and the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now
𝖎𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 two forbidden kids
find solace within each other,
despite their father's wishes.
[ percy jackson x oc ]
[ percy jackson & the olympians ]
[ the lightning thief - the last olympian ]...
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The Friday before winter break, Percy's mom packed him an overnight bag and a few deadly weapons. You know, just a normal day for a demigod.
Thalia and Annabeth stood outside of Percy's apartment. Grover had contacted them in need of assistance with new half-bloods. Cooper was at a different school–somewhere off in Virginia–trying to recruit some kids.
Bronte, despite the chill running down her spine from the cold winds, hummed a song in her head and danced as the snow fell onto her head. She had a childlike smile plastered on her face, the snow bringing out the innocence she needed to forget about all that had happened in her life.
Percy approached Thalia and Annabeth, though his eyes never left his blonde friend. "What's she doing?" he asked, his brows furrowed in curiosity.
"Well hello to you too," Annabeth murmured, eyeing Percy up and down. She could already see the way his eyes lit up when he saw Bronte and knew that there was something going on between them.
Thalia sighed with her arms crossed over her chest. She turned slightly to see Bronte humming "Let It Go" from the movie Frozen and rolled her eyes. "Who knows? She keeps thinking that icicles are gonna appear from her hand, but all she can summon is electricity."
Percy laughed breathlessly. "I feel like she sometimes forgets who her father is," he said.
"I wish I could forget who my father is," Thalia muttered to herself, but they both heard her. They were all thinking it. Forgetting your godly side sounded amazing, but they knew that the gods would never leave them alone.
Soon enough, the four piled into the car. Percy was forced to sit in the front with his mother, while the girls sat in the back. Bronte was shoved in the middle, but that was only because Annabeth beat her to the window.
The entire time, Thalia and Annabeth talked to each other, leaning in front of Bronte. The blonde had to push her back against the chair and hope that she wasn't in the way. There were a few moments where Bronte tried to include herself in the conversation, but that just caused her to get pushed back further.
Bronte hated feeling alone. She had a great friend and her half-sister sitting on either side of her, yet she still felt invisible. Maybe she was just thinking about it too much. Annabeth deserved some time to catch up with Thalia, she shouldn't ruin that for her.
So then why did she feel like she was losing a friend?
It was an eight-hour drive from New York to Bar Harbor, Maine. Sleet and snow pounded the highway. Between the blizzard and the thought of what they were about to do, the demigods were too nervous to talk much.
Except for Percy's mom. She talks more when she's nervous.
Bronte didn't, but Sally talked to her through the rearview mirror, their eyes meeting from time to time. She'd told Bronte every embarrassing baby story there was to tell about Percy. He groaned, wishing he could jump out of the car to hide from embarrassment.
