Drown with me || Percabeth AU

Chapter 8

The day was overcast and rainy. Which sucked I needed to get into town. But I decided that I would never make it in the rain so I was gonna go and walk along the road.

I have been exploring the surrounding beach for over a week now and it has been getting boring so I'm gonna spice it up walk along a different place.

Not many cars drove past. It was so green and fresh. Walking along the road let me think about lots more. I have been fuelling this one idea for a statue.

Woo woop

I nearly jumped out of my skin. Something was making a woop woop sound. Weird okay, maybe I'm going crazy.

Woop woop

Okay I'm not going crazy. I searched the grown around the road. My eyes fixed on a small white thing in some long grass.

I peaked over the gras to se what looked like a ball of cotton with a round plate on the front.

Woop woppp

It was some form of small owl, owl baby, owl chick, it's and owlet. It must have fallen from its nest of been hit by a car.

I reached down to touch it, but it jumped away from me. I took off my jacket and placed it over the little owl and then picked it up.

My jacket made a muffled woop woop sound but nothing else.

I have no idea what to do with this bird.

Of course since I have the luck of a sidewalk crack that has been stepped on, it started to rain.

Shhheeettt I though as the water started to deep into my clothing. I was going to start to run home when I heard a rumbling noise.

A motorbike pulled up next to me.

My heart did a small jumpstart. A very handsome boy turned to me and with all the lust of a romantic comedy he said.

"Why are you holding your jacket, it's raining".

"Storm surfing guy it's you" I remembered and then pointed at him.

"Strange midnight beach girl it's you" he pointed back at me.

"I wasn't the one who was surfing at midnight in a storm, why are calling me weird".

"You are holding your jacket in a rainstorm, who are you to call me weird". He smirked back at me.

He has sparkling green eyes and wavy black hair that was wet from the rain.

"I'm not choosing to hold my jacket like this, I found an owlet that has been injured".

"What's an owlet" he asked, he had a slight New York accent. "It's like a baby owl".

"Oh so can give you and your baby owl a ride"

My heart skipped another bet.

"Yeah that would be really nice".

And despite all my mother has even told me, I got onto the bike with a sorta stranger.