Please read: I wrote this story on my other account about two years ago? I don't remember cx but anyways I deleted it along with my account but now I'm rewriting this because I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope you like it as well!

Btw BoO hasn't happened, just the Giant War happened and they won and yeah AND I HAVEN'T READ BoO YET SO NO SPOILERS PLEASE I'LL CRY

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO

Chapter 1

Annabeth

Annabeth stepped inside of the JFK airport and took in her surroundings. She was finally here, praise the gods. People were bustling around, some running trying to catch their flight, others dressed for business trips, and others trying to keep their kids in check as they tried to go about on their family vacation.

Annabeth gripped the handle of her suitcase before heading towards the exit was. Her dad had told her that her aunt would be waiting to pick her up to bring her back to their house.

She was a little skeptical about the idea of coming to New York to live with her aunt, who she's met a total of three times, and her cousins, who she hasn't seen since they were three.

Now she was seventeen, and nervous as hell.

As soon as she stepped outside, but cool September air had hit her face like little needles. She had spent the last few weeks in California with her dad and stepbrothers, and was used to the warm weather of San Francisco, but now she was in the cool New York, and she had to adjust.

After the Giant War, Annabeth had enjoyed her summer at Camp Half-Blood with her friends, and was lucky to just relax, but in the beginning of August she went back to San Francisco to see her dad, before she came back to New York for the whole school year.

She was nervous, but also excited. Percy was in New York, and that was all the more reason to come. She didn't know when she'd get to see him, but she hoped it would be as soon as possible.

She stood outside in the slightly chilly air, as she glanced around looking for any sign of her aunt.

"Annabeth!" someone called. Annabeth looked up and grinned when she saw her aunt walk towards her. Her aunt had long brown hair, and bright blue eyes. She was a young woman, maybe in her thirties. She was a taller woman, with long legs, and she came over to Annabeth, with the biggest smile she's ever seen, plastered on her face.

She gave her a big hug, and Annabeth smiled at her. She liked her aunt, she just felt like she was intruding, having to live with her aunt and her two cousins for a whole year.

"Hi Aunt Ronnie," Annabeth said.

"How are you, darling?" her aunt said, "I haven't seen you since you were ten!"

Annabeth smiled and followed her towards the car that was parked on the side of the curb.

"I'm okay," Annabeth said. It was kind of hard to explain to her aunt that they just completed another war against mythical giants, so she figured just the word 'okay' covered it all.

"That's wonderful!" her aunt chimed. She was a little too chirpy for Annabeth's liking, but it was tolerable.

"Oh let me take that," her aunt said and picked up the suitcase Annabeth was pulling along. Annabeth thanked her as she put it in the back of the car. Annabeth then took off her backpack and put it in the back with her suitcase before climbing into the front of the car.

"The kids are so excited to see you," her aunt said as she pulled away from the airport, and into the bustling streets of NYC.

"As am I," Annabeth said while looking out at the towering skyscrapers above her.

Percy was here somewhere.

"You know Skye is so excited to share her room with you," her aunt blabbed on about.

That's right, Annabeth thought, Skye and Fletcher were their names.

She almost felt silly for forgetting her cousins' names, but can anyone blame her? She's been through quite a lot in the last few years. Her aunt continued to go on about the living arrangements, and Annabeth knew she should probably be listening, but she was too focused on finding Percy.

Her thoughts were interrupted when they pulled up to a tall apartment complex. Annabeth and her aunt both got out of the car after parking, and Annabeth took her suitcase and backpack out of the car.

"Oh honey, let me get that," her aunt insisted and took the large suitcase. Annabeth smiled gratefully at her (even though she knew she could've taken it, but she knew her aunt was being polite).

They walked towards the elevator, as Aunt Ronnie smiled towards the bellhop (who smiled back), and the two got in the elevator.

"Floor 23 please, Max," she said to the man in the elevator.

"You got it Ms. Robertson," the man, Max, said before hitting the button.

"I know it's kind of short notice," Aunt Ronnie said before turning to Annabeth, "but you do have to go to school with the kids on Tuesday," she said. Annabeth nodded, and was kind of excited to go to school.

Maybe she could actually get a good school year in this year, although she didn't want to get her hopes up. It was already mid-September so she knew she had missed quite a bit of information already, but she was confident she could catch up.

