ANNABETH
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"Hey, Annabeth. What's up?" My brother asked, looking up from his map of the Camp Half-Blood woods.
I ran to our shelf. "I need to learn how to flirt."
My brother, shocked, dropped an entire container of Sharpies and whirled around, utterly bewildered. "You what?"
"I need to learn how to flirt," I repeated.
"Flirting? Annabeth, I didn't even know you had a crush!"
I didn't either. But getting invited to see fireworks with Tempest- the person I'd been feeling so weirdly about for so long- made my heart do flips and I didn't sleep at all last night, I was so excited. "I need to learn how to flirt! Don't we have a manual on that?!"
"I don- I don't think they make manuals on flirting!" Malcolm whined, looking a little scared. "Don't ask me! I can't flirt for the life of me!"
"Neither can I!" I cried out, terrified. I was so scared Tempest and I would have a romantic moment and I'd start talking about the Irish potato famine or something. "We gotta figure it out somehow, right?" I kept sifting through the shelf, but just felt angry. "Dammit! All of that stuff is about intellectual things, like mechanics! Malcolm, don't we have psychology books in here?!"
My brother shrieked and flocked to a different section of the mini-library and ripped some books off the shelves, clearly freaking out. They fell to the floor, and I yelled at him in Ancient Greek before noticing the title of one.
I picked it up and stared at Malcolm. "'The Interpretation of Dreams'?!"
"I don't fucking know!" Malcolm yelped. "Annabeth, I'm scared!"
"You're my age, Malcolm. Surely you know something about flirting."
Malcolm glared at me. "You're older than me, jackass. Shouldn't you know more about flirting?"
"I don't know anything about romance!"
Malcolm's face lit up. "Go talk to Silena!"
I stared at him. "I'm sorry?"
"Her mom is the love goddess," Malcolm continued. "Silena clearly knows a thing or two about flirting. Half the people at camp have a crush on her. Maybe she can give you... I dunno, a lesson in flirting or something like that."
I considered that. It was true, Silena was probably the best at flirting in all of Camp Half-Blood. I just never really talked to her. I don't have anything against her- she's really the sweetest girl I know- but we don't really have anything in common. She's into a beauty routine and always looks good. I wash my hair with bar soap (if I even wash it, which I don't most of the time) and I typically look like I took three adderall and a shot of heroin. She's really nice and polite to everyone, and I try to ignore most people because I get scared of them, which makes people think I'm a bitch. And, of course, she's a total flirt (which isn't a bad thing). I think the closest I ever got to flirting was giving Luke a flower when I was like, eight.
Suck it up. "Good idea, Malcolm. I'll be back."
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νεκρός || Annabeth Chase x Fem!OC
Fanfiction"I'm sorry that I hurt you It's something I must live with everyday And all the pain I put you through I wish that I could take it all away And be the one who catches all your tears That's why I need you to hear I've found a reason for me To change...
