So, this is the first story I've done on this site, at least the first I intend to finish. I've written quite a bit but never really gotten anywhere. But then I remembered how obsessed I am with the Percy Jackson series. It's one of the few series I could actually finish and never upset me with anything that happened between the characters. And with the movie coming out, of course, I'm even the more pumped to write this story. And here's a note, I'm not claiming any of the characters are actually like this. It's just a work of fiction that is based on Rick Riordan's series. Don't like it? Don't read. Sorry. Like it? Well continue on reading and review for me. Thanks guys, you ROCK!

Another note, I'm going by the movie's ages and personalities for the characters, mixed in with the book. The characters are the movie characters (looks, personality, etc.), just in the book's plots and such. Does that make sense? Maybe you can understand if you read. My apologies.

Percy sat by the water's edge, next to his cabin. Tyson hadn't arrived at camp yet, and he had the cabin all to himself. However, he was usually used to this. But don't get it wrong, he loved having the cabin to himself sometimes. Not to mention the fact that, in his mind, he had the coolest cabin you could imagine. An indoor fountain, sea shell coated walls, mechanical fish swimming along the ceiling that Tyson had surprised him with last summer, and everything else a son of Poseidon could want in a room.

The sun was setting over the green hills and strawberry fields surrounding the camp, and the light made the lake seem as if it was glowing. He liked coming here, just to relax after a long day of training, or to think about things that had happened or happened in the past, or things about to happen. Being the kind of person he was, he always had to face the fact he could easily die tommorow, or a minute from now. But here, in Camp Half Blood, especially at the water's edge, he didn't feel the same light beating of his heart that always warned him to keep a look out, or to worry about the overpowering feelings of death that usually stayed in his mind so much.

"Percy?" said a familar voice calling from behind him.

He didn't have to turn to know it was Annabeth, who came around quite a few times on the days they had seen little of each other.

"Are you alright?" she asked again.

"Of course I'm alright. Just having one of those days where I spend alot of the time thinking by the water, you know?" he answered her.

She nodded, though he knew she didn't fully understand how important these kind of things were to him. After having such an eventful life, things like this just made him seem a little bit more normal than usual.

"You've been really distant lately. Ever since you've come back for this summer you've been really distant to everyone." she explained.

Percy may or may not have been trying to get this point across, he came straight to his cabin when he first got here and only left for meals, sometimes, and training. He had even missed a game of Capture the Flag at one point, which made Chiron come to him, wondering the same thing the previous week. He had asked if anything had taken place recently, or even over the year, between him and his father, though contact was a bit rare between the two, or his mother. Chiron, however, knew Percy well enough to know him and his mother had never really had much of a fight; the most extreme one was him refusing to leave her to go to Camp Half Blood years ago as the Minotaur chased them. He had told him it was just social teenage angst kind of things, though as Chiron accepted this and walked away, a part of Percy knew that he didn't believe it.

"Just personal stuff. You know, school and things." Percy said, skipping a rock into the lake.

Annabeth was silent for a moment. It seemed as if she could have just walked away from him, but she instead walked forward and took a seat next to him.

"You don't have to talk about. You've already done a pretty good job of that already." she said.

He nodded. He didn't know what to say or how he could even tell her the truth about what was happening to him. A part of him wanted to grab her hand and run off into the fields with her and hold her hand forever, but another part of him was instructing him not to.

"Did Chiron send you here?" Percy asked.

"No, I came on my own free will. With inspiration from him, I guess you could say..." she said.

"He asked you to talk to me, right?"

"Yeah, but Percy, I was going to anyways. You've been so... strange. I mean, I don't even think Poseidon or any of the gods would know what's going on with you right now." she said. "Why are you not telling me, though? Aren't you supposed to? I'm the daughter of Athena, I have alot of brains and wisdom, maybe I could help?"

He hated when she used Athena for her "being right" about something.

"But I can't read your mind, Percy." she said to him.

He glanced at her. "It's not like I don't want to at all, Annabeth. I really, really want to."

"Then why don't you?"

"Because... its not that easy. What I want to say doesn't really have a good reaction from alot of people..."

She breathed in. "Look, Percy, when you want to tell me or you need to, come to me and I'll listen. I promise."

