A MESSAGE FROM THE AUTHOR: I'm breaking my number one rule here. I promised my self that I wouldn't pitch a story if it was similar to something that's out there that's a one of a kind. And if I were to I would try and think of a completely different plot so I don't rip the writer off.
I PM'ed the author of the story though and the author refuses to turn this one shot into a story. But it was so good that it really deserves it. Just to make myself feel better I am putting my own spin on it so expect it to be way different but just figured id let people know so that I don't get the "Hey this is already a thing!" comments.
If you hate mine then read "My Name In Writing" It's guaranteed to be better then anything I could put together but I got the idea stuck in my head so here we go.
Chapter one: Young and Crazy
POV: Annabeth
I was watching yet another science documentary as they tried to explain the tattoos. The things have been on every human since the dawn Homo sapiens and yet they still had no idea how they work.
It's weird. They are these little black tattoo-ish rings that appear some where on every person. The ring will remain hollow until one of two circumstances. The first is a name will appear in the center of the ring. It is always the name of the person's true love. I'm not sure if I believe it but based on the way my friends are it's hard to deny.
Most of my friends have found their true loves or soul mates, as the common terminology says. I was with three of them when it happened. They would lock eyes with the person that would become their soul mate and they don't seem to notice anything.
My friend Piper's circle was on her wrist so I watched in fascination as "Jason Grace" Inked itself into her circle as she talked with the blond boy.
That leads me to the other thing that happens to some people's circles. Every now and then they have a black dot. The ring is just completely filled in. This means that either the person has no soul mate or that the soul mate has died. This had happened to my friend Rachel. As long as I've known here she has had this black dot on her left knee, which is always showing through her ripped jeans.
I thought the whole soul mate thing was just a lode of shit until my friends started to meat their soul mates. They seem to be hopelessly in love and I can't deny that they aren't perfect for their soul mates. It just baffles me, as well as every scientist on earth, that these circles can determine who we love.
My first friend, Thalia, met her soul mate, Luke, when we were in fifth grade. Then one by one my friends became hopelessly in love, one after another, until Rachel and me were the only ones left. I was in my junior year of high school and still hadn't found my soul mate and I was starting to despair.
It was rare but every now and then there came a story of a person that went their whole life without ever meeting their soul mate.
The day that I met him took me completely by surprise though.
I guess it started when I got into Thalia's car to go to school.
"Morning, Anni!" She shouted over the Greenday blasting off her sterio.
I just glared at her, being fed up with yelling at her for using the nickname.
Then to screw with her I changed her ratio station to Nash FM, knowing she was a punk rock person to the core and that the change to country would drive her crazy.
"…new album Sunshine and Whiskey." Came the Nash FM DJ over the speakers as the guitar started to play in the background. "Here's Young and Crazy."
"Really?" Thalia demanded. "You turn off Greenday for this shit?"
I just smirk at her.
"I happen to like this song." I chastised as the singer started to sing.
"One day I'll slow it way down, spend my weekends on a swing out on the wraparound.
Oh, but these days, I'm on a mission, to get these wild oats out of my system.
Yah I might stay out all night.
I gotta do a little wrong so I know what's right!"
At this part I started to sing along as Thalia winced because I can't sing for shit.
"I want a sit out on the porch tellin stories about my glo-r-y days as I'm pushin on eighty! How am I ever gona get to be old and wise if I ain't ever young and crazy?!"
I continued to jam out to the song as Thalia winsed every time I attempted a high note and shuddered at my low notes.
"For gods' sake just stop!" She shrieked half way through the song. "I won't call you Annie ever again, just please stop! Fuck water boarding, they should out law you singing!"
I laughed at the idea.
"Yah," I agreed. "They could walk into a cell and tell the terrorists 'Where's the bomb? Tell us or we're going to make you listen to Annabeth singing again!'."
We both laughed at the idea as Young and crazy continued to play on the radio. I loved this song. To me it was all about doing stupid shit so you could laugh about it later and say, yah I was there when that happened. Like the line in the song "…I gotta live a lota life, if I'm gona give good advice when I'm talking to my grand babies…" I don't want to get old and then find out that I really haven't lived.
