12. You What?
I couldn’t sleep. I was wandering around camp. The harpies wouldn’t kill me since I was going on a quest tomorrow. I sighed, wandering onto the beach. Even if I wasn’t a daughter of Poseidon, being around water calmed me. It reminded me of when I would go with my grandparents back home, before camp. I ran away was I was 8 and I met Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth. We came here together.
Suddenly, I felt another presence beside me. I pulled out an arrow and aimed it at the presence.
“Whoa! Gods Giselle watch where you’re pointing that thing!” I heard a familiar voice yell in surprise. Harry.
“Sorry Harry. I didn’t know it was you.” I said putting away my bow
I sighed, shifting my weight as Harry returned to my side.
“It’s beautiful.” I whispered
“Not as beautiful as you.”
I turned to face Harry, my eyes wide. I smiled weakly before it faded and I looked back at the sea.
“Thanks Harry. I’ve only been told that once before.”
“That surprises me.” He whispered “A beautiful girl like you should’ve been told she was beautiful at least a million times a day. Not just once love.”
“Harry what are you saying?” I asked
“Giselle” he turned to me, I could feel his hot breath on my cheeks and I could smell mint on him. “Giselle I love you.”
“You what?” I asked looking up into those green orbs that made me weak in the knees.
Instead of answering me, he pressed his lips to mine.
I didn’t feel fireworks. I felt bombs and nuclear explosions. And I loved it.