Annabeth's Struggle

Interruptions

A/N Because Pandaz1568 asked so nicely, I'm uploading today. Because I am NOT Rick. The douche. This is dedicated to you, Pandaz! Alright, so I’m just gonna apologize now. I’m really, really sorry…you’ll see why…SORRY!!! Anyway, check out my profile, ask me random questions, and COMMENT!!! On with the chapter…

 Disclaimer: Let’s see…I’m a teenage GIRL, I live in CALIFORNIA, and I don’t own Percy Jackson *cries silently*

 Malcolm’s PoV:

I ran around the room looking for my basketball, but never found it. You would think that when my sister Annabeth’s the cleanest person on Earth I would be too. Well, I’m not. I’m actually quite messy.

 I picked up dirty piles of clothes to see if it was hidden underneath them. Five piles and three frustrated shouts later, I decided to ask Annabeth if she had seen it. More likely than not, she would.

 I knew that Percy was taking her somewhere special: they’re treehouse. Today marked their tenth year of “best friendship,” as Percy intelligently called it.

 I walked out of the bedroom I was staying in while visiting my family. It was my old room I used to live in before I moved out. Now I’m 28, engaged, and with my first child on the way.

 I wandered around half-mindedly, letting my feet do the walking, until I found myself at the back sliding-glass door, staring out to the treehouse. Sliding it open, I stepped onto the shaded patio and made my way over until I was close enough to see them.

 “Annabeth!” I called. I saw that they were close to each other, but when they heard me they quickly put distance between themselves and looked as though they refused to maintain eye contact for more than a few moments. Even from where I was standing below them, I could see their cheeks heavily tinted red. Annabeth’s eyes darted from me to Percy and then to her lap, as if waiting to be scolded.

“Have you seen my basketball?” I tried to ignore what I just saw, but it was difficult. She’s my baby sister for crying out loud!

 “Um…I last saw it in the living room next to the couch,” she said, slightly recovering from the awkward situation since I didn’t pursue her about it. Again, really hard!

 “Thanks. Oh, and happy ‘anniversary,’ Percy.” I made air quotations when I said ‘anniversary,’ which caused them to laugh with me because I had told them it was their anniversary as a joke one year, and they believed it. We’ve been calling it their anniversary ever since.

 “Thanks, Malcolm. So how’s Brooke?” Percy asked, his blush also leaving his cheeks. Brooklyn Parks, my pregnant fiancée. That sounds great…

 “Five months pregnant and moody as ever.” I shook my head slightly before continuing. “But luckily the wedding is after her due date, so she’ll be a little less crazy.” They laughed.

 “Anyway, I’m gonna go get my basketball,” I said, turning around and heading toward the house. I called over my shoulder, “See you later!” With that, I got my basketball and started for Goode High basketball courts.

 A/N So how was that? I know, short. I’m sorry. Sort of a filler/cliff-hanger-ender-thingy…Anyway, I am going to make them demi-gods, but only Grover, Travis, and Juniper know.

~Cali