Me and Thalia were feeling pretty good though as the song ended and the DJ started to talk again.
"And that was Young and Crazy fresh off of Percy Jackson's new album Sunshine and Whiskey..." he said as Thalia turned the channel back to her Punk rock.
(AN: I know the song is by Frankie Ballard but I needed to have him sing something!)
"Thanks for waiting for the song to be over." I told Thalia.
She just gave me a smirk.
"The last time I tried to shut off that song you left a welt on my arm." She laughed, though she wasn't joking.
I gave her a sweet smile as a joke.
"I can't guess where you would make that up?" I said as sarcasm oozed from my mouth.
We both laughed and enjoyed the rest of the ride to school.
School was boring that day. Literally nothing interesting happened until lunch, which we had last period.
"So what are you doing tonight?" Rachel asked me as she sat down in the chair across from me with a tray of what the school called "Food".
I shrugged.
"Home work." I answered. "Then maybe some CS:GO."
While I was one of few Counter Strike: Global Offensive players in the school, I still spent a lot of time on it. I mean, I'm a nerd! What do ya expect? Me t be smart and super athletic? I don't think so!
Rachel just smiled at me.
"No you're not." She said cheerily.
I frowned in confusion.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"You're not playing that video game tonight." She clarified. "Because you're coming with me to a party!"
I groaned.
I hate parties. There are always a lot of people at them and I hate it. I always feel awkward.
"No." I told her. "You know I don't do parties."
"Well you're doing this one." She told me with a tone that mad me feel that I didn't have a choice. "My dad's celebrating some record deal for like the gazillions time and said I could bring a friend so you're coming."
Her dad owned a record company that was very successful and had bands from all sorts of genres from pop to classic rock and every thing in between.
"So who's the band?" I asked her.
She just shrugged.
"No one special." She said. "Small time thing but it's gona get boring if you don't come."
I eventually nodded.
"Just this ones." I told her.
A grin broke out across her face.
"Really?" She asked.
I nodded.
"That's awesome!" She squealed. "Here, the address and time is on this paper!"
She handed me a sheet and stood up.
"I gotta go but I'll catch you later!" She said as she ran off.
Time Break
I was just getting changed to go and meet Rachel at the party when I found my self-staring at the Tattoo on my left shoulder, in the mirror. I couldn't explain it but I felt like the little circle on my left shoulder would disappear after to night. It was a ridicules idea, it had never happened in recorded human history, but I just felt the urge to memorize what it looked like.
So then I threw on a fresh T-shirt and a nice pair of jeans before leaving for the party.
Twenty minutes latter I was standing out in front of a mansion, ringing the doorbell.
"Hello?" Answered a woman with long brown hair. "Who are you?"
"Hi." I answered, feeling awkward already. "I was told that this was where to go for the record party, I'm a friend of Rachel Dare."
The woman nodded.
"Yes," She began. "Rachel said she had invited a friend."
She then backed up and opened the door to let me in.
"You have a very nice house." I commented as I walked into the mansion, admiring the architecture.
"I feel it's too big." The woman said. "But the record company threw it in for free so I'm not complaining."
She seamed so relaxed and down to earth. The comment was a little weird but she said it in a way that made you want to laugh instead of roll your eyes.
"So how long have you been singing for?" I asked her as I followed her through her house.
She laughed.
"No," She said. "I don't sing. It's my son that got the deal."
I nodded as we reached a door on our left.
"Just head on in." She said to me. "Rachel's in there, though you're a little early."
I thanked her.
"I'm Sally by the way." She said as she turned to return to the front of the house.
When I entered the room Rachel immediately ambushed me.
"Oh, Good!" She squealed. "I was wondering when you would get here!"
I gave her a confused smile before I spoke.
"I thought you said this was no big deal?" I asked her. "This house is huge!"
She gave me a guilty smile.
"Sorry." She began. "But I lied to get you out here."
I was again confused.
"I really wanted you to meat this one." She continued as she led me over to a U shaped couch with about four occupants.
My eyes immediately flew to the one sitting in the center though. No big deal my ass. I knew that face from his new CD cover. It was Percy Jackson!
