You're beautiful. Percabeth.

You're beautiful

PERCY JACKSON, UNFORTUNATLY, DOES NOT BELONG TO ME. IT BELONGS TOVRICK RIORDEN, THE GREAT MAN WHO CAME UP WITH PERCY JACKSON.

oh, her eyes, her eyes, make the stars look like their not shining.

I stared into those gorgeous stormy grey eyes that you could just loose your self into. I always knew how she was feeling. It would be calm when she was happy, raging when she was angry and wet when she was sad.

Her hair, het hair, falls perfectly without her trying.

Her beautiful blonde curls were spread out across her shoulders; giving a lemony smell that I had come to love.

She's so beautiful, and I tell her everyday.

"You're so beautiful, Wise Girl," She simply blushed and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

I know, I know, when I compliant her, she won't belive me.

It's so, it's so, sad she doesn't ses what I see.

"No I'm not, Percy!" She buried her head back into her book; her face pink.

And when she asks me, do I look okay? I say...

"Percy?" She finally said. I looked up.

"Yeah?"

"Do I really look pretty?" I luaghed at her question.

When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change. Cus girl you're amazing, just the way you are.

"You are the most beautiful person I have ever met. You're prettier than all the Aphrodite girls put together. You look like a goddess, Wise Girl."

And when you smile, the world stops and stares for a while. Cus your amazing, just the way you are.

She smiled: it was beautiful.

I picked her up. She squealed in protest but made no attempt to run. I carried her to the beach, stopping to kiss every now and then.

She was my girl

My Annabeth.