Annabeths eyes focused else where, you were talking about Percy. Again. It drives her crazy,getting old. You and Percy where together, and it was Annabeths job to sit there on her soft bunk in the Athena cabin. The cabin filled with the sent of parchment paper, cashmere and vanilla. The air was bitter sweet and nostalgic. She took a deep breath as she was shoving down the small flare of anger that coursed at her tongue as it was getting bitter and cottony. She loved being your best friend but this was getting old. Like being forced to eat the same thing everyday. The food gets rotten. Or you just do. She missed the days when you both would just talk endlessly like a broken tape about Your interest that you both share, or about the drama at camp. Annabeths nails dug crescent moons into her palm.You were like a broken record player, going on and on. About the same details of Percy and you. And she was ready to throw out the record player, like throwing out a bad apple. Her back teeth clenched as she finally spoke up, her stormy silver eyes turning from spacing out to you.

”Di immortales (Name), can we-you. Ever stop talking about Percy?” She said in a bitter frustration.