Author's Note:

Hello everyone! Here I am with another Percabeth fluff. This would be my second multi-chaptered story as my first one somehow got deleted although I have no idea how. And I would like to say that I would update this story after 1 March since I would be giving my IGCSE examination in two days.

I would love to know how you all find this chapter, I would try to update it in between but I cannot guarantee it. Please please do leave a comment, review and criticism in the review section. I would be extremely ecstatic if you all loved this chapter because I haven't written Percabeth in a very long time.

So, Enjoy!

Mystery behind those eyes.

Chapter 1:

"How long?" Annabeth Chase asked her mother peering from her book. Her mother gave a look at her father who held his two fingers out; two more minutes.

She slumped in her seat, and her mother gave her a stern look. "Annabeth, you are twenty one for goodness' sake! stop behaving like a child!" she scolded her.

Her mother's eyes grey—same as hers—asked a silent question. Annabeth rolled her eyes, because she didn't need to tell her mother how she hated her neighbour. And the fact that they were returning Manhattan because she got a job there and also because they already had a house there just hieghtens her irritation.

Of course, those sea-green eyes still haunted her sometimes, but she had forgotten them in the last five years only to be reminded again. She sighed, running her fingers through her tied up blond curly hair.

Raising her eyes, her gaze met the beautiful gate of a two story building, with an attic on top. It was painted with light colours—light cream and faint brown—making her remember all the good and the bad memories. The door knob turned and her legs started moving forward, as a smile crept on her face.

Nothing had changed, she mused. The staircase was—of course the same spiral turning—and the two rooms on the either side of the stairs overlooked the hallway they all entered. Towards her right was a kitchen open and spacious, decked up with everything needed. And to her left was a store room closed as always. She could never forget how she would always end up over there whenever she would be sad.

Whenever that idiot...

She shook her head, now was not the time to glum over something that only past held. "Annabeth, aren't you going to greet your neighbours? I thought you'd be excited." her father asked her with a friendly smile.

She snorted, he very well knew what had transpired between her and him. "Dad.." she said in a threatening voice and laughed.

"I wouldn't say I'm sorry just yet." her father teased her, making her wince as she realized that her mother might call the JAckson's over for dinner.

"Bobby! Mathew! And Annabeth! Hurry up we have been invited by the Jacksons this evening for dinner!" Annabeth rolled her eyes, she really needed to stop guessing.

Her father passed her a mixed look, curious being one of them. She met his eyes and he smiled at her apologetically.

Surely, this would hurt. After being bullied by him when she had been just a year younger, only to find out that he had done it to through the actual bullies off was certainly hurting. Because she only found out after she left him.

And that was ten years ago. She took a deep breath as she closed the door of her room. She apporached the window, smiling as memories flooded through. Delighted that nothing had been built over that place—the starting point of a beach—her dad wanted her mom to be happy because she found the sea calming.

And Annabeth just inherited the trait. But, along with that came the eyes of the very person she would meet this evening.

Percy Jackson.

xxx

"I see. Marco, you can ask Juliana to transport those fisheries to the other company as soon as they agree to collaborate with our group. Jade, make sure all the council members are not arguing again. And Luke—" he frowned, as he watched the blonde grinning ear to ear.

"You wouldn't punish me, now Percy. Will you?" he asked, mischief hidden deep within those light blue eyes. The sea green eyes swirled and darkened like the harsh sea under a thunderstorm.

"Woah, no need to be so dissapointed, okay? I was just running through when I crashed into that secretary again." he said with a laugh, holding his hands up in surrender.

Percy sighed, running his hands through his shabby black hair. He knew how messy they were—like his father's—but he could do nothing to straghten them. No gel would hold it still.

"Luke Castellan, you do know that I am still pissed off, don't you?" he asked in a threatening tone. Luke shrugged and took his seat.

Percy dropped the subject and continued to assign the work. He would be going home in a few more minutes until he was satisfied that everyone were working.

Soon, he was writing an account looking through the reports sent to him by his secretary.

