Author's Note: I'll keep this author's note brief because I hate long author's notes. I write for fun, but if this story becomes a big deal I will write more frequently. Flame all you want too. It's your right to give your opinion. Hope you like it, tell me what you think.

Two Worlds Apart

Percy's POV

Me? You want me to tell you about myself? Well OK. I'm just a small town boy. I come from the little town of Zillah; a place where everybody knows everybody and nobody has secrets. Well, except me. Now I haven't told anyone, but someday I'm going to the big city. I'm going to New York.

But for now, I'm in my fourth year of high school (senior). Being captain of the football team, working every chance I get-as a waiter- between school, football practice and working on my father's farm is very exhausting, but that doesn't stop me from trying my hardest.

Oh, I almost forgot. My girlfriend is the most sweet, beautiful, and humble person in the whole world.

"Order up!" my chef, Grover, called.

"Okay," I yelled, "Lemme get my apron on first!"

"Dude, where you been? We're behind!" Grover complained.

"Sorry man, but I was out late last night at the football game, and then my dad made me skip school today to help out on the farm. I had to take a shower. Wouldn't want me scaring away the customers now would we; especially because I'm the one that they like. And- you know what? – I wasn't even supposed to work today. You owe me. I should get a raise from you!" I said as I got my apron on.

Grover rolled his eyes as he flipped pancakes, "Yeah, I'll get right on that." He said sarcastically.

Ting, Ting went the bell that was tied to the door of the diner.

I winked at Grover, "My duty calls." I said as I pushed through the kitchen door into the table area with three orders of hot strawberry pancakes. "Here you go ma'am, sir, ma'am." I said cheerily as I set down the family's food before I went to the door to seat the two people who just walked in. "Thanks," they all mumbled as they cut into their pancakes. I walked over to the people standing in the waiting area so they could be seated. The lady who was there just happened to be my girlfriend…with Luke, my football team's running back.

"Hey guys," I said with fake happiness and real curiosity. Why are they here? I thought as I led them to an open table. Is it a date? Or are they here to see me? Why is he sitting so close to her? My head screamed, but I kept my composure. "Can I get you guys any drinks to start with?" I asked while take out a writing pad. "Do you guys know what you want to eat yet?" My girlfriend, Rachel, thought for a minute, "Um, yeah I'll have iced water and blueberry pancakes." I looked over to Luke. "No man, I'm cool she just was hungry, but I want a 7-Up." I shook my head, "Don't have that. Mt. Dew okay?" His eyebrows scrunched together. "Is monopoly money okay?" I just kept staring at him. "Fine, I'll have O.J. then." I gave a sharp nod and went back to the kitchen. Sheesh! What was his problem?

When I came back to give them their-and by their, I mean Rachel's- food. Rachel was blushing while Luke was laughing. Huh? I thought. "Here you guys go." I said wonderingly as I set it down.

They ate, and paid, and on the way out he…kissed her cheek?

Annabeth's POV

"UGH! Mom!" I shouted as I ran down our spiral staircase.

She absently looked up from her 'Better Homes' magazine; and answered me sounding some what annoyed. "What Anna?"

I glared. "It's Annabeth. I'm not in kindergarten. Anyway, my sheets are pink! They should be grayish white! AND THEY"RE PINK! Pink isn't in style right now, Mom! I want new ones and I want Lou Ellen FIRED!"

My mother looked at me cautiously. "Honey, we can't fire her. I'm running out of house maids." I glared; my temper flaring up again. "Fine! Have it your way, but just wait, soon I will be the laughing stock of the whole high school and I will DIE in humiliation all because our STUPID house maid can't even wash sheets right!" I screeched as I stormed out of the living room.

Lou Ellen looked at me horrified that I would say such terrible things and still get away with it. But at the moment I didn't care. I went up to my room so I could go swimming. I somehow always felt a connection with water, even though my parents hated swimming pools. They hated them because my mom's sister and my dad's best friend drown in them (my mom's sister was my dad's best friend).