Hello fellow readers! This is just some Percabeth I whipped up one day because I was sick with mono and strep and had nothing better to do.

You can review if you would like, but if you're too lazy I understand.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJATO, sadly. But my plan to steal the rights is coming along beautifully... still waiting on those zebras though…

Annabeth's POV

The sun trickled in through the slits in the blinds and hit my face bringing heat. I sat up and propped myself up on one elbow and looked around the bedroom. Come on, Annabeth. Time to get ready. I thought to myself while slowly pulling my legs so that they hung over the bed.

I could hear the bustling city traffic from outside and the beeps of inpatient drivers. I went to my close, took my uniform off the hanger, got my socks out of the dresser, and headed to the bathroom to get dressed and to wash up. I could hear Percy and his Mom down the hall in the kitchen talking about what to make for breakfast and I smiled.

After brushing my teeth, washing my face, and getting dressed I receded to the kitchen where I found only two plates set out on the table, with blue waffles, while bacon sizzled on the pan.

"Good morning," I said while pulling out the chair and plopping down. I began cutting up my waffles and taking tiny bites. I was never very hungry in the morning.

"Good morning, Annabeth," Percy's mom replied, keeping her eyes locked on the cooking bacon.

"Morning," Percy said, sitting across from me.

Sally put the plate of bacon in the middle of us and got the syrup out of the fridge.

"Paul and I have to head out early, so you two better get to school on time. Its 6:30, leave by 7," She said giving Percy and I each a hug and a kiss on the head. We both nodded, said okay, and she hurried out the door.

"Ready for that math test?" Percy asked.

"Mhm, how about you? This unit was not one of your favorites; I know that for a fact."

"I know, and I'm not ready at all, as usual." I giggled. Percy's strong spot was never math, and this test was a huge portion of our grade.

"I would've helped you," I reminded him, putting my dish in the sink.

"I want to try to ace this test myself. Or at least pass…" He said, standing up and rinsing his dish off.

"Well, your mom did tell us that we can go to Montauk this weekend."

He smiled and put his arm around me as we walked to the front door, "I know."

We picked up our book bags and headed out onto the city streets.

So, what do we think? I'm still deciding whether or not to have Rachel go to the same school. Ideas appreciated, of course. Also you can say bad or good things, I love the criticism. Next chapter will be up shortly.