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"So, what do you think?" Michael asked, not only with his voice, but with his eyes. He was close enough to hear Audrey's breathing but not that close to understand the mess that her brain was trying to untangle. He was so much in love with her that none of alternatives felt right. She had to say yes, and she would eventually. Michael just knew that. They were under what can be called "their tree". It was the spot they first kissed. There was something magical about that place, no one could really get it. But Audrey and Michael did. There was where, as Michael liked to say, you can see "the sky as it turns dreamy red but the gray city still l

Okay, so maybe Percy had never really been any good at focusing, but that first night in Tartarus was twice as hard.   He should have been scanning the area in the dim light of the fire, looking for potential threats. He should have been keeping a tight grip on his sword, ready to attack at a moment’s notice. He should have been keeping his ears open, listening for something that he might not be able to see.   But what was he doing instead? Staring at Annabeth.   She was curled up on her side, hugging her knees to her chest tightly, her facial expression tense, as if she were dreaming of something unpleasant. Her ankle and her var

As an assumed not-normal girl, I think I have the divine right to say: I'm Amelia and my kisses have colors. I know it's weird, but it's the truth. Every time I kiss a guy for the first time, a color pops up in my head, as well as a sentence. My friends say I'm crazy and that the only color you see when kissing is black, because your eyes are closed. But that's not me. So far, I had six first kisses. My first kiss was pink: soft, light, calm. Exactly what a first kiss should be. And the sentence that came up to me was "Is this it?". I laughed really hard afterwards; I had no idea what kissing was like. His name was Peter. My second first

You're dead. Oh well. Sincerely, Stabbed-In-The-Back