Author's Note: I re-edited this a lot because I wasn't satisfied with my Percy-writing.

It's based about my encounter with a smart-looking/cute-looking guy at my little brother's science fair. He had pretty blue eyes. I have a BF nNOW IDK why I'm telling you that but okay yes.

Guest: Yes, it's also based this off of nevershoutnever!'s song. :)

Jane Doe

I placed a stack of puzzles on top of a shelf, without as much gusto as my manager (Mr. D) would have liked. I don't know why the heck I applied for the job, besides the money to collect for a new car. Though Paul had lent me his car to drive to school, I wasn't sure that I was welcomed to ride it again after I crashed into the pole in an intersection.

In my defense; my ADHD distracted me when a flash of lighting came through the sky, and when I turned left I forgot to look where I was driving (I was thinking about how lightning was made). And it happened to be raining too. Yeah, I wasn't known for good luck.

And because of my ADHD I couldn't stay still; I'm always distracted; I always seemed to be moving. It was annoying when going to bed, especially when I wasn't all that sleepy. My legs moved out of nowhere. That's why I couldn't drink blue Kool-Aid three hours before going to sleep, too.

I couldn't see any more space where I could stack the puzzles, so when no one was looking, I took the liberty to quickly stash them next to the scented candles. I remember one time when I tried jamming two things in a tight space. But when I did, physics slapped me on the face by creating a domino effect all the way to the glues.

It was silent for a second, and then they all fell to the floor. When I saw that, I was a little angry like a dog when a baby grabbed his tail. I mean, that didn't even make sense! How could that happen?

Whatever. We already figured out that I was bad with luck, now I'm bad with sorting art supplies.

I was about to take the cart back to the storage room, when Luke came over in a hurry, his body arched forward with an arm around his stomach. His skin looked a bit green, and his face looked like a bull dog's (you know, because their faces are all scrunched up).

He looked like he wanted to throw up. I don't like being a trashcan, so I stepped back a little.

"You okay?" I asked.

He didn't answer; Luke shook his card in front of my face and I got it.

"Take over for me." Luke said quickly, and then went to race over to the bathroom, totally forgetting that there was a private one just for the employees. But then I was glad, since I didn't want to see him puking his guts out if I took a bathroom break. I really like my bathroom breaks.

I looked at the card that had Luke's face. His ID was on the right in bold numbers, his face, position, and the store's emblem – which was a grape vine. The picture was on the right corner, showing his neatly trimmed blonde hair, the wide mischievous grin revealing his pearly white teeth, and on his face ran a long white scar across his face.

I remember seeing him for the first time when I began working. He seemed like a pretty cool guy, he was actually nice to me.

Luke worked on the cash register for this store (we sell a bunch of smart people stuff). He was the preferred one in here. He once won an 'Employee of the Month' award when I remember clearly we didn't have that. I will say that I was a little jealous …. Okay, jealous big time. But you really can't blame, because some costumers say that Luke is nicer than me. I can be nice too!

Gods, every time a customer walked in here, half the time I didn't know what the heck they say. That's why I avoid them, so I won't have any awkward situations. And I don't like turning down people when they ask or help. So it's better for me to stock up the art pencils, than helping someone on something I can't even help myself in. Make sense?

I was going to walk to the front of the store to cover for Luke, when I noticed a kid going to the bathroom. I quickly jogged over to him and I raised my voice slightly, "I wouldn't go in there if I were you." I said.

He turned to look at me. He couldn't be older than fourteen. He had unruly black hair and an olive complexion. His dark eyes looked at me questioningly, his eyebrow was raised. He let go of the handle and faced me, "Why?" He asked slowly, as if I was playing a prank on him.

"Are you puke-tolerant?" I asked him, raising a brow at him also.

The kids face turned into a face of disgust and he stepped away from the door, "Eugh!"

I cracked my first grin (this place is boring), "Thought so."

After thinking for a second, I took out the keys to the store's rooms and gestured the kid to follow me. I kind of made him hurry since I saw a line forming.

W finally arrived in front of the 'Employees Bathroom' and I unlocked the door. I opened it wide, "Knock yourself out."

I saw a faint blush go into kid's face, finally putting color into it. He looked at me, "It's not some kind of 'lights-shut-off-a-girl-comes-out' kind of trick is it?"

I just rolled my eyes and pushed the kid inside with a chuckle. It was kind of surprising that the kid laughed too, "Just make sure to lock it when you're done!" And I hurried off.

I instantly spotted an old woman standing there with her back as straight as wood. I mentally groaned when I recognized the brown wool sweater and the tight bun that probably pulled back her skin to make her look 'younger'.

With a slight drag on my feet, I went over there while pinning the card on my pocket and placed myself behind the counter. I put on my 'cut-me-some-slack' look. But she totally ignored that.

"Where's Luke?" she snapped at me, already recognizing my face.

