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Annabeth Chase... Annabeth Chase... That was one of the most known names out there, but at the same time, it wasn't. Annabeth Chase was the hot, intelligent girlfriend of Percy Jackson, the guy who saved Olympus countless times. But he was fictional. Annabeth Chase on the otherhand, was quite the opposite. While she kept it anonyomus to the public, Annabeth Chase was the author of the fictional boy. She went to school during the day and was bullied, but when she came home, she opened up her computer and wrote of her ideal dream life. The last thing she was expecting was to have her fictional boyfriend take a trip to her world.

Annabeth sat on the edge of the California shore, the sea breeze blowing her hair every-which way. Her blank expression stared out into the vast empty Pacific ocean, her mind lost in deep thought. Annabeth came here at least twice a week for inspiration; the calm, peacefulness always helped her think when she was stressed - like now. Her blonde curly hair was messier than usual, skin was rather pale, and eye bags were visible on the young adult. She was insanely tired but she couldn't get a wink of sleep as she was pressed with a deadline. That wouldn't of been so bad if it were not for the fact that Annabeth was having her largest writer's block to date.

Annabeth brought her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on them, letting out a shaky sigh. She tunneled her feet deep into the sand, letting the pieces fall in between her toes as she tried to come up with a new idea. The young bestselling author had written as much as could for the characters and starting out a brand-new series with a new idea was not an option at this point. The people wanted more, the publisher wanted more, her parents wanted more - but that was the one thing Annabeth couldn't give them. The two book series she had written, the second one being a sequel series to the first, were amazing. But the last book to the second series was a real ending. It was hinting that the characters had a happily ever after. She didn't know how to continue it as there was no cliffhanger for a third.

Annabeth felt like the weight of the world rested on her shoulders. Her parents did a contract with the publisher without her consent. The girl found herself getting zapped into a flashback...

"You did what?" Annabeth fumed.

"The family needs more money!" her mother narrowed her eyes at Annabeth. "The boys need a college fund."

"With my money from the work that I do?" Annabeth shouted."Without asking me first? Why don't you use what I've already given you?!"

"You need to help support the family if you live under this roof!"

"What? Is the millions of dollars not enough to satisfy you?" Annabeth spat. "That's more than enough to get a college fund for the boys! That's enough to pay for hundreds of kids' college funds! I bet you just want more money to buy another expensive beach house in the Bahamas to show off to your friends!"

Fredrick sighed. "Helen, Annabeth is-"

"-perfectly able to help out the family financially," her mother said, sending a quick glare to her husband. "And you, young lady, are more than aware that our family used that money to pay bills and for a larger home. We're finally out of that terrible shack we called a house! And you have the ability to make the family even more financially stable!"

"I already have!"

"She's just a girl," Annabeth's father said exasperatedly.

"A very talented girl that the family could use as a financial advancement."

"Helen!" Annabeth complained. "I'm a teenager, not a slave!"

"You may only address me as 'mother' or 'mom," the women scowled. "And we don't ask that much out of you!"

"You're more like a manager than a mom!" Annabeth screamed. "You expect me to write and write and never stop! It was just a hobby and you've turned it into a full-time job! You didn't even read my books!"

"Yes, I most certainly did," Helen scoffed.

Fredrick looked at her with surprise and Annabeth rolled her eyes at the both of them.

"Yeah, right," Annabeth glared, crossing her arms. "If you really did then you would have grounded me for a lifetime for the lead female role's family."

Helen studied the teenager carefully. "Why?" she questioned. "What's the family have to do with grounding you?"

"My point exactly - you didn't read them!" Annabeth laughed humorlessly. "You only see me as a way for easy cash. A one way trip to easy street. You act like I don't exist!"

"We care for you, Annabeth," Fredrick said softly. "We love you."

"If you truly care for me, then you would have read my books. Maybe then you'd see life from my eyes," she growled before stomping up the stairs to her room, slamming the door behind her.

Annabeth fell backwards on to the sand and groaned. Sure, maybe her life wasn't as bad as her main character's life, Percy Jackson (That boy was always getting himself into life-threatening trouble.), but it was certainly terrible.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" she shouted at the sky, her eyes closed tight. "Should of never entered that writing contest!"

"Writing contest?" a voice questioned. The voice was deep and incredibly, Annabeth dared to admit, sexy.

"Yes," she sighed, rubbing her temples. "Hi there. Whomever you are."

"Why don't you call me 'Nobody', Annabeth?" the voice laughed. "Been a while since anyone has called me that."

"...You-You recognize me?" the girl gulped.

"Obviously I recognize you," the voice laughed. "You okay? And what's this about a writing contest?"

"I'm sorry, sir. I cannot say the same," she sighed. "I don't know you... I mean, I don't recognize your voice." She ran a hand through her hair. "I hope you're not a paparazzi who managed to trace me, which sadly, I think you are."

The boy laughed and sat down next to her. "Good one... Wait, why are your eyes closed?"

"I don't want you to mock me," she said weakly. "People tease me about my eyes, 'Nobody'."

"Who did?" the voice said sternly. "I will kill them and-"

Annabeth laughed, "For a stranger, you sure are violent and overprotective."

"Annabeth, I'm being serious. Who. Mocked. You."

She shook her head, "Don't worry about it, Nobody. They're just stupid annoying teenagers."

"Annabeth-"

"They'd all treat me like royalty if they knew what I did after school," the blonde frowned. "Now why don't you answer my questions?" she interrupted. "How did you recognize me and how did you find me? And more importantly, how much do I have to pay to keep this conversation confidential?"

"Wise Girl, what on earth are you talking about?"

Annabeth froze and her eyes snapped open. She quickly looked away from the boy so he wouldn't see her shed a tear. Out of all the things he could call her, it had to be that name. "Don't mess with me. It's not funny. Answer my questions. I'll call the cops and tell them you're harassing me."

"What?"

"How dare you call me that name?" she said, hurt in her voice. "It's not funny!"

"I-Wha-Are you okay?!" the voice rushed out.

"Just go away," she spat. "I don't need some idiot to come tease me about my writing. Screw the world if they knew I wrote the books. Go blab to all of them that the author is Annabeth Chase! I'll just go run off to some foreign country... I'd just go into hiding..."

"What in Hades are you talking about?!"

"You know exactly what I'm-" she whipped around but halted when she came face-to-face with 'Nobody'. Her eyes went wide as she stared at the person. The messy raven-black hair, the swirling sea-green eyes, the chiseled jawline, and the lean yet muscular figure.

It couldn't be... but yet... it had to...

"What's wrong?" he repeated, staring back at her. "Please, you're scaring me."

"P-P-Per-Percy?" she stammered, stumbling on her arms backwards. "You're-You're-It's y-you!"

"Annabeth?" he asked with concern. "I'm so confused right now, please tell me what's going on. Please. I want to help you, you know that."

"How-What-Why-"

"Wise Girl," he said, more sternly. "Tell me what's wrong."

And that's when she fainted.

I think it's a bit rushed, but it's what I'm posting. Working on chapter two A.S.A.P. and still need to write a chapter for Aphrodite's Exchange Program. Sorry I haven't written lately - my life is getting flipped upside down so it's hard to find time to write.

Tell me what you think!

The next chapter should be better... hopefully.