Hey everyone! If you have read my other story, Percy's Life on Olympus, I'm really sorry that I haven't been updating. School has seriously been crazy. And I'm brain dead. So I will be putting that story on hiatus for a couple weeks (or months) and will be posting this one shot as a way to make up for it. For those of you who like Paul, here you go!

I walked into the elevator, waiting for it to fill up before pressing the button for Sally's floor. I smoothed my suit, making sure I was presentable for the fiftieth time today. Today was a special day. I would be meeting her thirteen-year-old son. Percy was a legend around her house. I could tell that she loved him dearly and would gladly sacrifice herself to save him. Though I have to say, I wasn't to sure about this kid. He had been kicked out of eight schools in eight years, had ADHD and dyslexia, and had been the subject of a nation wide manhunt a couple years back. I would generally label that type of kid as a troublemaker. Don't get me wrong – I'm giving him a chance – I'm just not sure what he'll be like.

Ding! As the elevator's doors opened, I was snapped out of my stupor. I took a deep breath, and stepped out of the elevator, turning left and heading down the hall. When I got to the door, I rang the doorbell, taking a step back and trying not to look nervous, though I think I failed miserably. Suddenly, I was able to hear voices.

"Seaweed Brain, who is that?" That one sounded like it belonged to a girl, but Sally hadn't ever mentioned having a daughter and I knew by instinct that it wasn't Sally either.

"Oh shoot!" That was definitely a boy. Maybe this Seaweed Brain the girl had mentioned? "I forgot! My mom said her friend (he said friend with loathing in his voice, but I wasn't quite sure why) Paul Blofis was coming over today!"

And then, "Percy! Will you please get the door?" That was Sally. The woman I love. I relaxed slightly, knowing that as long as she was here nothing bad could happen, and stepped forward again. As soon as I did, the door opened. Standing there in the doorway was a boy who looked to be around the age of thirteen, and was tall for his age, with messy black hair and deep sea green eyes. He had a grey streak in his hair. (At the age of thirteen? Was it some new kind of fad?)

"Hi," I said, "I'm Paul Blofis, your mom's boyfriend." I took another step forward and reached out, intending to shake hands. Instead, he just looked at me. His eyes were intimidating, and his body language clearly showed that he didn't want to shake hands. I sized him up then, getting my first clear look at him. He had well defined muscles, and clear, sharp features. Most of the girls in my English classes would define him as hot. I was suddenly a little bit scared. My instincts were screaming at me: 'this guy is dangerous! Stay away!' I didn't really know what to do when he turned around and stalked back into the kitchen, so I just stood there, hovering in the doorway until Sally called me into the house.

Once inside the living room, I realized that there was another person in the house. She had long blonde hair, which was lightly curled. Her eyes, a stunning, stormy grey, were intimidating. She looked as if she were analyzing my weak spots, the ways she could take me down. And then I noticed the grey streak that she too had in her hair. (Definitely a fad, I decided.)

I approached her, hoping she'd be a little friendlier than Percy had. "Hi, I'm Paul Blofis." I held out my hand, waiting for her to shake it. Instead, she simply replied, "Hi. I'm Annabeth, Annabeth Chase." Finally, I retracted my hand. I sat down, drumming my fingers on my thigh.

"I'm sorry if Percy was a little rude." I jumped – I hadn't been expecting her to say anything, much less apologize for Percy. "He's lost a couple friends recently, and hasn't quite recovered yet."

I knew then that I would get along with Annabeth, and when Sally came into the room with her son, all the while scolding him, I registered the fact that Percy might not be as bad as I originally thought he would be.

And that was the first time I ever met Percy Jackson or Annabeth Chase.