"Hey, Perce. You said dinner at your place dude. Come on, you don't wanna be late." a voice burst through the silent room jerking Percy from his concentration. He frowned, and Luke had to roll his eyes as his workaholic friend.

"Wait, I'm on it in a moment. Just let me wrap this up." he said.

He somehow had a twist in his stomach, a feeling that meant he was forgetting something important. Otherwise, he would never get this feeling.

Little did he know how right his gut was.

xxx

"Percy, how many—Oh hello, dear. I didn't know you were coming." Sally said in a surprised tone as soon as a mob of blond hair popped beside Percy who was removing his shoes crouched down.

Luke grinned ear to ear, "Your son doesn't know when the sun sets or rises. You would faint with the amount of work he does everyday!" Luke said exasperatedly. Percy rolled his eyes, "Don't listen to him, mom. And by the way, why do I smell turkey? You usually cook it for—"

"Oh, yes! I almost forgot! Come on, both of you. Freshen up because the Chase have just moved next door and I have invited them for dinner. They will be here any minute now. Quick both of you. And Luke, thank you for stopping by. I'm glad Percy isn't friendless." Sally said with a touch of fondness in her voice. Luke smiled at her, the feeling of a motherly love just seemed to overwhelm him.

Sally sighed, wishing her son would recover from the last tragedy.

When she got into an accident...

Sally knew her son loved her, he would always ramble about her emerald green eyes and red hair. But after finding out that she died, he was never the same.

He still looked every bit handsome, his built was envied by many and admired by many. She would proudly declare that he was her son.

"Sally, honey where did you put my tie?" her husband's voice came from the other room.

She rolled her eyes, "Yes I'm coming." some people never change.

xxx

TING TONG!

A slight shuffle and then the door clicked open, revealing the most handsome man she had ever seen. He was staring at her, unblinking. She would have broken the stare; but something nagged her. Those eyes—she had seen them before—but they were not the same. They were sea-green alright but they didn't have the light like before. His eyes were blank, not an emotion crossed his face.

"Annabeth." his voice was deep, she could grant him the title of the most sexiest man in the world, he screamed perfection.

She smiled weakly, knowing now who this God was. "Percy, after a long time." she said wistfully. It was awkward, granted they both never spoke to each other after she left.

He nodded, not bothering to throw a smile back. "Good to see you to, Annabeth." he stepped away as her family came inside, amused by the exchange as he hadn't bothered to acknowledge them.

The answer to that was his heart, it was beating like crazy and he just couldn't get the image of the beauty in front of him. Sure, she was beautiful but she can never be Rachel Dare.

I love you.

He blinked, he didn't need to remember those words now that he knew he could never say them. He closed the door and quietly went inside the dining room, taking his seat across Annabeth and beside Luke.

"Hello, I'm Luke Castellan. This workaholic's best friend. And you lovely lady are?" he asked, sporting his charming smile. Percy rolled his eyes, now that he caught sight of a gem, he threw himself into the gauntlet. Only difference is that he never stayed committed.

She gave him a half smile, "Annabeth Chase, Percy's childhood friend and neighbor. Although I moved to San Fransisco for sometime." she admitted to him.

Percy pretended to be very interested in his shoe as she called him her friend. He always thought she would continue to hate him as he had done awful to things to her.

Not to mention bully her.

"How nice to meet you again, Percy." Fredrick—Annabeth's father said with a smile, holding his hand out. Percy nodded briefly and shook his hand, resuming to whatever task he was doing.

He only wished she would ignore him. He was tired of squealing and clingy women. He was done with women for now.

And he prayed with all his might she would never fall in love with him. Because he would not return her feelings at all.

Author's Note:

How was it? Good/bad/needed improvement?

This story was actually orginally written by me to a friend because she asked me to write something romantic since she was too lazy to write anything for herself. My other friends approved of the idea behind it and I got inspired to write it.

P.S. I would continue this story after receiving the postive reviews, I don't mind criticism but I need to know if you all like it.

Goodbye!(Meet you next chapter, hopefully on 2 March)