She was coming to New York to live with her cousins because 1. It was close to camp 2. Her cousins were mortal so they could mask her scent 3. Percy was in New York.

The Percy reason wasn't as important as the others, according to her dad and Chiron, but she thought it was the most important at that moment.

The elevator doors opened with a ding, and Annabeth and her aunt thanked Max before heading down the hallway. Her aunt stopped in front of a door that said '2324' and unlocked it with her key.

"Fletcher! Skye!" she called, "we're home!"

Annabeth stepped into the apartment and took in her surroundings. There was a living room to her right, completed with a white couch, wooden floor, and a gray rug underneath the couch. There was a flat screen above a small fireplace and Annabeth was impressed with how clean the whole room looked.

To her left was an archway leading to the kitchen. She could only see a glance of it, but it had a beige tile flooring, and dark wooden counters and cabinets, lined with white marble.

There was a set of stairs leading up to where Annabeth assumed was the bedrooms, and she heard the sound of shuffling feet. Annabeth chewed on her lip as she heard bickering coming from upstairs.

Two teenagers made their way down into the landing (front entrance) and grinned when they saw Annabeth.

"Annabeth!" the girl, Skye said. Annabeth vaguely remembered these two. Skye still had the same light brown hair as her mother, but her eyes were a light hazel, instead of blue. Fletcher on the other hand, had light blond hair, and the blue eyes that his mother possessed. They looked relatively the same from the last time Annabeth saw them (which was fourteen years ago).

"Hi," she said simply while smiling as well. Skye hugged her before stepping to the side to let Fletcher hug her.

"Kids can you take her upstairs and get her settled?" Aunt Ronnie asked, "I'm going to get dinner ready."

"Sure Mom," Fletcher said before grabbing Annabeth's suitcase and carrying it upstairs. Annabeth wanted to protest, that she could carry her own suitcase, but she decided against it. They were just being polite.

"So Annabeth," Skye said when they reached upstairs, "what's San Francisco like?"

They turned down the carpeted hallway and Fletcher opened the door to a medium sized room.

"It's nice," Annabeth said simply, "but I like New York better."

The room had light blue walls, and there were two beds set up, one in each corner of the room. The first bed had a blue zebra bedspread, and was lined with a ton of blue pillows. The second bed was much plainer. It had a purple bedspread with light purple and white polka dots. There were two pillows on that bed, one was white and the other was purple.

The white carpet looked new, and there was a wooden bureau at the front wall, facing the two beds, that matched the two bedside tables next to the beds. One lamp was on the bedside table next to the blue bed, and it was embedded with seashells. On the walls were posters of people like Katy Perry, One Direction, Taylor Swift, and Justin Timberlake.

There were a few framed pictures on the walls, some that looked like Skye and her friends, and there was a big blue fluffy beanbag chair.

"Welcome to my room," Skye said and chuckled slightly, "sorry it's a mess." She kicked over a combat boot that lay in the middle of the room, along with pairs of other mismatched shoes.

Annabeth smiled.

"It's alright, my room at home is a pig pile," she said, and the two girls laughed.

"If you two are good, I'm going to go back to Call of Duty," Fletcher said from the doorway. Skye rolled her eyes.

"Fine, be rude," she scolded, "it's not like our cousin just got here and you're already being anti-social."

Fletcher rolled his eyes right back.

"I'm so sorry, mother," he mocked, and then he turned to Annabeth.

"Do you care if I play video games or not?" he asked. Annabeth looked between Skye and Fletcher and frowned.

"Uh, not really," she said. Fletcher grinned and turned to his sister.

"Ha, see," he said and then left to the room next door. Skye rolled her eyes and then pointed to the purple bed.

"That's your bed," she said and Annabeth nodded before sitting down.

"Sorry for intruding in on your room," Annabeth said sheepishly while looking around at the walls. Skye had two windows that overlooked Manhattan and Annabeth actually liked the hustle-bustle of the city.

"It's totally fine," Skye laughed before sitting down on the blue bed, opposite Annabeth.

"So!" Skye said and grinned at her cousin, "are you excited to go to school tomorrow?"

Annabeth laughed nervously.

"Yeah I guess, I mean, it'll be weird going to a different school."

Skye smiled and shook her head.

"Nah you'll be fine, besides it'll be fun showing you around," she said. The two girls laughed, and then Skye looked at the clock on her bedside table and swore.

