A/N: Hey Guys! I'm alive! So I posted this as part of How We Could Have Met but looking back I thought it'd be good to publish it separately so here we are. Speaking of which, I have a new update for How We Could Have Met as well as the extended version.
So for those of you who've never read this, hope you like it! Please also check out How We Could Have Met. And for those of you who have…well idk, you've read it so…idk
Shout out to my friends who suggested I write this and the movie Teri Meri Kahanni for the idea.
Here ya go:
Year: 1773
Annabeth walked out onto the cobblestone road, a basket of bread in hand. She had only just begun her journey when he brother Matthew ran out in front her almost making her lose her balance.
"Matthew!" she cried. "Go back and help father in the store!" Matthew just stuck his tongue out and ran off. She shook her head. Her brothers needed to get better manners.
Not that she could talk, she was fully capable of being a lady, but often times didn't necessarily act like one. She was not one to sit and embroider a handkerchief all day. She much rather be out and helping with the garden. But at least she had manners. Annabeth often thought her father and mother were a bit too soft on the boys.
She continued on her way to Mr. Brunner's house. He was a kind old man, who was very wise. He would be heading the carefully thought out plan tonight. That reminded her of the importance of what she was doing. Her basket not only held food but a very important letter, outlining the plans. Most people wouldn't suspect a lady to be involved in such things, which made her a perfect candidate for the job.
Her father was very active in the rebellion against the British and she was proud to say she was a patriot as well. She hadn't really minded the British until they had set such ridiculous taxes on the people. It was a burden to many. Her own father's store had suffered.
Lost in her thoughts she missed a slight hole on the stone roadway and tripped, falling forward. She braced herself, but she never met the dusty ground. She had fallen into a pair of arms that were holding her upright. She immediately strained herself out, a blush on her cheeks as she looked up to meet her savior.
He was a tall man, with dark black hair and green eyes. He was dressed a bit richly, and had a strong accent when he spoke.
"Are you okay, madam?" He asked politely. She nodded, starting to feel a bit wary. He might be a loyalist or a red coat. But he wasn't dressed in uniform if he was. Her eyes traveled to the floor where the letter had slipped out of the basket. Her eyes widened and her breath fell short.
He must not see the latter. Too late she saw that he had followed her glance and was bending to pick up the letter.
"Oh that's mine!" she cried out as his hand touched it.
He stood up and handed to her smiling,
"Here you go then." She almost let out a sigh of relief as she regained possession of the letter.
"Thank you," she smiled instead.
"Of course, it was my pleasure," he said charmingly. Annabeth had to admit he was handsome. She smiled back despite herself and her fears of where his loyalty lay.
With a small curtsey, she bid him good bye and continued on her way, feeling his eyes on her as she walked away.
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Year: 1922
"Come on Perce!" his friends called from the car. He grinned at them and hopped into the back of the car.
"Let's Go!" Leo cried out, as they sped through the streets of New York. Percy yelled with his friends at the top of his lungs as the passed around some alcohol in the back.
They finally came to a dizzying stop at a grand house, where the largest party of the night was happening. They jumped out and immediately dispersed throughout the wild party.
Percy straightened out his black vest and walked straight into the heart of the party, which was in some large ballroom. People were everywhere, some ladies gave him seductive smiles with their bright red lips and flapper costumes. He smiled back and made his way through the loud music that surrounded the room. Grabbing glasses from passing waiters he drowned three glasses of alcohol within the first seven minutes. He joined the dancing.
It was crazy. It must have been the most raging party he had gone too. The scene was extreme. Percy spent some time talking to some slightly drunk men and women who exchanged the craziest rumors on the owner of the property.
After hearing enough gossip to leave his ears ringing, and escaping a girl who had blocked his path in an attempt to dance with him, he stepped to the side. He made his way to the fountain outside. The cool night air felt good after the heat of the party. He pulled out a cigar and lit it. He took a long drag.
He had been part of the scene for a while now, it was all any young man his age should be into anyway. New York was the best place to find the scene. With it's never ending light, the city never slept. Nightclubs, bars, parties raged on well into the early hours of the morning.
Percy had been to a lot. He enjoyed himself, but he needed a breather. A voice broke him out of his thoughts,
"A young man, outside, away from the heart of the largest party in all of New York," a voice drawled out, coming up beside him,
"Rather strange don't you think?" the woman turned to face him. She had on the perfect amount of makeup and her red lips matched the elaborate red and gold sequin dress she wore. Her hair was cut into the normal short flapper bob, but it was a curly blonde. Her grey eyes shined through the artistically placed headpiece.
Percy found her attractive.
She took a sip of scotch and turned her head towards him.
"I wanted to step away for a bit," he answered.
She looked at him curiously.
"Well imagine that," she smiled though, as if she didn't meant the taunting words.
"Why are you out here, a woman such as yourself should surely be at the core of the party," he spoke to her, using the same tone she had with him.
She laughed,
"That's so. Perhaps I wanted to step out as well." There was a silence as she took another sip and he puffed out smoke.
"Do you come here often?" she spoke suddenly.
"Here, at this place? No, it's my first time."
"Well, here is where you'll find the biggest parties. They are done in the grandest way possible."
"The owner must be rich," he said looking around the vast property.
"Oh he is," she said airily. He looked sideways at her, as she took as sip and smiled, almost smirked, at him. She was definitely something.
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Year: 2014
Annabeth was walking through central park, reading. Suffice to say she had chosen a less travelled on path to get to her final destination, a park bench situated perfectly at the edge of small lake. But it must not have been her lucky day cause the next thing she knew she was on the ground, knocked over by a jogger.
She looked up to see him, he had black hair and green eyes, he looked worried as he took off his headphones and stretched out a hand to help her up.
"I'm so sorry!" he said, as she stood up and dusted herself off.
"It's fine," she said, after all she wasn't hurt and the guy seemed genuinely sorry.
"Are you sure, you're okay right?" he asked hesitantly.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Besides I shouldn't have been reading and walking anyway," she brushed it off.
"Still, I should have watched where I was going. I got distracted because one my favorite songs started playing and..." he trailed off.
Annabeth thought that the conversation was going on a bit longer than it needed too, not that she was going to complain.
"What song?" she asked.
"Oh, it's by Maroon Five," he answered.
"Oh I like them," she commented.
"Really?" he seemed surprised.
"Why is this a surprise?" she asked.
"Well, I literally ran into you, and you were reading a book and walking. I guess you just didn't...strike me as the type of person to listen to..." he trailed off again sheepishly. Annabeth didn't respond at first, which seemed to make him nervous. He rubbed the back of his neck and opened his mouth to say something more when she spoke instead,
"I guess, I'm just full of surprises then."
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