She put her hand on his shoulder for a moment, and it seemed as if she would pull him forward into an embrace. But instead, she stood up and walked away, her footsteps going quickly against the wooden docks, much like his heart at the moment. He had become some close to telling her, and he wanted to, no doubt. But something was pulling him back, telling him not to at the same time. It was a force inside him, maybe the same force screaming at him to let it out as well. He had no idea what to do. Percy skipped another rock along the lake, then stood up and glanced out. The sea was dead calm, almost as if it was the River Styx itself.

It had been nearly ten minutes before Percy began to head back to his cabin, the sun heading behind the hills it once shone over. He could see fires burning and the sounds of demigods laughing and playing in the coming moonlight. But tonight, Percy had no desire for such a thing. He simpley trailed back to his cabin slowly, taking in the last breaths of the air he could before heading in for the night. He climbed over the back porch railing and from there into the cabin. The breeze was strong, as usual, and felt as comfortable as always. Something told him his father could have been watching him at the moment, but at the same time felt a bit of privacy. He stood there, alone, for a moment. From where he stood, head headed to the windows and closed the curtains. He made sure no one could see him at all, moving fast as quickly that someone on the outside would have been surprised at the speed it was acomplished. It didn't feel right, the feelings moving throughout him. He wanted to escape for a moment from everyone, as far away as he could.

What had happened right before he came to camp was nothing short of unexpected. He remembered meeting James for the first time months ago, how he had an odd, strange desire to be close to him. He brushed it off, however, thinking it was normal or just something strange he was doing. Maybe it was the ADHD going. But something drew him to him, something Percy couldn't control. One time, their hands had just touched, and a shiver went down Percy's back. He couldn't believe the feelings overcoming him, and everytime the two were alone, he wanted it to stay that way. Sure, Percy had always been different, but this was a new source of difference he was feeling. And then at the park, that night. It all seemed so perfect, so... realistic. The way he wanted it to be. Him and James sat alone on the park bench, waiting to get picked up by his mother. Small talk ensued, and the two realized, other than the occasional person walking by them, they were alone, and as usual, Percy's mother was running late. But in a minute, everything seemed to change. James's hand was moving closer to him, and then it found itself right on top of his. The two began holding hands, and Percy didn't dare look into his eyes, but at this moment, it was more tempting than Medusas'. Finally, he turned his head, to see James looking at him. Percy shook, fear and adrinaline pumping throughout his body. He leaned forward, following by James, and before he knew it, his lips had met James's. The kiss lasted for seconds, but it seemed like eternity. The two pulled back from each, but no string of regret played within their bodies. A smile slowly overtook Percy's face, and he leaned forward, and the two boys kissed again. Percy moved his arm up across James's, the kiss becoming more passionate than the previous.

Then his mother pulled up, and it broke off as quickly as it had started. She saw nothing, but Percy couldn't get himself to leave or stop staring at the boy who'd just kissed him for the first time - by someone of the same sex, of course. He quickly got up and left, leaving James behind. Percy couldn't believe what had happened. What's worse is that he let it happen. James texted him twice a day, but Percy never responded. He didn't know what to say or how to react. The texts continued and then eventually became once a day, once every other day, once every week, then, like a slaughtered monster, vanished.

Percy could remember this all to clearly in his head. Anger built up inside him, anger which had been stored in him for some time. He could feel his ADHD getting the best of him, and a tear rolled down his face. Never in his life had he felt so alone in a place where he wasn't. Grabbing the nearest object, in this case an alarm clock, Percy threw it at the wall as hard as he could. Bits of sea shell broke off onto the floor, and Percy sank onto his knees where he began to cry to himself. Tears poured out of him, and he looked around his room, feeling the empty space around him as more of an excuse to cry. He didn't know what to do or where to go. James was now gone from his life, and he was by himself, as usual in the romance field. But then thoughts of Annabeth came over him... the girl he could imagine being with forever... but at the same time, he didn't want it. Part of him desired James at the same time. He felt as if he was being pulled by both arms in different directions, with no way to say what was really on his mind.

But then he remembered the one person who looked out for him when he first came to camp. Other than Grover and Chiron, one person still managed to look out for him when the going got rough. One boy, who he couldn't deny his feelings for. He had told no one, and not a soul knew of what had happened between the two of them except for the few people who were involved. And since then, everything had gone downhill. The boy he could look at all day and never get sick of. The boy he could dream of all. The boy who was his mortal foe.

He was in love with Luke Castellan.

Review please, guys! Don't worry, this was more an introduction chapter than anything else. Tell me what you think.