MIRELA ➪ PERCABETH

See You Sooner Than Later

She was fine with being alone.

She kind of liked it actually. She liked the calmness that came with the silence that frequently surrounded her. Whether it be at home, at school, or at the library, she welcomed silence like an old time friend.

But sometimes she'd lose herself in the thought of having a real friendship. One with a living, breathing person who would enjoy her company. They would laugh together and share inside jokes. They'd watch movies, eat sweets, and go on wonderful inner city adventures together. They'd be a kind and loyal friend who would always be there for her to pick her up when she's feeling down. They'd be funny and make her laugh at a moments notice. But most of all, they'd be trustworthy. Someone who she can guarantee will always have her back and she can tell absolutely anything to.

Okay, so maybe she's thought about it more than she cares to admit.

But for a girl who's own mother avoids her like the plague, she thinks she has the right to at least dream about the possibility.

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She was sitting in the library when it happened.

She was reading a book named, Greek Mythology: Famous Myths, in a comfy chair near the corner of the large room. She sat beside the window so she would get more lighting when suddenly a shadow loomed over her, blocking her natural light.

She figured it was just another snotty girl about to tell her that she's sitting in her spot, so she was quickly about to mumble an apology when she nearly choked on her saliva.

A stunning boy looked at her, a soft smile gracing his handsome face. His messy black hair stood out in all directions, like it couldn't decide which way worked best. His bright sea green eyes sparkled with mischief and curiosity, and his skin looked so tan and smooth he almost didn't seem real. Not to mention the light that shined behind his head just added to his angelic features.

She had to pinch herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

He seemed to catch the action, making his soft smile spread to a wide grin.

Sweet Jesus, even his freaking teeth are perfect.

"Hi," he greeted, his voice silky and deep.

Her shyness immediately kicked in. "Um, hi?"

"What's your name?"

"Annabeth." She waited a beat before she asked, "Yours?"

He looked down at the book she was reading, then to her eyes and answered, "Perseus."

She frowned and glanced at the page she was on. The title read, Perseus defeats Medusa. "Like the Greek hero?"

He grinned again, showing a dimple this time. "Exactly. But you can call me Percy."

She blushed as he sat beside her. Damn it, could she be any more obvious?

He draped an arm over her chair. "So Annabeth, I have a proposition for you."

"What is it?" she asked warily.

"Well, I'm kind of lacking a best friend at the current moment, so I was wondering if you'd like to fill in the role."

Uncertainty and skepticism flared inside of her at the word friend. "Did someone set you up to this?"

His eyebrows furrowed. "No, Annabeth. Of course not. This offer comes from the genuine place that is my heart."