Spotlight - A Percabeth Fanfiction

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Percy's POV:

I didn't know what I expected. I barely even knew the girl. As soon as we got here, she just got her purse and left. Like any normal person. Something in me was disappointed. Gods of Olympus, Percy, you didn't even know each other for a month, yet.

I sighed and got up. I checked my phone. Was the scandal over? 32,743 new results for #percabeth today. No, I guess not. I chucked my phone across the bed and sighed. Something was bothering me and I didn't know what it was.

My phone started ringing: Rachel. Rachel is nice and all, but I'm kind of tired. I'm also WAY too tired to respond to her calls. I'll just let it ring. I waited for her to stop calling, and for what seemed like the 15th call, she did.

I stared at the ceiling, and for what seemed like forever, sleep had finally decided to give me a taste. Like every other night, I had dark nightmares, something to creep into my sense of security and completely eradicate it.

I woke up in a break of cold sweat on my forehead and back. My face was completely tear-stained, my eyes were swollen, it didn't surprise meat all. I had always woken up in the least welcoming way possible.

I wonder if Annabeth feels like this too. She looked like she was hiding something. I snapped myself out of my thoughts. My cheeks warmed and I realized I was blushing. How was it that the first thing I think of is her?

I guess friends just worry for one another. At least I hope we're friends. I pull my phone out, and I somehow just skipped dinner altogether, and slept till morning. I sighed in exasperation. I'm exhausted, and I needed to have fun, for once. 

Suddenly, it was like a light bulb lit up in my head. I ran to a cabinet and dug around till I found it. A leather notebook with a trident on it. I looked at the used pages and flipped through them. This notebook was old, and when I say old, I mean old. I,ve had this since I was 8, and it was like my diary. I can vaguely remember 10 year old me crying while writing on the notebook.

I smile to myself. It feels like the past is holding me hostage and this was my escape, I don't exactly why I ever stopped writing. I rumage in the cabinet for a pen and I feel my hands wrap around the familiar, thin body of a pen.

Dear me,

I remember the stars and the moon on my fifteenth birthday. The day I met Jason. His mom and my mom used to be friends. He lived with us till he could get a new home. And Thalia, too. His mom wasn't happy, so she did it. She just left them. And I remember Jason was sad, and he cried every night. He would sit on the stairs and sing a lullaby, and he would sing himself to sleep. I told him that he could talk to me, and he was mad at me for a while. He told me that he didn't need my pity, but he knew that I just wanted to help. Now, we're best friends. I know he still misses his mom, but he's always so nice to everyone. I wonder if he ever misses his dad like I do.

Love, Percy.