Hey guys! Here's a new story! You've probably seen this plot before, but no one ever continues the story. Before TLO. Slight AU.

No Fairytales

It was four months before camp started, four months before my possible death. I had realized about a month before during one of my hour long thinking sessions, that I had fallen in love with Annabeth Chase.

"No big surprise", you probably say. And you are probably thinking that I'll tell her and we'll live happily ever after. Well you're wrong. Horribly, horribly wrong. Fairy tales are for little kids, they put sick, twisted expectations into their mind.

There is no such thing as a Happily Ever After. Kids grow up, thinking they will have a happy life. But they question this when they are channel surfing and stumble across the news, and learn that people have died. When they learn of war. When they are harassed in the school hallways. When they learn of a teen pregnancy at their very own high school.

All these misfortunes happening around them, and they can't make it through them because they were falsely prepared. They had been taught to rely on happily ever after.

I had learned that at age twelve, when I had first witnessed three old ladies cut a piece of yarn from a giant sock. But even after three years of near death situations, I had always hung on to a little sliver of hope that I would have a happy ending.

But presently, I was picking up and putting down the phone trying to work up the courage to dial Annabeths phone number. I finally shut my eyes and dialed her number. I had memorized the number locations by heart. Ring! Ring!

"Hello?" Said the slick voice of Frederick Chase.

"Hey, it's Percy. I was just wondering, is Annabeth home?"

"Oh, Percy! Yea, um, hold on. I'll go get her."

I waited and after some shouts from her side of the phone, Annabeths soothing, giddy voice was heard.

"Hey, Seaweed Brain!"

"Hey Annabeth, I have something to tell you, so we have… no, um…I… no, not that either, um…"

"Catfish caught your tong? Just spit it out!"

"Okay, I'm just going say it as it is, Annabeth, I- I love you."

It was quiet for a few seconds before Annabeth replied, quite harshly, might I add.

"I'm sorry Percy." And then she hung up.

***

After 113 anti-depressants, 36 sleeping pills, 25 blocked phone calls from San Francisco, and a very awkward explanation to my sudden addiction to drugs to my mom, 4 months had passed and I was in a car with my mom up to camp. I was worried about seeing Annabeth again. My plan was to avoid her completely this summer. I would do my best not to train when she was training. To face the opposite way when we were eating. To only hang out with Grover and Nico. The only time I would interact with her would be strategizing with her during the war.

I suddenly became very aware of the hand moving in front of my face.

"Percy, honey, are you there?" My Moms voice snapped me back to reality.

"Yah, I'm fine." I said grabbing my duffel bag of things from off the passenger seat floor. I was most certainly not fine, but my Mom had enough things to worry about right now.

My mom and I opened our doors and walked out. I placed my duffel bag on the ground. My Mom grabbed my hands and said,

"Promise me you'll stay safe. Promise me."

I wrapped my arms around her in a hug.

"I can't promise you anything, but I'll do my best."

She let go with a sad smile.

"Just try to have fun." She said

"I'll try."

She walked to the car and slipped inside. I waved to her one last time before she was out of view. I turned around to see three silhouettes on half blood hill, with the sun set behind them. The figures were very familiar. Chiron, Grover, and… Annabeth. I felt anger pass through me with the notice of her presence.

I walk the 15-odd meters up the hill, to be greeted by Chiron first.

"Good to see you alive, child." That was Chiron for you. Never greets anybody with a 'Hello' or a 'How was your school year?'. It's always 'Glad you're not dead'.

"Good to be alive, Chiron." I said with a false smile. Another lie.

Grover and Annabeth came up to me next. I did the best I could to keep my eyes from Annabeth.

"Hey Man! How's the hole 'saving the wild' thing going?"

"Really well! I did some work in Yellowstone."

"Great!" I said walking away. It was becoming too hard to ignore Annabeth. I heard footsteps behind me. I guess that excludes Chiron and Grover.

"Percy! Didn't you see me?" I started walking even faster.

"Percy! Wait up!" I was jogging now. But unfortunately, Annabeth was still faster than me and she pulled me back. I know see how stupid my plan was.

I avoided eye contact with her.

"Percy, I-" I cut her off.

"Just stay away from me." I said coldly. I pushed her out of my way and walked back to my cabin. She just stood there, shocked.

***

"Tell me what's with you and Annabeth?!" Grover shouted at me. He had come in my cabin a few minutes after I had left the hill.

"For the last time, NOTHING IS WRONG!"

"I'm not stupid, Percy! Tell me what's wrong!"

Finally, I gave in

"She humiliated me, Grover! I told her I loved her, and she humiliated me with rejection!!" Tears were coming out of my eyes now. "And just now, she abused my feelings! She's acting like nothing's wrong at all! She leaves me Heartbroken, and then she looks like she's going to throw her arms around me and tell me she loves me!!"

Grover looked like he was guilty for pushing me for answers.

He put my hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me on my bed. He sat down next me, patting me on the back in assurance.

"Percy, I don't think she meant to do that." He said softly, Pity overflowing his eyes.

"Do you want to know something?! I ended up in the hospital from overdosing on anti- depressants! And because of her! And want to know the worst part? The worst part is that she doesn't give a DAMN about my feelings and what she's done to me!!!"

Grover looked stunned. I never swore. He knew I never swore. I put my head in my hands and let out a sob. I was so embarrassed about the overdose, It was my biggest secret. I felt like a pathetic piece of crap. I was supposed to be the hero of Olympus. I was supposed to save the world, but how could I do that when I couldn't even save myself from my own sorrow.

Grover patted me on the back again.

"Grover, no offense, but I just want to be alone." More tears were coming down my cheeks and I let out another sob. Grover nodded and walked to the door.

Before he left, he said,

"And Percy, I'm sorry." I nodded and he left, shutting the door tightly behind him.

Did you like it? A little OOC, but whatever. I enjoyed writing this a lot. I absolutely LOVE angst! Probably because I'm 1/3 Goth!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh and btw, when Percy says drugs when he's talking about his conversation with his mom, he's talking about the pills he takes for depression and sleeping. REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!