Unplanned

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Unplanned

So this is gonna be a long oneshot I'm doing. Just an idea that popped into my head. As you probably saw in the description, this is a teen pregnancy Pertemis story. It's a mortal high school AU. I won't be touching on much backstory, just piece together what you can from the story itself. I decided to do it in third person POV, because it feels easier to write from two people's perspective with no one's perspective. Thanks for reading, guys.

Unplanned

Artemis' eyes brimmed with tears as she weakly held the small ivory white stick in her hands. Her whole body shook, and she felt as if she was about to collapse right then and there. The bones in her legs suddenly became extremely brittle, and she backed up into the toilet and had a seat.

A whole lifetime of memories flashed through her mind, as if she was on the verge of death. From opening presents on the first Christmas morning she could remember all the way to the Burger King she'd had for dinner yesterday. She felt like her life was over. It was all over.

While her sight was still active, she reached over onto her bathroom counter. As she picked up her phone, she had to put down the stick and grasp it with two hands, lest she might drop it.

Breathing deeply, Artemis navigated her way through her phone into her contacts, and then clicked on one specifically. Percy.

She wiped the tears that were starting to cloud her vision, and quickly texted her boyfriend of two years as short and simple as she could. Can you come over? She waited with bated breath for the reply, which thankfully came less than a minute later. Why?

Artemis felt like screaming, though she wasn't really mad at him. Just come. She messaged. The auburn-haired teen hesitated for a moment, before elaborating so he'd hurry up. I need you. It's important. She clarified, hoping he didn't take it as a cliche 'my parents aren't home, come over so we can have sex'. True, her parents weren't home, but she did not feel in the mood for sex.

The front door was unlocked, since her brothers were downstairs watching TV, so she figured Percy would make his way up to her room. Gathering herself for one final push, she picked herself up from the porcelain throne and trudged barefoot out of her bathroom and into her bedroom. She sat herself down on the bed and moved up against the pillows for comfort.

From that point on, she didn't bother holding back the tears, nor did she sob. She just let them roll down her face as she waited for her boyfriend to arrive.

Fifteen minutes later, she heard the faint sound of a vehicle pulling up into their driveway, which she assumed to be Percy's cobalt blue pickup truck. Artemis felt so pathetic at this point. She was reduced to a mess of tears, clutching a teddy bear she hadn't slept with since she was six years old close to her chest.

A minute later, after hearing some talking downstairs, the door to her room was gently opened, and Percy poked his head in. His signature lop-sided grin faltered, however, as he saw her and the state she was in. He entered the room, quietly shutting the door behind him, before sitting on the side of the bed and looking down at her sympathetically.

"Hey, Moonbeam. What's wrong?" He asked softly, reaching over and stroking a strand of hair out of her eyes. She suddenly launched herself up at him, ensnaring her arms around his neck in a hug. He jolted back in shock, but then comfortingly hugged her as well, rubbing the small of her back.

Artemis sobbed into the confused man's shirt as he readjusted, moving so that he was leaning against the headboard of the bed. Artemis cuddled up against him, head buried into his chest.