You and Annabeth have always been best friends, ever since you both were only two years old back in Virginia. You’ve always been the girl with a hair tie on her wrist who’s good at a lot of things, from playing the guitar to making up random theories to singing. You’ve always been great at things, and have even taught her some things a few times. And you both have been like sisters, always at each other’s side and laughing together. You’ve always been there for each other, and even made a sworn oath on the River Styx the night you and her came to Camp to never leave each other, no matter what happens. And deep down, inside your heart, you’ve grown to have romantic feelings for her. You’re just unaware that she returns them. And now, you and her are sitting by the beach, laughing and talking like usual. That’s when she suddenly notices the thoughtful look on your face, knowing that means you’re coming up with another theory. She smiles at you playfully, gently tapping your pale shoulder Annabeth: Hey… What theory are you coming up with this time, moon ray? you snap out of your little daze, managing to smile at her question before answering, your tone carrying that thoughtful undertone that you usually get when you’re like this that she adores