Hi guys. Long time no see. I haven't posted anything in ages and I'm really sorry, but my IGCSE's are over soon, so hopefully I'll be updating quickly. Anyways, so this is a new story I was trying 'cause I noticed that there weren't any Percy Jackson/Perks of Being a Wallflower crossovers and I just had to write it. This is a mix up between the Perks book and movie, so I'm sorry if it gets a bit confusing, but I'll try sticking to the movie since it's probably more acknowledged. Also, CookieMonster747 was supposed to beta this, but she doesn't get the honour at the moment. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: PJO belongs to Rick Riordan and Perks belongs to Stephen Chbosky

Chapter 1

Charlie sat in his room, thinking about his night out with Sam and Patrick. It had been incredible. His first time out not including when he had been discharged, earlier that day. It still felt hard to believe that the past couple of months weren't just a figment of an overactive imagination. All his dreams, his nightmares, everything about his Aunt Helen, it was all true. At least they were according to his doctor.

He started going to therapy a few weeks into being admitted into hospital. The doctor had been very patient with him, explaining and listening to everything he had to say. But still, it felt strange being told to vomit out your inner most thoughts and channel them through to a complete stranger. Still, it was easier than it would be if he had to do this with someone he knew personally. The therapy sessions were helping, and the horrifying dreams of his Aunt Helen were becoming fewer. However, as these dreams started to get less, others took their place.

They featured a stormy eyed, curly blonde girl, looking for someone called Percy. Who was this blonde princess? And who was Percy? The blonde girl kept referring to him as 'Seaweed Brain'. What did that even mean? He had never heard it, yet it struck a chord within him. However, the girl was not always alone. Sometimes she was accompanied by a boy who seemed to be half donkey, sorry no, half goat, a centaur in battle armour, and even a blonde boy with golden eyes, and a jagged scar marring his features. Sometimes there was even a whole army of kids in bright orange T-shirts and swords, fighting what could only be described as monsters from mythology and nightmares.

He had mentioned these dreams to his therapist once, but he had brushed them off as 'healing' and 'replacement'. He said the fighting represented Charlie in his struggle to get better. Charlie wasn't sure, but he'd never heard of such deep meanings in dreams. Maybe his therapist was a fortune teller too. He said the trauma he went through could have caused his brain to be unable to filter his memories properly, causing him to be unsure of what was real, and what wasn't, and if he wanted to get better Charlie would have to take control, or get out of his office. His therapist never brought up the issue after that, and neither did Charlie. It upset his mother too much.

However, that didn't stop him from having the dreams. He dreamt of sitting on a picnic bench with the blonde girl eating a blue frosted cupcake; trapped inside a huge bubble with her, under the surface of the water; even racing down a his, wearing his own orange shirt and beaded necklace. Charlie would wake up with the sounds of laughter and her voice echoing in his head. Sometimes the memories were so vivid, it made him wonder what was wrong with him. There were always two common factors in these dreams; the blonde girl, and the fact that she always seemed to be with, or looking for, the boy, Percy.

That name sounded so familiar to Charlie, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why. He didn't know anyone called Percy. The only one he'd heard off, was the one in Harry Potter, and he highly doubted the blonde princess was looking for the third oldest, prat of a Weasley.

He had tried to stop dwelling on these dreams so much, but that didn't stop him from explaining them in detail in his letters to his pen pal. The letters had been piling up since the last few weeks of him being in hospital, and he had no intentions of ever posting them either. No need for someone else to question his sanity too. Plus he thought these dreams were much to intimate to share with his 'Friend'.

As he switched off his lamp and tucked himself in, his thoughts turned to Sam and Patrick. He was going to see Iron Man 3 with them tomorrow. He wasn't a huge fan of superheroes and action, but Sam was, and he was doing this for her. Also he hated to admit it, but an unfamiliar part of him was actually eager to see the movie. The same unfamiliar part that was repulsed by the idea of eating seafood and knew how to fight like a warrior. The part that reacted to the name Percy.

With the thought of Sam's smile on his mind, Charlie slipped into a deep sleep, slowly succumbed into the world of blond curls, centaurs and legends.

So, yeah. I wrote this today, because I was done with my studying and yeah. Review and tell me what you think. Or don't. Whatever floats your goat. I haven't written in a while, apart from for school, so I am rusty, but I hoped you enjoyed it :D

WiseGirl747