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The Golden Trio

The Golden Trio

Percy was on a date with Annabeth when they got the message.

“Shut up, Percy!” Annabeth giggled, shoving him. “I was not!”

“Oh, you totally were!” Percy said, laughing.

“Was not!”

“Jason agrees with me.”

“He sides with you on everything!”

“Except on who has a better girlfriend.” he said under his breath, taking a sip of his blue Powerade. Annabeth slapped him upside the head, making him spill his drink all over himself. They exploded with laughter, filling the restaurant with their voices.

They sat at a square table, sitting next to each other. They saw couples sit across from each other all the time, but they preferred to be close. Not just for the sense of affection, but also a sense of protection. They had been fighting monsters from the pits of Tartarus since they were young kids: Percy 12 and Annabeth seven. Just recently, they had been dragged into Tartarus by Aracne, the girl form Ancient Greece who was turned into a spider by Athena. Percy had slayed her on sight, scaring Annabeth to death by his reflexes. A millisecond later, she would have been dead. It also gave her comfort, though, because she knew he was going to protect her, even with his life.

She would do the same, of course. They would both protect each other until their last breath. That's what made them such a strong couple: their complete faith in each other. Percy could count on Annabeth to have his back in battle, just as much as he would have her back. This bond was formed throughout their early childhood years, and especially when they fought Kronos in New York. Annabeth had saved Percy's life by taking a knife to the arm that would have hit Percy's Achille's heel, and therefore killed him.

As they sat laughing and remembering everything they had done together, a waiter walked up to them. Annabeth looked up as he approached them. He had black hair, pale blue eyes, and a very fit appearance.

Not like Percy. Annabeth thought to herself. The waiter's jaw clenched a little, as if he could read her thoughts. Which was a ridiculous though, but if he could, he didn't say anything about it.

“Can I get you two anything else?” he asked nicely, smiling at them. He even sounded genuinely kind, which no jealous man looking like that would ever do. Annabeth had learned that over the years with demigods, dead and alive. But, like she thought earlier, it was impossible.

“Yea, do you happen to have blueberry cheesecake?” Percy asked, stiffing a laugh. “If so, we'll take two slices.”

“Of course, sir.” he said, jotting it down.

“And would it much trouble,” Percy continued, a bit awkwardly, “if you could dye the cheesecake blue?”

Annabeth held in a laugh at the waiter's expression of confusion. “An odd request, but I'll see what I can do.” he smiled. “One moment, please.”

As he walked away, Percy shoved Annabeth, who cracked up. “Really, Annabeth?”

“I'm not the one who constantly needs to have his food blue!”

“Yea, well, you don't have to laugh every time I do!”

“Actually, I do. It's kind of hilarious.” she said, and they both laughed. His mom had married this guy name Gabe Ugliano, who said there was no such thing as blue food. So his mom had made it her purpose to prove him wrong, constantly making and buying blue food. It didn't matter anymore, since they had turned him to stone with Medusa's head, but Percy still had a preference of blue food.