This fanfiction was actually born from an idea on my phone! It starts with Annabeth Chase's parents wanting her to get a job, then. . .You'll have to wait and see! Please R&R, don't know how good this will be, but reviews are highly appreciated! Kaykay, bye, and remember to R&R!

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~The Babysitter~ 384

~*~*Chapter One*~*~

~*The First Day*~*~

_~Annabeth's P.O.V.~_

"So, Thals," I say. "How was your date with Luke?" She makes a disgusted face at me. "I'm so done with boys," she says bitterly. "Luke was a total jerk. I had to pay for the food, and he was on his phone the whole freaking time!" I watch her roll up her straw wrapper and flick it at a nearby table in the food court. "Sorry about that, but don't give up on boys. There's still Nico!" The wrapper hits a girl in the forehead. She has short, wavy brown hair and light brown eyes. When she sees who flicked the wrapper, she pales and turns around. Thalia does look pretty intimidating; she has black spiky hair, electric blue eyes, and she's very tall. She's wearing blacking eyeliner and black nail-polish. Her outfit is a gray t-shirt that says Death to Barbie on the front with a black leather jacket over it, black skinny jeggings with noticeable silvery threads in them, and blood red Converse shoes.

Thalia blushes at the sound of his name. "No way! He's like, two years younger!" she says, turning red in the face. "So? Tris Prior was younger than Tobias, and they were in love!" I point out to her. (I had to throw that Divergent reference in!) "Well, this isn't Divergent," she says, pushing her slice of pizza around on her plate. "Come on, give him a chance. He looks seventeen anyway, so it's not like you'll be embarrassed walking around with him. Admit it, he's kind of cute, too. Plus, he's turning sixteen soon, so it won't be that much of an age difference." She shrugs and begins eating her food, which is most likely cold. Sometimes I wish Thalia would open up to me, express her feelings for once.

She doesn't like talking about things like this, though. I wish for once she would act like a girl. I shake my head, and try changing the subject, "Anyway, do you know any place or anyone who's hiring? My parents say I have to get a job." She nods her head, taking a big bite of her pizza. "Meh uncle Possedon is lookin' fur a bibysitter," she says with her mouth full. I take a french-fry from my plate. "What?" I ask. Thalia swallows hard. "My uncle Poseidon is looking for a babysitter. He has to leave for a buisness trip this weekend. It pays eight dollars an hour for two days. You interested?" I nod. "How many kids?" I ask. "Well, it's actually two kids and a teenager. A six-year-old girl named Delilah, an eight-year-old boy named Tyson, and a sixteen-year-old guy, Percy," she says.

"I have to babysit a teenager?" I ask. Thalia smiles. "Just keep him away from sharp objects, or anything dangerous in particular. He's ADHD." I nod nervously. "Good to know." When she finishes off the rest of her food, she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. "Let's go. I want to get those boots I saw the other day," she says. We throw away our trash and head for Journey's.

~*~*I'm Just a Page Break, Don't Mind Me*~*~

Mr. Jackson presses a bronze colored key in my palm. He smiles at me. "Be careful," he says, "and good luck." I smile back at him, feeling nervous. I watch as he gets into his midnight blue Toyota and drives away, then unlock the door. It's complete chaos inside. Someone is failing at playing a guitar, and throwing loud strings of curses wildly. There are NERF darts everywhere and pillows thrown across the floor, and stacks of papers and a few cardboard boxes litter the rooms. I hear children screaming and laughing and the sound of things being thrown. I hear something glass shatter, and follow the noise. I end up in a room filled with toys. There are shelves lining the back wall, which are stocked with enough game-boards, figurines, and bins filled with dolls to last two lifetimes. A teenage boy sits on an orange beanbag playing an acoustic guitar. Two little kids are yelling and shooting each other with NERF guns and occasionally whacking each other with foam swords.

"Shut up!" he says, focusing on the guitar strings. I clear my throat. "Excuse me!" I say loudly. They ignore me and continue their chaos. I rub my head and yell, "ALRIGHT!" They all freeze and turn their attention to me. Good, that wasn't as hard as I thought. "I'm Annabeth. Your dad put me in charge while he's gone. Now everyone calm down!" I examine the broken window and sigh. "While I go call someone to fix this, all of you clean this glass up," I explain. "No way!" the guy says. I bite my lip to keep from screaming at him. "I am the only thing standing between you and humiliation, Percy," I say, saying his name in a way that makes him stick his tongue out at me.

"So I suggest you do what I'm telling you. Delilah, you can come with me." I smile at the little girl so I don't seem too scary. It seems to work, because she drops her toy weapons and grabs my hand. "Why doesn't she have to help?" Tyson asks. "She's only six. I don't want her getting hurt," I tell him.