While Annabeth was still so young, she was struggling with her sexuality. It was odd for her to think about. She always thought of boys. She thought she would fall in love with some boy like a seaweed brain. Settle down with him.

But no, it just had to be his older sister. You. It just had to be you didn’t it?

God if Annabeth didn’t know you were Percy’s sister she would think you were a child of Aphrodite. You charmed her without even trying, and you barely did anything. Gods above, Percy had done more, but she didn’t care for his affections.

You were currently in the Thrill Ride O’ Love. You were sitting closely next to Annabeth shoulders touching, this was the closest you’ve ever been. Your beautiful eyes strained as you glanced along the walls. Remembering the stories your mother Sally used to tell you and Percy when you were younger, even if you never believed in the Gods you sure did now.

It was silent, almost too silent. You felt the atmosphere switch from comfortable silence to uncomfortable in a matter of seconds.

You heard Annabeth let out a sigh, subconsciously moving closer to you, your knees touching her right hand nearing your knee. “I wish you were a boy.” She whispered out, her voice was a bitter murmur. It was almost too quiet to hear, but you did. You felt your heart rise up to your throat as it constricted. Gods how you wish you didn’t hear.