AN: Alright, no killing or mauling me if this is horrible, ok? I honestly don't have very high hopes for this myself, but oh well. We all gotta start from somewhere, eh? :) This is a songfic, by the way. Before you start going, "A 3 year old could write better!" let me tell you that this is a quick writing exercise. Setting is kind of a dystopian version of Camp Jupiter, cuz you know, Octavian is in charge and Gaea won the war.
Disclaimer: Is Rick Riordan a girl? Is Troye Sivan a girl? I thought not.
Percy groaned. Just my luck. Annabeth is DEAD. Octavian and Gaea have won the war, and I'm stuck in hiding! Who would have thought that the great Hero of Olympus would have been reduced to a depressed husk of a man.. He walked through one of New Rome's many malls. Glancing around he saw the normal. Teens humping each other, the heavy smell of cigarettes, the dirty air...As cars roared down the street, bright lights flashed on. I'm just a nobody in this huge crowd. The so called "normal" people are all at bars, smoking and flirting. I can't do that! Once again, he groaned and collapsed.
Annabeth drunkenly staggered into the mall, a nearly empty bottle of vodka in her hands. Why do I even bother to live anymore?! Percy's gone! Luke and Thalia are dead to me! The legendary Seven have been split apart! she screamed to herself. I have no friends, nobody to hold onto...she thought grimly. Still, she walked on, glancing at the latest fashions. Snakeskin coats, lion headed boots? What is this world coming to? She passed a plastic surgery place. Why not. She trudged in and got a Botox injection. Gucci purses? Sure! Cocaine? Alright! Do I even care anymore? All I have is time and money. Suddenly, her gray eyes cleared from their haze as they lit up. A few paces ahead, she saw a familiar black mop of hair. No..he died in the fight against Gaea and Octavian...it just can't be him. Besides, nobody here cares about appearances! They only care about getting laid. Back in the old world, everybody brushed their hair neatly. Not here! For all you know, he could be a hobo waiting to rape me! Just don't get your hopes up, Annabeth...
"Percy?" she whispered. The man dejectedly lifted his head. Happiness coursed through Annabeth. Those sea green eyes...
"Is that you?" Percy mumbled.
Sea green locked onto stormy gray.
"Wise girl..."
"Seaweed brain..."
As the two collided in an embrace, the world around them became a little brighter to. Their tears were dried, with nothing but happiness numbing their insides. For the first time in quite a bit, their hearts stopped aching. No depression, sadness, or heartbreak was there anymore. There was no need for anti-depressants now. As long as they were together, they could be each other's happy little pill.
