I could hear classical music, blasting from someone's speakers like they were jamming out to punk rock or whatever. Seriously, I'd hate to see the poor person who listens to Mozart. Wasn't he the twinkle twinkle dude? How fun would car rides be with this guy? I'm guessing no fun at all.

"Percy!" I sat up from my bed, opened my door, and ran down, finding my mother. "Yes, Mom?" I asked, eager to please her. What? I'm a Momma's boy. "Oh, dear," she stood up when she saw me. She was in the garden, picking out flowers. She brushed the wrinkles out of my shirt and I frowned. "We have new neighbors and I made them blue cookies and am picking out our best flowers! I want you to deliver them next door and then help them unpack, alright?" I pouted but nodded my head. She took off her gardening gloves and patted my head. "Good boy, now run upstairs and get cleaned up. Don't wanna make a bad first impression do we?"

I ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Who knew, maybe Mom would give me a cookie or two if I behaved. Maybe the neighbors would give me some of the cookies. When I got into my room, I noticed the music had gone down and was playing at the only acceptable volume classical music should be played at: zero volume bars. I threw off my shirt and picked out one from my drawers, conducting the sniff test to see if it was all right. Eh, not bad. I picked out another and did the same. I grinned, it doesn't smell bad, but it doesn't smell good either. I had one arm through the sleeve of my school swim shirt before the classical music started back up again.

I whined as I stomped toward my window. I opened it and shouted out, "Hey, turn off the music!" The music kept on playing. A girl danced into view and… my gods she was shirtless. She only had on a… a… female chest constrictor and was wearing short shorts. She had an iPod with earbuds plugged in and really did look like she was jamming out to punk rock as I'd said earlier. Ah, the classical stuff was probably to mislead her parents. Her blonde princess-looking curly hair was in a messy ponytail and she had a tan, athletic figure. She looked about five foot nine. Or something. She twirled and nodded her head aggressively several times, biting her lip and squeezing her eyes shut. She grabbed a frilly dress that made me cringe and began to put it on. She opened her eyes and- we made eye contact.

Her eyes were a stunning gray, looking like they were calculating me and thinking of the best way to take me down. They were so intimidating, I actually flinched and tripped backward over my own feet. When I stood up again, she was glaring at me. I stared at her. She was gorgeous. Gods, Perce, you're, what, seventeen years old now? Stop staring and say something.

I wet my mouth, "Uh-um, hi ther-"

"Perv!" The girl screamed before drawing her curtains closed. I hadn't even been staring… there!

And only then did I realize she was my new next door neighbor.

Dam it.

Sorry for the first upload! It's only my third day using fanfiction as a writer! Thanks to two reviewers glodkies and Qwertywerido for pointing that out for me!