-Annabeth-

Then just as immediately as it had started, it suddenly stopped and there lay a pretty-much-alive Percy.

He seemed confused, "What-"

"You drank the wrong blood," I said, shaking in relief, "You drank the wrong blood you stupid Seaweed Brain!"

"I... I did?"

"Why would you do that?" I exclaimed, suddenly angry, "Why would you drink gorgon blood?"

"Oh you know, so I could heal my broken heart," he muttered sarcastically.

He started reaching for the second vial but I immediately kicked it into the lake, accidentally (not) kicking his hand.

"Ow," he hissed, grabbing his hand, "You didn't need to kick my hand."

"Stop it," I exclaimed which slowly started to decrease, "Just...don't do that again."

His eyes were so broken and filled with pain, I won't be surprised if mines were too. I hadn't realized that I was already crying when I felt two warm familiar arms around me.

"I'm sorry," I heard him say as I cried into his chest. Did I mention that I hate crying?

I then began to calm down as I replied, "I'm sorry too."

After a long comfortable silence of watching the ripples of the lake, Percy let out a small chuckle, "I guess it won't be the last time i'll be seeing this camp. Thanks to you, Wise Girl."

"You're not getting away from me that easily, Seaweed Brain."

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Guess where that last quote from Annabeth came from?

Anyways, that wraps up this Percabeth story. This is kind of like a warm-up story before I start to write the bigger stories of the Percy Jackson fan fictions I have in mind.

Well, I hope you enjoyed this story. If you didn't then well... sorry about that. Anyways, thanks for reading!