooner.

I didn't mean to stoop so low. 

(Word count: 604)

Published: May 9th, 2021

This has been in my drafts for literally so long. When I initially wrote it I think I had some big plans but it has been months since I started it and I have forgotten them. This is based off the song "Somebody that I used to know" and after looking at the lyrics it really doesn't have to Percabeth vibe. I can't make it work in the way that I wanted to, so I'm posting it as an unfinished draft. If you think you can make it work, credit me for the idea and tag me in the part when you publish it! I want to see what you come up with.

The next thing was never meant to be posted, but I kind of like it? Its a little bit of a free verse poem, except I don't know anything about poetry and think it feels like poetry with the way it flows. I wrote this after finding out that my best friend was going to be quarantined for two weeks. I would add onto it, but these feelings are no longer present as it has been over a month since this happened.

I miss your hair, I miss your stare, I miss our stupid little conversations. I miss our spats and petty arguments. I miss the way you talk and the way you walk, I miss how much you mean to me.

I miss getting to walk with you. I miss you so much that I can't help but think about you all the time. I wish I could've had deeper conversations with you, I wish I told you how I feel. It sounds like I'm writing to the dead, or someone I'm never going to see again. Your only going to be gone for two weeks, that's not too bad.

I can wait two weeks.

I wish I wasn't on public transportation right now, so I can cry and get my emotions out properly.

I was so excited to get to sit with you on the bus tomorrow, so excited to get to be right next to you for so long. I'm not usually a person who likes to be touched, but for you I can make an exception.

It's been such a long time since we've been apart, but I will get through it.

I have to.

I miss the way you make me feel, like I'm floating on air or something.

I miss the way you look at me, whether you offended or pleased or inspecting my hair.