[No longer being updated] "How well do you really know me, Katelyn?" I ask her. She dosen't look like her, though. She looks like... me. Like as if I was looking into a mirror, talking to myself. But I know, that's really Katelyn. Unlike everyone else, who think that she's me. They think I'm her...
[A/N] This is a very old story, I wrote it in like the 6th grade, and it's not very good writing-wise, so if bad structure and stuff triggers you...well, I warned you. If not, well, enjoy the cringe!
"Do you want to be my friend or not?" Annabeth repeated. Her grey eyes were like a storm and Percy found himself nodding without even thinking about it clearly.
"Yeah. Okay, I'll be your friend." Percy decided and nodded again to reaffirm it. Annabeth was a little scary but she had helped him when no one else had.
"Good."
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Percy and Annabeth as mortals, and becoming best friends and slowly loving each other