A/N: Hello, fangirls! I'm co-writing this story with my sister (who forgot her username). So, credit goes to her and me. The entire story will be in Percy's POV. Enjoy!
I'm so happy that everything has been alright for a change. No monsters, no quests. Just me and Annabeth. She moved in with me, despite the fact that we're just dating. That's okay, though. We're pretty much in love with each other.
Life has been pretty quiet without any distractions. But you know what? That's the way I like it. We live in a little in a small apartment in Greenwich Village, where we spend our days walking in the park and talking about anything that comes to mind. Washington Square is our favorite, and we often sit by the Tuckahoe arch. Sometimes a graduate of New York University plays the piano there, which always sets the mood.
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"Percy!" Annabeth calls. I approach her from behind and wrap my arms around her waist.
"What, wise girl?"
"We need to talk."
"About what?"
"About us, seaweed brain."
"Okay...what's up?"
"So we've determined that as long as we stay the way we are, we're going to get married."
"Yeah. So what's your question?"
"So do you want to stay here or leave?" She gives me a look that I know so well. After knowing a girl for ten years, she becomes very predictable.
The question makes me think. Do I want to stay here, where I grew up and went to private school? Or do I want to leave behind all of those memories in search of a new beginning? I realize that I don't know what I want. The only thing I know is that I want to be with Annabeth, but that will happen regardless of what happens.
"Do you even know what you want?" Annabeth raises her eyebrow. I find a sudden interest in the carpet on the floor.
"Not particularly..." My voice trails off and I know I sound weak. But at least I'm acknowledging that I have no clue.
"Didn't think so." She crosses her arms. "Well, I don't want to stay here. I mean...I will, but if we get married-"
"When we get married," I correct her.
"Right. When we get married, I don't want to stay in the city." I sigh. Suburbia. I understand what she means, though. I don't really want to raise my kids here, either. I want some extra room, too. Maybe even a pool in the backyard!
No, a pool probably wouldn't be the greatest idea.
"I'm going for a walk. See you later." I walk out the door and softly hum. My mind wanders as I leave the stuffy apartment for crowded streets.
My cell phone rings, and I know it's Annabeth. I've been walking for four hours, and haven't done anything. It's just been aimless walking.
But it isn't Annabeth.
"Hi, Mr. Jackson. This is Mrs. Miller. I work at Columbia University Medical Center. I called to inform you that Annabeth Chase has been hospitalized."