It's Not Cinderella (percabeth)

Chapter ten

-----------Annabeths POV

I went strait up to my room after Susan basically said she thought I was gonna die.

Yay.

*facepalm*

Anyway. I pull out my book sack and start reading a book I got, Eleanor and Park. It's supposed to be really good.

.....

I look up from my book when I hear my phone buzz, indicating that someone texted me.

Seaweed brain: hey wyd

'Reading' I type quickly, going back to the book.

Seaweed brain: can I come over???

I look at the time. 9:30 pm.

Me: uh sure I guess.

Seaweed brain: adios:)

Okay. He's coming over then.

Oh great. I seriously hope Susan's okay with this...

I sigh, and flop onto my bed.

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After a few minutes of staring at the wall, I hear the doorbell ring.

I jump up and fly down the stairs, swinging the door open.

"Anna!" He picks me up and spins me around.

"Well," I look at him wide eyed, "looks like someone's happy."

A light blush seeps onto his cheeks.

"Oh yeah, sorry." He rubs the back of his neck. Rather cutely, might I say.

Clearing my throat, I say, "so you wanna go up to my room?"

He raises an eyebrow.

"Just cause Susan's in the living room so..." My sentence trails off.

"Yeah, sure." He grins. "Race you!" He takes off running up the stairs. I shake my head and run off after him.

...

"Not fair, you had a head start!" He whines.

"No! You started way before me!" I reply. I won, fair and square, but he's still complaining.

"Nun uh!"

"Whatever! I won so there's no reason to complain!"

"We'll you-" he stopped. The whole time we were bickering we had been gradually moving closer together, until now we were only an inch apart.

Obviously he just noticed, about two seconds after me.

I stare into his beautiful sea green eyes. I once heard that eyes are like a window into the soul. I guess so, because right now i can tell all of his emotions. Happiness, embarrassment, and something else I couldn't tell exactly what.

-----------Percy's POV

Annabeth's stormy grey eyes are staring straight into mine. Calculating, concentrating.

Beautiful.

I lean forward, just the tiniest bit. So does she.

I stay completely still for a moment, and then I can't take it anymore.

I've waited five years, I don't want to wait anymore.

-------------authors note

HAHAHAHAHA TORTURE