"I have an essay due tomorrow," she mumbled and raced over to the desk that Annabeth hadn't noticed at first. She instantly opened the laptop and began typing away. Annabeth felt slightly awkward for just sitting there while her cousin worked on an essay, so she pulled out a book from her backpack, Paper Towns by John Green, and began reading.

She hadn't even realized that the time had slipped away from her until Aunt Ronnie was calling for all three of them to come downstairs.

"Just a minute!" Skye called, as she was focused on the essay in front of her. Annabeth stood beside her, waiting for her to come, but Skye just looked at her and smiled apologetically.

"You can go, I'll be down in a minute," she said.

"Are you sure?" Annabeth asked. Skye nodded, but her attention was more focused on her essay. Annabeth sighed and headed downstairs, and into the kitchen. There was a dining table at the back of the large room, and it seated six people. Fletcher was setting the table as Aunt Ronnie put the bowl of pasta she had made on the table.

"Where's Skye?" her aunt asked.

"She's working on homework. She said she'd be down in a minute," Annabeth explained before turning to Fletcher.

"Do you want me to help with that?" she asked him. He smiled at her and shook his head.

"Annabeth, you're our guest," he said, "so sit your butt down and start eating."

Annabeth smiled slightly, but sat down. She wasn't going to start eating until the other two sat down.

"But I'm going to be living with you for a long time, I can't just not help out," she protested while Fletcher sat next to her and her aunt sat from across from her. Aunt Ronnie smiled at her.

"Honey, you're our guest for at least a week. After that we'll make you start doing chores." All three of them laughed.

Annabeth loved the food, and she was a little skeptical of it at first, since her aunt wasn't known for her cooking, but surprisingly it was good. The three of them talked about San Francisco and Annabeth talked about what she's been doing (leaving out the whole demigod part) and it was nice to actually sit down with a family and have dinner.

Skye still hadn't come down from her room, and Annabeth asked if she should get her, but her aunt insisted that she finish her homework first.

After dinner was over, Annabeth wouldn't budge unless her aunt let her help clean up, so that's what she did. She washed the dishes, as her aunt put the food away, and for once in that whole day Annabeth didn't feel useless.

It wasn't bad that her aunt and cousins were treating her like a guest, it's just that Annabeth had grown up fending for herself, and now all of sudden she was being treating differently, and it was just an alien feeling to her.

After the dishes were cleaned, Annabeth headed back upstairs to her new room, and saw that Skye was staring at the screen. She looked like she was about to cry.

"Dammit, this isn't right," she sighed exasperated. Saying that she looked stressed was an understatement.

"Skye?" Annabeth said gently, "do you need help?"

Skye turned, obviously startled that Annabeth was there.

"Yes please," she said, as her eyes were glossed over with tears. Annabeth walked over and knelt next to her cousin while glancing over her essay. It seemed well-developed so far, but it was definitely missing something.

"So you're writing about the theme of innocence in The Catcher in the Rye?" Annabeth clarified, and Skye nodded.

Annabeth racked her mind to remember what she could about that book. She had read it almost two years ago.

"Okay," she said, "instead of focusing your main points on Phoebe, try focusing on how Holden tries to preserve his own innocence. Do you know what I mean?"

Skye seemed to be thinking for a moment before nodding.

"I think so," she said, "so should I write about how Holden sees his childhood through the museum?"

"Yes, exactly that," Annabeth said. Skye smiled at her before giving her a slight hug.

"Thank you so much," she said and turned back to her essay.

"Anytime," Annabeth smiled and headed back over to her bed. She stared out the window and wondered when she'd see Percy. She had sent him an Iris message before coming to New York and he said that he'd contact her as soon as he could when she arrived, but she hadn't gotten anything yet.

Come on, Seaweed Brain.

Soon enough, Skye finished her essay, and printed it out.

"Thank god I'm done!" she said, and Annabeth laughed.

"I knew you could do it," she said and smiled. Skye grinned at her before putting the essay into her bag.

"So I never asked," Annabeth said, "where even is our school?"

"Goode High School," Skye said, "it's a few blocks away."

Annabeth's heart almost leapt out of her chest as soon as her cousin said that.

"Wait, Goode High School?" she clarified. Skye turned to her and nodded.

"Yeah, what about it?"

A smile crept its way onto Annabeth's face and she shook her head.

"Nothing."

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Thanks for reading xx

~stay beautiful~