Disclaimer: Okay, I'm saying this once, and only once morons, I do not, as much as I would like to, own PJO or any of it's characters. Rick does *sighs* unfortunately…

RATED T: for mild language(damn, bitch once I think, and yeah I think that's it), and character death later on. A little kissing later too, nothing serious.

So I wrote this b'cuz I got bored...yeah,I know, bad excuse. I know the format is messed up in this chapter,sorry. I dunno how to fix that. Will try to improve in later chapters. It's my first fan-fic sorry if it sucks. R&R please.

A/N: This is a revised version of the original. I didn't change dialogue or anything, just fixed the format a little bit. Hope it's better.

ANNABETH'S POV:

"Wait!" my step-mom called desperately after me. I ignored her and continued walking down the driveway. When I hit the sidewalk I broke into a run. I'm not entirely sure how far I ran that night, but I had no intention of stopping. Finally I ran out of breath (and energy) and sat down on the curb. I looked around me to see that I was in some derelict suburb. The sight struck me as odd. The buildings around me were really old, or so they appeared, and empty. A lot of windows were boarded up. I shook my head to clear the creepy thoughts and began to dig through my bag trying to find a drachma.(A/N: Erm…did I spell that right? If not, sorry.) At last I dug one out, and did the usual thing calling the Grey Sisters cab. Finally the cab appeared, with it's three bickering drivers and their one eye. Yeah…I said one eye. Scary, right? You have no idea. I slid into the back and leaned my head against the seat, reliving the day's events in my head.

FLASHBACK TO EARLIER THAT DAY:

I trudged into the house after school and dumped my bag on the floor by the couch. Then I limped as quietly as possible past the kitchen where my dad and that woman were sitting ,trying to make it up the stairs without their seeing.

"Annabeth!" my dad called. Gods damn it, I thought to myself.

Turning around, I forced a smile and said through gritted teeth, "Yeah, Dad?"

He looked me over suspiciously and inquired, "Why are you limping?"

I didn't feel like telling him, because, well, my step-mom is a bitch and every time there's a monster attack she complains what a danger it is to keep me around. "Well Dad, I – er- got attacked by a hellhound today" I said, but upon seeing the look on his face added, "But it was just a small one!"

He look concerned, "Annabeth, honey, are you sure maybe you shouldn't just stay at ca-"

"NO! Dad, really I don't want to" I cut him off before he could finish his sentence. "I'm ,umm, just gonna go upstairs and get some ambrosia," I said and painfully dragged myself up the stairs. I was having a bad day. I kept thinking about Percy a lot, too. Man, did I ever miss that seaweed brain. I needed to talk to him,bad. I shook my head, and laid down on my bed. I grabbed my mp3 player off the nightstand and turned it on. As the familiar music of my favorite song began to play I felt my eyes close, and I quickly fell asleep.

I woke up disoriented, and my ears were very sore from the earphones. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost time for dinner. Somewhat reluctantly I headed downstairs, and into the kitchen. My siblings were nowhere to be seen, but my dad and herwere sitting at the table. My dad looked kinda grave, she just looked smug.

"What-?" I began.

She cut me off saying in a sickly sweet tone, " Annabeth dear, for your own good, and for our safety, we've decided to send you to camp year-round. It's better this way. We'd, well, prefer if you didn't try and come back. " I wanted to slap her!

"Dad?" I said hopelessly. He just shook his head. "Ah! You always side with her!" I said frustratedly. My voice was rising. " Are you even a little bit sorry?" I asked him harshly.

He opened his mouth to reply but I cut him off, "Forget it! I don't care!" I yelled and I tore up the stairs and into my room. I got everything important into a bag. Some clothes, a few hundred dollars, my knife, ambrosia, and a few dramcha. And a picture of me and Percy. I ran down the stairs as fast as I could and went out the door.

The bitch followed me to the door, calling "Wait!" As if she actually cared. She's the one who was kicking me out, for gods' sake.

"We're here!" called one of the weird sisters, shaking me out of my reverie. I got out and walked up to the building in front of me. It was Percy's apartment building. I gulped, I should have iris-messaged him first. Oh well, I thought and walked up the stairs. I knocked on his door a few times. Oh gods I hope he's here. Suddenly somebody answered the door and I had to keep my jaw from dropping. Oh my gods! He's so much hotter than he was last summer. I thought that, followed by What? Did I just say he was hot?!? We're just friends! And he probably hates me now anyway after what I did to him.. But he was hot. His black hair was messy as ever, but a little bit longer than I remembered. He was about an inch taller than I was now, and his gorgeous sea green eyes were looking at me now. They looked happy to see me, but concerned too.

"Annabeth?" he said, "Are you alright, why are you here?"

PERCY'S POV:

I was hanging out on my couch watching TV when I heard a knock at the door. I got up and answered it, wondering who was showing up at like 10:30 on a school night. I was surprised to see Annabeth standing there, looking very upset. She saw me and her eyes widened a bit. "Annabeth?" I said, "Are you alright? Why are you here?"

"Percy, I'm so sorry," she began, "My parents kicked me out, and I was really mad. I just wanted to get as far away from my step-mom as possible."
"Why didn't you just go to camp?"

"Well I really wanted to talk to you…" she said sheepishly. I was glad she'd come.
" It's alright," I told her "You can crash here long as you want, but you look exhausted. Go to sleep now and we can catch up in the morning, kay?"

"Alright, and thanks, but what about your mom?"

" She's working late tonight, but when she gets home I'll explain to her. I'm sure she won't mind though."She smiled. Then I thought, wait a minute, I'm not making her sleep on that lumpy couch.
"Come on," I said, " I'll show you to my room" She looked confused.
"If I sleep in your room where will you sleep?" She asked.
"In here, duh. I'm not making you sleep on the couch Wise Girl" She grinned at her nickname. "Thanks Seaweed brain."

Okee people so what did you think? Review please but no flames!! Polite constructive criticism would be appreciated,seriously any suggestions for the title are welcomed...will update soon, nothing better to do with my x-mas break anways...