We had a few bad experiences before. Like she once claimed that I stole her reading light, and I told her that I didn't. She nearly screamed at me saying that I was a robber. I got really, really offended about that. Because I'm a lot of things, but a robber isn't one of them. I didn't even need a reading light, I don't read!

But I wanted to keep the job, so with clenched teeth I reminded her that I was a worker and could just steal one anyways without having to take anything from her. Which really was a bad thing to say, but it sounded totally normal to me. I was exhausted! Swim team practice in the morning, an hour of afterschool tutoring? Come on!

Mr. D, the store's manager, heard what I said. He ignored the fact that I looked like Benny from the Mummy – because of my crappy schedule, and he started this whole riot. Thankfully Luke saved me from getting fired, so that's why I'm going to put up with the fury.

"He's currently in a bad physical state, Miss Dodds," I recited the words I always heard my mom say when she watched a doctor TV show. She had a habit of mumbling her thoughts during TV or a movie.

She glared at me and grunted in a very manly manner. She was probably thinking that she was stuck with me, so she slammed a stack of flower seed packets on the counter. And then a puzzle box; and a knitting kit.

I cursed silently, realizing this was going to take forever. My math skills were basically to Hades. I looked behind her and saw that the line was forming. For a scary second, I forgot the prices of the seed packets, but then remembered it. I couldn't afford to screw up again. I counted them, and got eleven.

"That's a lot of seeds," I told her, and grabbed the puzzle box and the knitting kit. She just glared at me.

I looked at the door to my front when I saw it swing open; the little golden bell rang. And then in came a girl. Well, not just a girl; a dangerous looking teenage girl that could probably judo flip me. She had blonde princess curls, her skin was tan, and her body was athletic; it was the usual Californian look.

She wore a light blue lose shirt with a grey tank top underneath (everyone could see it, I'm not a creep), short blue jeans, and worn sneakers. It seemed as if time slowed down a bit. I felt myself swallow, and my neck and back was heating up.

What's her name?

Just then her head turned over to my direction, her eyebrows were raised. I quickly looked to Miss Dodds, who looked furious and her hand went over to mine. I instantly let go of what I was holding — I was kind of taken off guard — and pulled back, which dropped the thing from my hand. I watched in horror as the things fell to the floor.

As my mind guessed, the puzzle box ripped open, which spilled puzzle pieces to the ground and some on the counter. There was a second of silence from everyone and I looked at Miss Dodds.

"Oh my Gods I am so sorry!" I almost yelled in panic. I scooped everything from the counter and placed them on a basket … which happened to be the trash. Wait, that's where they belong now anyways.

I literally heard her growling. I quickly grabbed knitting kit then scanned it, and told her the price (thirty eight and five cents), then quickly grabbed for the phone, "Clean up at the register." My voice rang around the store, making me wince.

"JOHNSON!" A voice roared. He has said my last name wrong so many times, that Johnson is almost my second name.

I winced again and turned around to face Manager D, and as he neared he saw that his face was a uninviting shade of purple, which almost blended with the uniform for the store. My ADHD got me off track, reminding me that I didn't like the uniform, it reminded me too much of grape vines. I once had a nightmare about them.

He glared at me and looked at the mess around him, "Where's Luke?" he demanded.

I wondered if I should tell the truth. If I told him the truth, he would probably get mad at Luke for leaving his job to me (yeah right). But Mr. D looked like he was getting impatient, because he took two slows steps toward me, completely ignoring the customer's stares that almost said 'SKIN HIM!'.

"He's er – puking." I said. I hoped that I didn't get fired. I needed this job, no matter how irritating it can be with people yelling at you. Also, how every costumer seemed to play favorites between Luke and I. Sure, I have a problem with answering questions, or even saying 'have a nice day', but it's a working progress. I've said come again twice today, and it's starting to sound less like Apu.

He narrowed his eyes at me, as if trying to see if I was lying. And I wasn't, because if he wanted to really know, he could have just gone to the bathroom. I have his ID card too anyways. Shoot, he'll probably think that I killed him. Oh no! The kid at the employee's bathroom!

Nooooo! I thought dramatically.

Mr. D's gaze went to Miss Dodds and he walked over to the counter. He pushed me aside, not before whispering something in my ear, "I'll see you in my office," I moved out of the counter. He turned to look at me and said snapped loudly, "Bring the lovely woman another puzzle."

I don't know what was wrong with me at that moment, but I straight up freaking bowed. I don't know what on earth made me do that, but it embarrassed me when I heard some laughter in the crowd. I turned around quickly and then started muttering to myself.

Great, I thought. I embarrassed myself in front of smart people.

I saw a box of two hundred and four pieces, where it makes a picture of a lavender branch. I hummed in mock appreciation and pretended to look at it interestingly.

"Is this good old-lady material?" I asked in a whisper while I inspected it. "Oh well." I shrugged and carried it with me to the Medicine Isle.

