WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE
A 'HEROES OF OLYMPUS' FANFICTION
CHAPTER 1
Introduction
What happens when the worlds of two people, who are poles apart, collide? What happens when the world of a responsible, dutiful, gentleman collides with that of a rebellious, fun-loving tomboy? Or when the world of a controlled, professional young woman collides with that of a hyper, sassy and zippy young lad? In short, what happens when north and south collide? True, a hypothetical situation, but what if it got real?
Annabeth Chase sat in her car and sighed contently. Another successful, albeit taxing day at work had passed. She drove home listening to the radio which was incidentally playing "Uptown Funk". Upon finding her usual spot empty, she parked her car in the parking lot and locked it. Annabeth climbed to the third floor, opened her apartment only to find her landline ringing. She answered her phone with a hello. "Hi Annabeth, it's me, your mother." Said her mother's strained voice. Something was wrong. Annabeth frowned, but spoke in a pleasant voice.
"Hi mom, how are you?"
"I'm fine, I just wanted to talk to you about something." She replied a little awkwardly. Fortunately or unfortunately, Annabeth's mother was her boss and owner of their company, Pallas Architects.
"Is it something you need? I think I have mailed you the Parker's presentation."
"No-no, it's-it's, I just wish to spend some time with you, that's all. Would you like to have dinner with me?" she asked hesitantly.
Annabeth frowned once more. Something was definitely wrong. But she kept her voice cool. "Sure. When do you want to meet?"
"Saturday, seven o'clock, at the Big Yellow Window? Is that fine?"
"Perfect, I'll meet you there."
"All right, see you."
"See you, mother." Annabeth hung up. Something was cooking.
The screen went blank with a big neon green sign saying,
GAME OVER
PLAYER 1 PERCYJ LOSES
PLAYER 2 PIPESCLEAN WINS
"That's not fair! You cheated!" Percy shouted at his best friend.
"Oh no, I did not! It was a fair game!" Piper shouted back.
"I don't like you." Percy said, making a face.
"Yes, just because you have to drag your ass to the kitchen and cook now." Piper teased him, with a smirk plastered across her face.
Percy glared at her, but went to the kitchen. "What should I make?" he asked himself, ruffling his hair. He opened the fridge, and a packet of bread fell out. "Oh, great, that's a start." The fridge was packed with things he'd stuffed in after grocery shopping and it was all organized perfectly, all thanks to Piper, except the bread he'd thrown in last night, which kind of disturbed the decorum.
"Pipes, anything specific you want to eat?" Percy shouted out to his best friend who was sitting in the drawing room.
"Na, just make something that's edible." She shouted back.
Percy shrugged and pulled out some jelly and a jar of peanut butter, and meticulously started making his favourite sandwiches.
When he went to back to the drawing room, Piper was putting in a CD of COD.
"What will the loser do this time?" she asked, looking up at him, since she was sitting on the floor, and all six feet of Percy were looming above her, standing.
"Prank-call Leo and seduce him over the phone, in the most ridiculous voice possible." Percy smirked.
"Oh you'll do it better than me." She flashed him a grin.
"We'll see." He cheekily grinned back.
Jason rubbed his temples and sighed. Being a CEO can get a little tiring, he thought to himself. Who am I kidding? It can get more than tiring, exhausting even, but nevertheless, I love my job, he told himself. He went out to the small kitchenette attached to his office and poured himself some steaming black coffee. No milk, just two spoons of sugar, and a perfect coffee is served. He sipped it, while sorting through some papers. Jason's company, well, his father's originally, was a builder's company, they bought land, and made skyscrapers, hotels, malls, etc for other commercial companies. They earned well, certainly, because they were the best in the USA. It's obvious that a company that builds so much always needs architects, for that, they were in a long-term and friendly collaboration with another top company, Pallas Architects, who had been allies since the beginning of both corporations. These two companies were pretty much working hand in hand. Their owners too, were close friends. So much so that their children had grown up together, and were inseparable, even if they didn't get along with their respective parents.
Jason checked his email, only to find a mail from Annabeth. She had scanned and sent him the blueprint of the next skyscraper to be built. He smiled to himself as he thought of her. She was always on time. This reduced his stress a bit as he could now scratch off one thing from his to-do list. He forwarded the presentation to his client for approval, and leaned back in his seat. Jason wondered if he would ever be able to run his company properly without such an efficient collaborator.
As soon as he was done with work, he drove home and ran straight for the shower. The hot water helped relax his tense muscles, and he crashed into bed after ditching his towel for his pyjamas. As if to disturb his peace, the wretched phone rang it's obnoxiously loud ring, or was it obnoxious because he was just about to doze off?
He picked it up and said, "Hello?"
"Evening, son. It's me, your father."
Why. Jason thought to himself.
"Yeah dad, what can I do for you?" he checked the clock, it was ten in the night. Something was up, his father never called him after nine.
"I need to meet you, when can you make it?"
"I could have lunch with you on Sunday, I'm busy before that."
"Alright, see you then."
"Fine, dad." He hung up and dozed off as soon as his head touched the pillow.