Disclaimer(I'll only do this once):I do not own the Percy Jackson Series, or any of the Percy Jackson characters, all I own is my ideas.

Chapter 1

Annabeth

"That'll be $14.50," I told the customer I was checking out at the counter of the diner I work at.

Let me introduce myself, my names Annabeth Chase, I'm sixteen and currently working as a waitress at Lauren's Diner in Westville, Georgia. Never heard of Westville, Georgia? I'm not surprised. It's a small town about 30 minutes from the beach, with a population of 756 people.

Just as I got done ringing up the customer at the counter, I heard the bell chime, signaling that a new customer had arrived.

"Good afternoon, welcome to Lauren's Diner," I said with out looking up. When I did look up after grabbing a couple menus, I was met with a boy who had the most beautiful sea green eyes, and messy jet black hair.

"How many are in your party today, sir?" I questioned the green eyed boy, once I had broke out of my trance.

"Just me," he replied with a smile.

I smiled back, and put back the two extra menus I had grabbed.

"Right this way," I told him, leading him to one of my tables.

"My name's Annabeth, I'll be your server today, can I start you off with a drink?" I said.

"I'll have a Sprite with cherries in it, please. My names Percy, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Percy, I'll have your drink right out." I replied.

Around 2 o'clock I got home from my shift at Lauren's. I peeled out of my waitress uniform, and changed into some more comfortable clothes for the rest of the day. I threw my curly blonde hair into a pony-tail and ended up wearing a grey tank-top, jean shorts, owl earrings and my favorite cowboy boots. Once I was done changing I walked down stairs and out into the backyard where dad was waiting for the new farm help to show up.

"Hi, dad," I said when I finally reached where he was siting on our red tractor.

"Hi, sweetie,did you have fun at work?" He questioned, like he always does.

"It was pretty good, I guess," I replied, thinking about Percy.

"Good," my dad said, a smile on his face.

"Waiting on the new guy?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he replied,"he's due to show up in five minutes."

I nodded my understanding.

"I was hoping you could show him how to identify which peaches are ready to be picked." My dad said.

"Sure, daddy," I told my father, never wanting to let him down.

"Thank you, sweet heart." He told me, pride written on his features.

Just then a green Ford F-250 pick-up truck pulled through the gate of our farm, and parked on the gravel driveway.

Dang, I thought, if he's anything like his truck, I like this guy already.

Then the drivers side door opened, and Percy stepped out. And let me tell you, he looked gorgeous. He had on a white v-neck, that stretched out over his chiseled features perfectly, wrangler jeans and a pair of cowboy boots.

By the time I was done oogleing

over his appearance, he was already standing in front of me and my dad.

"Hello, son." My dad said to Percy.

"Afternoon, sir." Percy replied, being very respectful.

"Hey, Annabeth," Percy said, a smile on his face.

"Hi, Percy," I replied, watching his face morph into one of shock, probably that I remembered his name. I stifled a laugh.

"You two know each other?" My dad asked, looking skeptical.

"Yeah, Percy came into Lauren's today, during my shift," I explained to my dad.

"Huh," he said,"well then, Annabeth, why don't you take Percy out to the peach trees and show him how to pick them."

"Yes, father." I replied, earning a smile from my dad, as he walked back to the house.

"Come on Percy," I said walking over to the four-wheeler.

"Get on," I commanded, while swinging my leg over the seat and starting the engine.

"Yes, ma'am," Percy replied, shaking his head, a smile on his face.

Once I had driven through the woods and to the edge of the property line, where the peach trees were, I cut the engine and climbed off the four-wheeler.

"So, how can you tell when the peaches are ready to be picked?" Percy questioned me.

"Well, first off, they'll smell really sweet," I said, and picked a ripe peach, that smelled really sweet.

"Like this one. Next they'll be kinda soft, not really firm. See?" I asked while taking his hand and putting the ripe peach in it. When our hands touched, I swear sparks flew. And I know, I know, that sounds really cheesy, but it happened. I looked up to find Percy staring at me in amazement, he obviously felt the sparks too.

"Umm, yeah," I said, withdrawing my hand from his and clearing my throat.

"Next," I said, trying anything to make the situation less awkward,"you want to make sure that the peaches don't have any green left in the color, if they do they aren't ready yet," I said, rambling on and avoiding Percy's eyes. "And that's pretty much all you need to know," I finished. "Oh, and peach season lasts from now, the middle of June, through July, in case you were wondering. Do you want me to stay and help you?" I asked him.

"If you don't have anything better to do..." He trailed off.

"I don't," I said, smiling at him.

He grinned and started to climb one of the peach trees, a basket in hand.

I was just reaching the first branches of the tree I was climbing when Percy spoke.

"So, how old are you, Annabeth."

"Sixteen, I'll be seventeen on July twelfth. You?" I asked him.

"Same. I'll be seventeen August eighteenth." Percy replied.

"So I'm older," I said, a smirk on my face.

"Yeah..."Percy trailed off,"I've always hated having a late summer birthday."

"I think it's cool," I stated,"eighteen is my favorite number."

"Whys that?" He asked.

"I'm not really sure," I answered "I've just always liked that number." I said with a smile on my face.

"What's your favorite number?" I questioned Percy.

"Six," he replied.

"Why," I asked feeling nosey.

"It's my number in baseball." He said.

"Oh, cool," I said,"I play softball."

"Really?" He asked, looking surprised.

"Yep, two time state champion,"I said, pride evident in my voice.

"Wow," he said, not even bothering to hide his amazement,"what position do you play?" He inquired.

"Short stop. You?

"First,"he said, a smile on his face.

I nodded my head in approval.

By this time both of our baskets were full, and it was getting late.

"We better start heading back to the house," I said.

"Yeah,"he agreed, seemingly disappointed.

I smiled at him, and started to climb down.

Once we had both reached the ground, I started climbing on to the four-wheeler when Percy stopped me.

"Can I drive,"he pleaded.

"I don't know... she's practically my baby." I said while rubbing my four-wheeler lovingly.

"Please!"

"I suppose..." I said, not being able to say no to his cute face.

"Yes!" He cheered, doing a little dance. I laughed and slid backwards so Percy could have room to sit.

"Please tell me you've driven one of these before." I asked him.

"Of course!" He said, acting as though it was a proposturus idea that a boy of sixteen had not driven a four-wheeler.

"Good," I said, feeling relived.

"But, you might want to hold on." He said with a smirk on his face.

I rolled my eyes.

He climbed on and I put my arms securely around his firm stomach, and tried not to pass out because I was so close to him.

By the time we finally arrived back at my house it was around 6:30, just in time for dinner.

"Well..." He said,"I better get going."

"No," I insisted, suddenly not wanting him to leave,"stay for dinner."

"I don't want to intrude on y'all..." He began.

"Please," I tried,"you still haven't meet momma and my brothers yet, and we always have left-overs anyways."

"Well if you insist,"he said, a smile forming on his face.

I hope y'all like the story so far! This is my first fanfiction, so no flames please. Constructive criticism welcome. You can find all of the outfits mentioned in this story on my polyvore account: daughterofathena1033 Thanks for reading! :)