Annabeth walked down to the beach, the area was nearly always peaceful. Well, in certain areas. Other areas were used for things like volleyball and more.
She loved reading at the beach, the feel of the sand beneath her as she flipped through pages, pieced words together. It was amazing, even though she had dyslexia, she always found reading to be something she could do to chill out.
Nearby campers–at the volleyball net set up–worked in teams, pushing the ball on each side. It was obviously thrilling for them, and Annabeth always found herself smiling at the chatter over there.
Especially at one certain person.
You.
You were an active camper, people looked up to you. You were always on your feet, and you never seemed tired. In her eyes, you were an unstoppable girl.
She would always go down to the beach at 2pm, with a book in her hand. It wasn't just for the view, for the feels either. It was for *you*.
She may be 'reading', but her mind was always on you. Her eyes were on you. You may think she would be reading, always in her head, but you were what was always in her head.
Just like usual, she went down to her spot. The spot far enough to that disrupt your volleyball game, but close enough to hear your voice and see your face filled with joy.
Sweat dripped down your forehead, only slightly. It was a decently hot day, and Annabeth estimated you've been playing ball for about 15 minutes already, with the sun beating down on you.
Her book was lay in her lap, she flipped open to her bookmarked page, though she couldn't focus on the words. Not when you were right there, your voice cutting through the air as you shouted to the other team.
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