"Hay Percy!" Rachel called.
He looked up at us with amusement in his sea green eyes.
"I wanted you to meat my friend Annabeth!" Rachel continued.
I walked over to him and shook his hand.
"Hay." He greeted. "How's it going?"
He was a lot more relaxed than I thought he would be.
"Pretty good." I answered, not quite sure what to do now.
He seamed to pick up on how awkward I felt though because he pointed to the seat next to him and offered me a seat.
"Thanks." I said as I took the seat.
"Don't sweat it." He laughed as leaned back in the comfy couch. "So what kind of TV do you like Annabeth?"
I frowned at the question because it seamed kind of random but I did answer.
"Documentaries." I told him.
He nodded in an interested way.
"Anything in particular?" He asked. "You know, history, science, Art?"
"Well, I've been watching one on the Tattoos that's pretty good." I said.
"Oohh." Rachel cut in. "I bet that you didn't know, Annabeth, that Percy's Tattoo hasn't named his soul mate yet, either!"
I glanced at her before looking back to Percy with a raised eyebrow.
"Really?" I asked him.
He shook his head.
"Nope." He answered. "Why is that so surprising?"
"Because you're famous." I answered. "I would have thought you would have met yours by now."
He just shook his head.
What felt like a few minutes later some one had called out from a corner of the room for Percy to sing something.
He just laughed and shook his head.
"Come on!" Came jeers from across the room.
"No." He laughed as people kept begging him. I was laughing at how weird this was too.
"Please?" I asked him.
This time he stopped laughing and considered it.
"Ok." He said.
He then paused in thought before he began to sing.
"I pulled into Nazareth, was feeling about a half past dead.
I just needed a place, where I could rest my he-ead."
As he continued to sing I just stared at him, becoming lost in his voice. He had the dreamy voice that could sooth any one. I was calm and gentle like waves on a beach.
"And ya put the load, put the load, put the load right on me." He finished singing.
Every one applauded but he didn't seam to notice them. He was just staring at me, with a small, quizzical, smile on his face.
"You really do have an amazing voice." I told him.
His small smile turned into a beaming grin as I spoke.
Later that night I was in my bathroom, getting ready for a shower when I saw it. I was just about to get in the shower when I caught a glimpse of my Tattoo in the mirror. Even from a distance I could tell it wasn't right.
I quickly looked down to double check that it was still the same as it ever was, but it wasn't. In the center of the circle were two words, written in curvy writing.
Precious Jackson
Shit! My mind screamed at me. Him?!
I was so stunned. I needed to sit down so I bolted for my bedroom, locked the door in back of me, and flopped down on my bed. I hadn't even bothered getting dressed.
This can't be real! My mind was screaming.
I knew I should be happy, and I was, but he was a huge celebrity and probably didn't even need a soul mate. Mean while I would spend the rest of my life alone because my soul mate was a singer!
I just buried my head in my pillow. What was I supposed to do?
I did the one thing that I could. I called Rachel. She brought me to that party, so she could help me.
"Rachel?" I asked into the phone.
"Yah? What's up Annabeth?" I heard her respond. "I'm still at the party."
"I need you at my house, NOW." I said, trying to stay calm.
"Why? What's up?" She asked.
I shook my head as my emotions threatened to over take me again and make me start screaming.
"Just get over here." I said before I hung up the phone and got dressed.
Twenty minutes later Rachel was standing in my doorway.
"What's up?" She asked as I sat back down on my bed.
"I don't know what to do." I sobbed out, holding my face.
She sat down next to me and started rubbing my back to try and calm me down.
"Do about what?" She asked.
I couldn't figure out how to say it so I used my right hand to shit my shirt color to show her the Tattoo.
Her jaw dropped as she gasped as the sight.
"No way." She breathed. "Annabeth, You need to get back into real clothes and go back to his house now!"
I paused, unsure if that was a good idea.
"I don't know," I began.
"Lucky for you I do know." Rachel cut me off. "So get dressed and I'll drive you over."
And so about thirty minutes later I was once again standing on the Jackson's door step as Rachel ringed the door bell.
This time though it was Percy that answered.
