The second best under water kiss of all time

Annabeth wakes up

I'm POV: Annabeth Chase 

 I open my eyes to see a cute boy with dark messy brown hair and sea green eyes he looks tired like he's been sitting there waiting for me to wake up for a while but he still manages to give my a weak smile clearly happy I've woken up. 

"You drool in your sleep you know."the boy says in a teasing tone like I should get it but all I can do is look at him lost. I feel bad like I know I should remember him but I don't and believe me when I say this because why would I pretend to not remember a cute boy who is flirting  with me. 

"Are you feeling ok?" He asks looking a little hurt and worried for the confused looks I've been giving him. I really want to tell that I totally know him and not hurt him but I would just run into problems later besides his help would probably be useful to get me to remember who I am and what the hell is going on.

"I think so, I, I I don't know." I feel stupid immediately after knowing that I should have been able to come up with a better response then that. Which makes me angry that the only thing my annoying brain can remember is that I am smart and not years worth of memories.

"Well I'm just glad you're awake" he leans in to kiss me but I automatically tense up and lean away leaving him concerned and me feeling embarrassed, I mean the way he just leaned into kiss me like that so naturally like he had done it hundreds of times. It made it clear that we had kissed before so why could I not remember?

"I am so sorry, I should have told right away after I woke up but I was feeling so lost" I try my best to hold back my tears after all why was it so hard to tell this person that I don't know, that I've lost all my memory. " I don't who you are...... or who I am or where we are or what's happening." I wince at my words waiting to see his reaction. At first he just stared at me blankly not wanting it to be true. But he couldn't convince himself for long and soon the realization hit him and his anger rose.

"WHY, WHY DO YOU PUT US THROUGH THIS" he yells shaking his fist at the roof like he was mad at it. I look up wondering who he could possibly be mad at but there was nothing up there other than cob webs.

"Listen, I'm sorry if"but he cuts me off before I can finish my sentence.

"No Annabeth don't apologize it's not your fault."he interjects, his eyes are tearing up now and his face looks solemn and worn down showing the time he spent waiting for me to wake up.

"Annabeth." I pause, logically I know it's my name after all it's what he called me yet it doesn't feel right like I'm stealing someone else's identity, living someone else's life "is.....that my name?" He's crying now the tears streaming down his cheeks and his breathing is shaky. He looks at me and shakes his head sadly, his eyes are the sea during a storm, troubled and choppy but not violent, not at the moment.

"I just can't handle this right now" he gives me one last look his eyes now puffy from crying before he turns away and leaves the room. I listen to his sobs as the slowly get fainter until he is to far away. I look around myself and realize I'm truly alone which should have felt peaceful after what had just happened but instead I just feel well alone, I don't even know the name of the person I know best who I just met. I sigh and wonder what this Annabeth girl was like and if I'll be anything like her.

POV: Percy Jackson 

     I walk out to the dock and sit at the edge watching as the waves lap up against it trying to pretend I hadn't just had my heart ripped out and stomped all over by the gods but I knew that I want going to help myself by ignoring the painful truth. I sat there and let the tears come again. 

        I start crying slowly at first but as the hours go by I begin to ball my eyes out. I can almost feel the other campers watching me and wondering what's wrong with me but none of them say anything, like they are worried that I'll hurt them but it just leaves me feeling lonely.

      The day goes by and I'm still sitting on the dock crying the last tears left for me to possibly cry.  I look out at the ocean and watch the way the stars glitter on the surface of the ocean. I can hear the harpies in the distance searching for campers out of their cabins but they don't come down this far after the incident with me at the dock when they interrupted my thinking time, well let's just say not many of the harpies that were there are no longer alive to tell the tale of what happened. I listen to the waves on the beach shore and close my eyes and take a dead breath of salty ocean air finally ready to ask the question I had come to the docks to ask.

"Why Dad, why"