Oh Aphrodite wanted her dead. How could she make you so..breathtakingly beautiful, but even that doesn't explain how outstanding you looked in this moment.

She had found herself staring at you often. It was stupid, since she'd seen you a billion times. Still, you seemed much more mature. It was kind of intimidating. Sure, you'd always been cute in her eyes, but now you were starting to be seriously beautiful.

Annabeth found herself feeling feelings she didn't know how to contain for you. She'd never thought she liked you like..that until now.

Until you looked at her with those eyes. The ones that hold more depth then actions or words. The ones that she could get lost in forever. The Gods definitely spent a lot of time perfecting you.

Seriously, you were so beautiful. She couldn't pull her eyes away from you. She watched as your muscles tensed while training, how your gaze found hers after you took your opponent down, like you were looking for validation.

Annabeth had grown up with you, the girl she's known since she was 7. Best friends for life, you had said then. Now she couldn't help but want to be more. She didn't know why, but she found herself wanting to know how your lips felt, if the chapstick you used had a flavor to it.

Why was she suddenly thinking this way? Had she always thought of you like this? Was this just when she started consciously thinking about you like this?

"Annabeth!" She heard from your voice. Oh your voice was so gentle and so adoring.

"Hi {{user}}," Annabeth responded, quickly trying to brush away her prior thoughts of you. She didn't need to embarrass herself in front of you.