People Meet Percabeth

Colin Gread

Colin Gread

I don't think it's normal to have a crush on your boss. But usually your boss isn't a sexy, smart and funny 23 year-old woman. My boss was Annabeth Chase. She was the CEO and head of Olympus Architecture, and she had only graduated college two years ago!

I was 24, so there wasn't a big age gap either. You would think that a person like Annabeth would be taken, but the only ring I'd ever seen on her finger was a weird one that couldn't be an engagement ring, or wedding band. It was an owl with gray stone eyes holding a sea green jeweled trident. There was some words in a weird language inscribed in it and an infinity symbol.

I decided that she probably just didn't realize it was on her left finger. I thought about her too much. Her perfect curves, luscious blonde curls, stunning gray eyes. She was absolutely gorgeous. I needed her to be mine.

She'd never mentioned a boyfriend or special someone, so that meant she was available, right? I planned to ask her out later today, after our big meeting at 3. I mean, she clearly liked me.

She always smiled these huge sparkling smiles at me, and laughed at my corny jokes. Yeah, she totally liked me. I walked into her office and saw her typing away quickly on her computer while talking on her phone. She saw me and held up one finger as of to say, "I'll be with you in a minute."

"Yeah, that's perfect." She listened for a while.

"Mmmhmm, tell her I'll see her later, okay? Yes. You got that?" Annabeth paused again.

"Kay, thanks. You're the best. I don't know what I'd do without you!" Another pause...

"Ok... Tell her that I said thanks."

"I know. And DON'T call me Princess, or Beautiful! Fine, be that way. See you later. Bye." She was about to hang up when she brought the phone back to her ear. She grinned widely and said,

"Nope! That's what ya get! Bye. Seriously, P-" she stopped mid sentence and put down the phone. I guess the person she'd been talking to had hung up. Annabeth stopped typing and took a deep breath.

"Hey Colin. I'm so tired, overworked."

"Who were you talking to? You seemed to be getting annoyed at them," I said. But truthfully, it sounded like a playful argument between two lovers. But Annabeth didn't have a boyfriend or a husband or anything like that.

"Oh, that was nothing. I'm just working on something extremely important during my spare time, since it's not for work, it's more personal. It's great, just SO much work to plan a we-..." She sounded so exhausted. I decided it was time to make my move, make her day happier.

"Annabeth, I want to ask you something," I started, but she interrupted.

"Okay, one minute, sorry. Here, this is for you," she handed me a white envelope with my name written in swirly letters. An invitation? A card to show her affection? I don't know.

"Oh! Don't open it here, I don't want anyone else to see, it's only for you," she blushed. It was definitely a card to show her love to me. I walked to my office and sliced open the envelope. Inside was a cream colored piece of paper with silver and sea green swirls on the border. It read:

'You are invited to the wedding of

Annabeth Chase and

Percy Jackson

on June 13th at 4 PM

at Farm Hill 3.141

Long Island, NY,

11954

Please respond as soon as possible.'

Wait?! An invitation to her WEDDING!? Annabeth Chase, the girl I loved, getting married? To someone who wasn't me? I stormed back to her office, got a composed expression on my face and walked in the open door. I shut it and locked it behind me. She was sitting at her desk, sketching a design for an apartment complex.

"You're getting married?" I asked, still getting over my shock. She nodded vigorously.

"Yeah in two and a half months! I'm so stressed, but I'm so excited!" She replied cheerfully.

"But we were supposed to be together!" I muttered and she dropped her pencil.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"We were meant to be together Annabeth! I'm more handsome than him, more loyal than him, more caring than him, smarter than him!"

"Ok, you're not more handsome than him, but even if he was a completely ugly person, I would still love him. There is no way that you're more loyal than him, and he cares about my safety over his safety. So, you're not more caring than him. And smarter, I'll give you that one. But that's why I love him!" Her rang out, so full of love that I was sorry I ever questioned the marriage.

"See, here's a picture." She showed me a picture of her on the back of a familiar looking person. His black hair was windswept and messy. His sea green eyes were sparkling and his muscles were visible on his tanned skin. The gears in my brain started moving, trying to process who that guy was.

"That's Percy Jackson, the Olympic swimmer!" My mind made the connection between the face and the name. She nodded and grabbed the invitation from my hand. She pointed out the name Percy Jackson right beneath her name.

"I'm sorry Colin, but I really have to go now. If you have any objections to my wedding, then don't come. I'll see you tomorrow, bye," Annabeth said, with no sparkling smile.

Those next few weeks, I realized that Annabeth flashed everybody dazzling smiles and laughed politely at everyone's jokes. She didn't bring up her wedding once until the week before.

"Hope you're coming!" She whispered to me as she passed me in the hall, and that was it.

Time Lapse to the Wedding-

I squirmed in my seat uncomfortably, the suit I was wearing a was itchy. I was surrounded by people I didn't know. Music started playing and Percy stood at the end of the aisle, along with this woman. The flower girl came down, then the ring bearer and the bridesmaids and groomsmen. The song turned louder as one barefoot stepped onto the sand, followed by a white skirt.

Annabeth stepped out from a grove of trees. She wore a sleeveless white gown with lace and rhinestone top and a skirt that was pleated and wasn't too poofy or too straight. Her hair was falling down her back and a few curls framed her angelic face. Her veil reached the ground.

She was on the arm of a man I had never seen before, obviously her father. She walked down the sand and stepped gracefully as she went, her bare feet sinking into the warm white sand. She reached the end and her father placed her hand in Percy's.

I must say, it was a good wedding. People cried during the vows, written by Percy and Annabeth. And by the 'you may now kiss the bride' I had completely given up hope on Annabeth Chase. Their love was too strong to break.