"Sorry but the party ended a little while ago." He said before he had even opened the door enough to look out. Once he had he froze. "Oh, hay! Sorry didn't see you two, come on in!"
He smiled wide at au as he let us in.
"Rachel said she was coming back but she didn't say she was bringing you." He said to me. "I'm glad you came back."
He was giving me a small smile that made me wonder if he had seen his Tattoo yet.
"She just got some shocking news and wanted to talk about it." Rachel said.
Percy frowned.
"What news?" He asked me. "Is every thing all right?"
I shrugged.
"My tattoo has a name in it." I began. "I found out when I got home."
His face looked like a deflating balloon.
"One of the people at the party?" He asked in a quiet voice.
"Kind of." I began, feeling very awkward.
"Who?" He cut me off. "Who is it?"
He looked kind of hurt and desperate which only server to make me want to do any thing to make him feel better. I wasn't very good with social stuff but I could tell he was this way because of something I said. Was it the soul mate thing? Did he not see his and now thinks I'm talking about some one ells?
I couldn't bring my self to say it out loud; the words were caught in my throat. So I just shrugged off my jacket to show him the Tattoo that was visible to the left of my collarbone below the tank top strap. The strap was barely touching the edge of the ring so it didn't block his view of it.
His face just froze in wonder as he stared at me. Then his face lit up in a huge smile.
"So, you and me?" He asked.
I shrugged.
"I guess so." I answered, feeling very awkward.
Rachel was quiet this whole time up until now.
"Will you show us yours?" She asked him.
Percy just frowned at her, put off by the request.
"Please?" I asked him.
This time he nodded and turned around. He then hiked up his shirt to reveal the small of his back with "Annabeth Chase" Written in curvy handwriting on it, the small circle surrounding it.
"I don't really know where to go from here." Percy said at last, as he dropped his shirt and turned around to face me.
"Go from where?" Sally asked as she entered the room with a plate of blue cookies.
Why blue? I wondered as Percy rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
As he spluttered to try and explain, Sally offered me a cookie. When I reached for it her eyes bugged out of her head. I was confused until I followed her gaze to my left shoulder.
All talking in the room went dead at that moment.
"Percy," Sally began. "Turn around right now."
He looked hesitant but did as he was told. His mother then lifted the back of his shirt to check his Tattoo. Her face went through many emotions in the next few seconds.
Shocked.
Realization.
Disbelief.
And then Joy.
She spun around on the spot, dropped the cookies, and hugged me.
It was a tight hug but it was nice.
She then turned to Percy who was now facing us again.
"You better be good to this girl." She warned him.
He chuckled lightly.
"Don't worry mom." He said. "I will."
I shot him a smile as Sally let go of me.
"Have you told your parents yet?" Sally asked me.
I shook my head.
She gave me a sweet smile.
"Then put your coat on and I'll take you and Percy to your house." She said.
Twenty minutes later I was standing, holding hands with, Percy on my front porch as Sally rang the doorbell.
Rachel had said she needed to go home but I knew she just wanted to get away before the fireworks that are my family, went off.
"Hello?" Answered a groggy version of my father. "Annabeth? What's going on?"
"Hi dad," I began. "This is Percy and um…" It was still weird to try and say it out loud.
"Annabeth it's two in the morning." My father cut me off. "Can't this wait?" I was about to say yes when Sally spoke.
"I think it's best to discus it now." She said. "Before to much time passes."
My father frowned at her for a second.
"Who are you?" He asked her.
"I'm Sally Jackson, Percy's mom." She answered as my father's face dropped.
"What the hell did you do, Annabeth?" He demanded.
"Nothing." I responded.
"Annabeth." He warned.
"She didn't do anything." Percy cut in.
He must have been nervous, meeting my father, but he still stood up for me.
My father paused after Percy spoke.
"So why am I meeting your friend at two in the morning?" My father asked, clearly exasperated.
"His name is in my Tattoo." I answered quietly.
My father froze in shock.
"What?" He asked.
I pulled my jacket off my left shoulder and showed him the tattoo.
The rest of the night was really awkward but not quite as bad as the next day would be.
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