I rattled the box in my hands while I walked through the isles, skimming my eyes on the blur of the organic pills. "Psh, lovely woman. He means, lovely wo-monster." I chuckled at my stupid joke.

"Hmph, lovely lady my royal butt." I muttered.

I tossed the puzzle box as I turned around the corner. I had enough time to catch it and I almost screamed when I saw the girl from the entrance looking at me with one book in each hand. The girl that made all of this possible.

I felt hot in my face when I stood in my full height. My eyes flickered to the books, and then back to her face. Her stormy grey eyes seemed to be studying me, as if wondering if I was good enough or something. For her information I am worth it. Pantene said so. I think Pantene said so.

Princess curls looked in my eyes and I felt like I was being graded into a big fat F. I wanted to look into her eyes forever too, let her grade me all she wants.

But then I thought about how why she'd need my help. I already screwed up once as a cashier, because I got distracted by the very same person standing in front of me – which by the way, her attractiveness wasn't helping any matters either. Who knows if I give her the wrong information, and end up messing up my chances with her?

And really, a voice said in my head. why would she give you, a teen with ADHD, a whacky name, a chance?

Oh my Gods shut up man.

Okay sorry.

I pushed my thoughts away and cleared my throat. I put on my 'I-know-everything' face, "What do you need?"

When she spoke she sounded awesome, "Do you have any idea which book is most useful in an overview of mythology? I read the summaries and I'm torn between this one" — she held up the small black paperback with a small colorful drawing of Perseus (wink) on a Pegasus with dark golden letters saying MYTHOLOGY — "and this one." her hand went up to show an even thicker book with a light brown covering and dark brown Greek inscription in it, and it said THE LIFE AND TIMES OF GREEK GODS. (So that's how her voice sounds like.)

When I saw the books, I nearly crumbled to the floor in relief. Because I knew this stuff! In my Latin class with Mr. Brunner I actually had an A+. Even with all the jumble of thoughts in my brain, I managed to keep A+. I don't know where my infatuation with this whole Greek Mythology came from (my mom assumes it's because of my biological dad, 'Poseidon'), but that's least of my problems. It's actually a subject where I don't trip over my words and second guess myself, like most of my conversations. And a bonus; I can impress her and actually make her think that I work here because I love to learn.

So with a small grin on my face I answered her, "See, it depends on whether you want the old stories, or the new and 'improved' ones." I gently got the black paperback from her hands and held it out for her to see. "This one you want to get if you're looking for a more original version. It even has pictures, which is cool when you're bored with reading, and stuff about the Gods in their Roman and Greek form. So you're looking at a cultural side of the Greek myths, since this author has a weird name." I squinted slightly at the authors' name, and gave it back to her. She took it and looked at me with her grey eyes again, and I hoped that I didn't get red.

I took the other book and gave the one I took back. I looked at the back of the cover, my heart pounding and feeling excited. I know this book; I've heard a lot of people talk about it. It's more controversial. The book slid out of my hands and it fell to the floor.

I cursed inwardly and picked it up, dusting it off softly with my hands, "Shoot, didn't mean to do that."

She smiled and I couldn't help but smile back, "It's alright. Either way, you already made me change my mind." she placed her hand on the LIFE AND TIMES OF GREEK GODS and it was placed against my chest. My ADHD and male hormones made it clear to me that her hand was just several papers away from my chest.

I barely know her, jeez!

I swallowed and tried to look like it isn't affecting me.

"You can keep that one. Thank you…" she looked at my name tag as her hand slid off and flopped back at her side. "Luke."

"Oh no, no, it's Percy, actually." I corrected, tossing the book on the shelve behind her that was full of journals.

"Johnson! The nice lady is still waiting for you to bring her needed supplies." The speakers rang out.

I smiled again at her, wishing I didn't have to leave. I wanted to stay some more, and keep looking at her. So I was sad when she turned around after the announcement was made. She probably remembered that I was a crazy guy that threw old ladies' puzzles to the trash can. Mr. Old Lady Puzzle Guy.

I picked up the puzzle and then walked to the opposite direction. I wanted to turn around and see her. But knowing my luck Manager D would keep me and then send me to the office. It was three steps before I heard my name behind me, and I turned around instantly. I resisted the urge to smile wide like a lovesick puppy.

She held up a puzzle box, shook them, and then tossed it to me. I caught it, my baseball lessons with Paul finally paying off. I turned around to look at the description, the letters were jumping around. I vaguely remembered this being on the counter, then realized that it was actually this puzzle that Mrs. Dodds got.

Puzzel Mania! 50 pieces of rtain trakcs!

I looked up at her then, feeling my heart skip a beat when I saw her looking at me with a small smile. She waved a bit and turned around.

When I went home, I ate (while thinking about her), watched my favorite TV show (while thinking about her), and then went to bed (trying to not think about her). But then it was during the night when a thought passed, making me curse loudly and caused my mom to come to my room and scold at me (saying it was rude and that Paul had to wake up early).

I didn't ask her name.