Okay, I'm Back. It's been what, a year perhaps, probably a year and a half since I took my break. I dunno where this resurgence has come from. Might possibly be due to me being bored with exams coming up. Anyway, here's my new story. Annabeth Chase, a rich(ish) architect from San Fran, Percy Jackson, a rapper who is strugglin (I know y'all don't like rap, but this is worth it. Trust, please give it a chance). They grew up together, what happens whwn fate brings them together. This is their story.
ALSO: Please ignore the cheesy title, I'm tired and can't think of a better one
Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson
The Fight For Success
Chapter 1
I had had a pretty shitty day. I felt I was completely justified in saying that. Like any bad day, it started off with me waking up and just knowing that it was going to be a bad day. I had woken up late, by about twenty minutes. I had got up, changed and washed, deciding that breakfast wasn't important before heading outside to the car that me and my boyfriend owned. I then proceeded to shout a swear word very loudly, making a few people out on the street look at me in a very disapproving way. Through my head went how fucking stupid I had been. How the hell could I have forgot that James was going to the hospital to visit his mom this morning, taking our luxury Mercedes C-class with him. I had walked briskly to the bus stop, ignoring the cat-calls and whistles from some ignorant teenagers, only for the bus to be ten minutes late. After I had arrived at work, I was told off by my boss. Then, my partner in the architecture firm I work for came up to me and reminded me that we had a job pitch in five minutes, which I still hadn't set up for. As a result, I didn't make a good first impression on our possible future clients, and while the pitch went well, the fact that they didn't accept on the day was due to the fact that they didn't trust our timing, due to me. Like I said, today was going badly.
I then got a bad bout of flu which forced me to leave work early, and I like my work. However, the flu did seem to clear up as soon as it had come, as I felt fine when I got back home. The only problem was that James had got back, and he was drunk. I shouted at him for it, and we ended up getting it yet another fight, which ended with me leaving the house a teary eyed wreck. Now, I don't go to bars where there was no music and only drinking very often, but I needed to chill. I occasionally get dragged along by James, but mainly I go out clubbing with my friends. Also, the sicky feeling I had had earlier had returned, although I felt that was more to do with the fight with James than the flu thing. I knew I shouldn't be so tough on James, I mean, he only started drinking properly when his mom was admitted to hospital, but it was so hard living with someone who has a... problem, I guess you'd call it.
This is where my day had got up to. This is what my life had led me to at this particular moment. I was sitting in some bar in San Francisco, with a half-full bottle of Becks open in front of me. Oh, I still haven't introduced myself. I'm Annabeth Chase, a twenty four year old Architect who is currently living in California, although my family roots are in the Deep South. And before you all question me, I have no trace of a southern accent. Anyway, I was here contemplating on my life when I felt someone pull up to the bar stool next to me, which I was pretty pissed off with because there were at least two seats with no-one next to them a bit further down, which probably meant it was a guy trying to hit on me. I didn't look up from staring at my drink to see who it was whether he was good looking.
"I'll have a 1664 please" the guy asked the bartender. I recognised the voice from somewhere, but I couldn't remember where. I was still trying to recall when the man received his drink. I could feel him turn towards me. "Hey."
I turned to look at him, about to tell him to piss-off, when I caught a look at his face, and a smile broke out on my face. I was faced with a decent looking man, with black hair and slightly pale skin. "Nico di Angelo" I said. "How in the gods names did you find me in this bar."
"Oh, I was slightly lucky on that account actually" he replied. "I was in my car, just pulling up outside your house, when you came out crying and shit, so I got out and followed you in here."
"Stalker" I said with a smirk on my face. "If you were following me, how come it took you so long to pull up to the bar? I've been in here for about fifteen minutes."
"I know it sounds stupid" he said, chuckling slightly. "But I needed the toilet, and there was a queue in here, so I had to go up the block to another one, which was then closed, and I've been to about five places before I found a place I could go."
I laughed a bit, before brushing a loose strand of my curly blond hair out my face, and tucked it behind my ear. "Why are you here Nico?"
"I'm having a... I'm not really sure what you'd call it actually" he said, looking thoughtfully around the room. "A reunion perhaps, for people who I've met all around places."
"And this reunion is when?"
"Tomorrow night, at my place at seven. Wear nice clothes, as it's a formal thing and you can bring your partner" he said, answering my following questions before I could ask them. He laughed at my slightly shocked and confused face. "I've been doing a lot of this recently, so I'd knew what you'd ask." This pretty much answered my confusion.
"Where do you live by the way?"
"Oh, it's not too far from here" he said, before grabbing a napkin and writing down his address on the napkin, and passing it to me. "Anyway, I gotta go, so I'll see you tomorrow. We can catch up then." Before he got up and headed to the door.
"Nico, wait" I called, standing up in the process and rushing over to him. He turned and I embraced him, before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "See ya" I said simply, and he turned his back on me and headed into the warm night. I was left on my own, wondering what the party would be like. I smiled, remembering what good friends me and Nico used to be. I left the bar and wandered home, thinking about how I'd like to meet Nico's two cousins who i'd heard he had. If they were half as funny as him then I'd be cool with them.
Alright, I know it's a bit shit, but its only to get the ball rolling, y'know.
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See ya, I'll try and get another chapter up Tomorrow or Monday