Disclaimer: HALF the plot of this story is not mine. It was inspired by 'Playing for Keeps'. I do not own the characters except Noah and a few others.

A/N: This is a very special story treat for all of you. Inspired from the movie "Playing for Keeps". Thus, this story was born. I really hope it was as hilarious reading it for me to write it.

Oh, and this is NOT an AU.

~PROLOGUE~

"Hey, man. What's up?"

"Oh, G-Man. Everything's cool." I answered, smiling widely at my best friend. Yup- we're still best friends.

"You look like you're waiting for someone."Grover commented.

He turned to look behind him to catch his 7 year-old son Charlie. Charlie laughed and playfully kicked his leg, continuing to run again. Grover sighed exhaustedly.

For the hundredth time, I checked my phone again for any incoming calls. I groaned. No such luck, though.

"Annabeth's late. Noah's joining this soccer thing and all. I just don't want her to mess up his first practice, that's all." I replied.

Grover just smiled and sighed again.

"Man, you gotta learn how to relax sometimes. It's Annabeth. She must have gotten carried away in those talk shows again or Nat Geo. Chill..."

I rolled my eyes at his comment.

Suddenly my phone vibrated in my hand. Grover laughs his ass off for no apparent reason all.

It was a call from Annabeth. I answered it, pleading with Charlie to please shut his dad up.

"Percy, I am so very, very sorry. Noah couldn't find his backpack and Louis was making a huge fuss about his missing documents and the traffic here makes me wanna commit suicide and it's just that the documents not really lost just now, just in his trunk and I wish I knew how it-" Annabeth kept rambling on and on.

"Seriously, Annabeth- I'm trying to care about Louis' documents but- I really don't. Just please get here real quick. Their coach is freaking here already." I told her.

I can't believe I just realized Grover wasn't laughing any more but was instead already at the field.

"Okay, Mr. Responsible, don't you dare try to sass me. We'll be there in five minutes." Annabeth said in such a tone I could almost see her rolling her intense grey eyes, those beautiful eyes Noah had inherited.

I sighed, hearing her muttering something incoherent but no doubt rude.

I ended the call and placed my phone in my pocket. As usual, I think about how it would've went if we hadn't got divorced. I would get to see my son everyday instead of just weekends and Noah probably wouldn't be late right now force his first soccer training.

Which in all sense itself isn't fair since it was a weekend and she's practically hijacking my time with Noah.

Soon, I hear the violent screechings of wheels and it took no genius to figure out who the driver was.

Annabeth Chase. Worst driver on the freaking planet.

Only a driver as terrible as Annabeth was could tell you she'd arrive in five minutes and actually get there in three seconds. Literally.

A/N: This was a prologue so naturally, it was short. But stick with me and I'll show you the ups and downs of a Percy Jackson life. Please- follow, favourite and review to tell me what you thought of it.

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