oliveowl109

Percy POV I woke up to the sound of waves crashing, but what woke me up was that wave crashing down on me. I was more grateful than ever for my uncanny ability to stay dry. However, when I looked over at Annabeth lying next to me in the sand, drenched and shivering, coughing up seawater, and glaring at me, I was sad that she didn't have the same power. She sat up and hugged her legs to her chest, pulling her damp, blonde curls into a ponytail. She hadn't even brushed it, and sand covered some strands, but it was still the most beautiful hair I had ever seen. "P-Percy—" she stammered, shaking from the cold. "Um... yes?" I answered,

 She walked in slowly, drinking in the peculiar view quickly. Hidden astonishment surfaced, you could see it in her brown eyes. She could mask so many feelings, but surprise was definitely the hardest for her. Calmly she swept her black hair behind her ear with a soft, fast movement of her hand. Plucking a strip of paper out of her pocket, she gazed at it with a small amount of confusion, and slipped it back in. She started up the cobblestone street, turning her head slightly whenever something caught her eye. He walked out quickly, drinking in the familiar view slowly. A rare, genuine smile pulled at his mouth. The cold air bit at his fac