Hey PJO fanfic world! Okay so I've been on such a Percabeth kick it's not even funny (although some of the stories are). Decided to write one of my own, hope you all like it.

Disclaimer: I wish I owned PJO, then I'd cast Logan Lerman and hide him in my closet. He's such a hottie lol

Percy's POV

She was the most beautiful girl to ever walk the face of this earth.

Okay, I know that sounds strange, especially when you consider the fact I'm only sixteen and probably shouldn't think like that, but it was true. Even thinking about her makes my hair stand on end (not only my hair but a little other part of me). She walked into the ice-cream shop where I worked, and I swear every single person in the room turned to look at her. She was what I would call a stereotypical surfer girl, because she had sandy blonde hair, stormy gray eyes, and she had a tan that I could tell was most definitely not fake.

"May I have a chocolate cone?" she asked, snapping my attention back to the present. She smiled a sweet smile and I swear her voice alone melted some of my ice-cream. I wanted to say sure but I'm not sure what came out. All I could tell you was she laughed and smiled again, a smile bright enough to put the sun to shame.

"Here you are ma'am," I said, handing her a cone with two scoops of chocolate balanced on it. She smiled and handed me a five. As I rang up her order, she kept staring at me, occasionally taking a lick of her ice-cream. I went to hand her the change, but she waved her hand.

"Oh you keep it," she said with her honey sweet voice. "You deserve a little tip." She licked her cone again. God how hot was she. "I'm Annabeth. I'm new to town, do you think you could show me around?" Fuck, was this happening?

"Uh, sure," I managed to get out without making a total fool of myself. "I get off in a few minutes if you don't mind waiting." She smiled again (god I was going to have to by sunglasses) and took a seat by the window, lazily eating up the ice-cream threating to drop off the sides. I smiled and wiped down the counter, one of the last things I had to do. I undid my apron (yes, I wear one, real men always do) and tossed my gloves into the trash can just under the counter. I lifted up the section that let me in and out and approached her table. She was just finishing up, delicately wiping her fingertips on a napkin helpfully provided for you when you sat down. I smiled and offered my hand. "Ready?" I asked. She nodded and took my hand, and I led her out of the little shop and down the street.

"Percy, honey," my mom said when I walked back into the apartment that night at around eight. My shift actually ended at three but I'd spent the better part of five hours showing Annabeth around NYC. She was amazed by all the shops we had lined up on Fifth Ave, and she was thrilled to finally see the empire state building. She said she was big into architecture, even though she had dyslexia and ADHD (just like me, I might add). She also had never been to the east coast before, as she'd lived in southern California all her life with her dad, her mom, and her twin kid brothers, who she affectionately called the pests. Whenever she laughed her eyes sparkled and that made her look even more stunning, if that was even possible.

"I know I'm late, mom. And I'm sorry about that," I said as I took off my sweater and hung it on the hook by the door. "But while I was at work today I met a girl…" I didn't get much farther as mom wrapped me in a hug and crushed my lungs.

"Oh good for you Percy!" she exclaimed, making me a close relative of the tomato. "Is she cute? Where did you take her? What does she look like?" The thing about mom is she tends to ramble on when she gets excited.

"Absolutely stunning," I replied, deciding to answer the last question first. "She has blonde hair that most people with they had, and grey eyes just like the sea on a stormy day, and tan skin that people spend hundreds of dollars trying to get sprayed on themselves. Oh and I just kind of took her everywhere, as she's never been here before. And, as has been previously established, she's stunning." I sighed dreamily and then awkwardly shifted to hide my sudden….urge. If there was one thing mom didn't need to see, it was me getting a boner from a girl a barely knew. Then it stuck me. I barely knew her. Zeus above, I was in deep. I swore I'd never fall in love again, not after what happened. But here I was, falling all over again.

"Come on Percy!" Thalia said, rolling her eyes as I huffed and puffed behind her. Despite the heat and perspiration dripping down my face, I couldn't help but smile. It was her idea to hike up this "little" hill on the outskirts of New York. But her little hill was the equivalent of a small mountain. All the same, at the top, the view was breathtaking, and since I had no breath to really give, it wasn't hard to take the rest.

"Wow Thals," I huffed, taking in the scene. Beautiful rural country side spread as far as the eye could see. Rolling green hills dipped and ducked before me like postcard. Hello from Rural New York. Wish you were here! This was probably the best thing I'd ever seen, and I'd seen the New York skyline from the top of the Empire State Building. "This view is amazing!" I said. "Who knew beauty could be found in a place that's full of disgusting human interaction." Thalia gave me a weird look. "What?" I asked, feeling suddenly self-conscious.

"That has to be the deepest thing you've ever said to me," she said, a smirk playing on her lips. "How many brain cells died to make that comment?" I rolled my eyes and smiled at her. We may pick on each other a lot, but I loved her. Like, love, loved her. I didn't think I'd ever love anyone more.

"I can be deep Thals," I said, wrapping my arms around her waist. Her eyes widened at the sudden move. See, we weren't boyfriend and girlfriend or anything, but we were best friends. I'd been crushing on her for years, which slowly turned to love. I was ready to make my move. "And it's the perfect backdrop for this." I leaned in to kiss her (it would be our first), but her hand stopped me.

"Percy, I…I don't love you Percy," she said in a quiet voice. I stopped and pulled back, staring at her with what had to be my stupidest expression to date.

"What?" Another brilliant comeback for me that day.

"I'm sorry Percy," she said, sounding it. "But I don't love you. I don't even like you that way. Luke asked me out and well, how can I refuse the hottest boy in school?" My spirits were so low I was finding lava, but I wasn't about to let her know that. I put on my best fake smile and patted her shoulder in a reassuring way (or at least I hoped it was).

"I'm happy for you Thalia," I said, voice tight. "I really am." And that day, I swore I'd never love again.

It's strange how things work out. Annabeth was far better looking than Thalia (who was still dating Luke), that I could tell you. Thalia was cute in a punk kind of way, what with her black clothing and dark hair and electric blue eyes. Annabeth was comparable only to the sun, what with her soft colors and golden skin. The only thing off about her was her eyes. They reminded me of the sea on a stormy day. But I've always loved the sea. Maybe that's why I've started having feelings for her.

"Oh Annabeth," I said, sitting up in my bed. It was well after three in the morning (I could tell that without looking), and I had to be up at seven to open the shop, but I couldn't sleep. After my dream about mine and Thalia's last day as friends, I found it impossible for the sandman to visit me again and let me delve into the wonders of uninterrupted sleep. But that was okay, because it let me think of Annabeth, who was doing things to me both physically and mentally. God, I was a mess. An unstable, emotionally wrecked, stressed and strung out mess. And all because She walked into my shop that day.

I never said I was complaining.

And this is the end of the first chapter of Never Again (which I just thought off as I approached the end). Percabeth does well on here so let's see how this goes.

Trivia time! In The Lightning Thief, Grover, Percy and Annabeth meet a poodle who helps them get across the country. What color was said poodle? you get it right you'll get a shout out! Also, please don't just put the answer, leave something else, even if it's just a 'great chap' comment or something like that. Thanks a bunch if you've read this far and have actually given my story a try.