AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey guys! Chubbypandaz here. This is a stupid story that would be fun writing. It's light hearted, and funny, something enjoyable to read whenever you guys have the time. But yeah I wanted this story to only be around 15 chapters... maybe a little more. So yeah I hope you guys enjoye, and please review if you liked it or had any suggestions. And feel free to PM me anytime any day. Luv ya guys and please check out my main story The Person Within! Thanks!

Percy POV

I made my way through the sea of people in the airport. My heart was beating crazily, afraid I was going to be noticed.

I pulled my coat over my neck and ducked down-trying to feel more protection from the world.

Hurrying through everyone, I tried to get to my flight, but bumped into someone, being the klutz I am.

Even though it was my fault, I wouldn't admit it. Percy Jackson doesn't make mistakes."Watch I-" I began, but stopped as I saw her face.

I would have been lying if I said she wasn't beautiful. She had no makeup on, but her face was completely flawless. She had unusually grey eyes, as grey as the sky outside.

The thunder roared outside, trying to wake me from my trance, but I couldn't be wakened. I was completely mesmerized, looking into those stormy eyes. The blond curls that cascaded down her back were perfect, not on out of place.

She fell down, and dropped all of her luggage, with me just standing there and gawking at her, probably looking like an idiot. I forgot all about trying to hide myself.

But she didn't notice me as 'the' Percy Jackson. She scowled at me, but picked up her luggage and stood up, hitting my shoulder as she pasted.

The smell of her perfume stunned me, having me more entranced than ever.

As soon as she left I shook my head. I kicked myself for being so stupid.

Nice going, I thought to myself harshly. Percy Jackson never acted like that. And he wouldn't ever again. I promised to myself.

"Flight 236 has been canceled due to the upcoming storm. If you had planned to travel to London, please make sure you get your ticket to the next flight." I heard the lady say over the intercom, finally snapping out of it and returning back into the real world.

"Shit," I cursed under my breath. I was supposed to be shot toting the first scene of my movie tomorrow when I arrived in London...I'm gonna be in big trouble.

But I knew I couldn't just stay here. I got out of the airport quickly and got into my red convertible and started reaching down the highway.

I had no idea where I was going, but I to find somewhere to stay- fast. The paparazzi would find me soon enough.

I couldn't run into them again. I already have enough drama started from them.

I turned on the radio and my favorite song came on, calming my nerves. I didn't know what it was about this song that made me like it, but it just gravitated toward me, leaving me feeling inspired but satisfied at the same time.

When you're on your own
Drowning alone
And you need a rope that can pull you in
Someone will throw it

And when you're afraid
That you're gonna break
And you need a way to feel strong again
Someone will know it

And even when it hurts the most
Try to have a little hope
'Cause someone's gonna be there when you don't
When you don't

If you wanna cry, I'll be your shoulder
If you wanna laugh, I'll be your smile
If you wanna fly, I will be your sky
Anything you need that's what I'll be

If you wanna climb, I'll be your ladder
If you wanna run, I'll be your road
If you want a friend, doesn't matter when
Anything you need, that's what I'll be
You can come to me

You can come to me,
Yeah

I sang along loudly, smiling the whole time. Singing was a hobby that I loved to do. Several people have told me that I should have also became a singer as well as an actor, but acting was always more dominant.

And just like that my good mood washed away down the drain, just like the rainwater falling from the sky.

"Percy Jackson and Rachel Dare break up! Rachel is devastated over break up! Who knew Percy Jackson was such a snob to break America's own sweetheart's heart?" I heard the news say.

America's sweetheart? More like America's own little devil! If anything, she's the snob, always getting her way.

"Percy, baby? Can you get me a frappuccino? Can you sign this for me? Can you get the door because I'm too tired from my concert last night!"

Bottom line was, she was annoying as hell. We never actually even dated. My agent made us go out for publicity and record a few tracks together, even though our voices didn't match.

But I guess it was good enough if million and millions of people listen to us.

After a couple of months, there is only so much I could take-so much a normal guy could take.

I ranted in my head, not really paying attention to the road. All I could remember from the crash was the sound of the metal, slamming into a tree; tires hissing and groaning from exhaustion, and me, walking out of the car perfectly unharmed.

Annabeth's POV

I looked up at the stranger staring back at me.

How rude? What nerve does he have to knock me down then stare at me like a dimwit?

I got up, picking up my luggage and brushed past his shoulder, a polite way of saying, "Go die in a hole."

Anyway, I was in a hurry trying to get home.

I have no idea why I am rushing though. My parents have left me to 'take care' of the house alone for a week while they go on vacation.

I rolled my eyes at the thought, thinking about the stupid stranger that ran into me. It bothers me how people think they can get away with anything they want.

I turned on the radio, afraid I was afraid I was going to crash if I didn't keep my mind on the road.

"You can Come to me" came on and I smiled warmly, singing along with the song.

"You can to me..." I finished singing, leaving me with a comforting feeling inside. Too soon, the feeling was replaced by a sick, disgusting one, thanks to the news."Percy Jackson and Rachel Dare break up! Rachel is devastated over break up! Who knew Percy Jackson was such a snob to break America's own sweetheart's heart?"

I tightened my grip on the wheel and slammed the radio off, and pulled into my driveway.

Oh sick. If there was one thing I hated more than rude people was fake superstars who think they can run the world.

Sighing, I thought of the horrible week I was going to have alone. In an empty three story house.

It was almost unbelievable how rich my parents were but didn't care about me at all. I've practically been raising myself since I was six. I stood in the barren house in the dark, feeling my heart basically drop.

Nothing interesting ever happened here. I've spent all my life in this house, in this town. I want to feel alive, to feel what it's like to actually live...

I sat down, stroking my fingers through my golden locks, glancing at the time.

10:00pm. Already? Looking outside my window, I stared at the bright, yellow moon. I wish I could be up there with the stars. Where there was nothing to hold me back, nothing to stop me.

Suddenly the door bell rang, making me jump.

Who could it be at this hour?

I opened the door to see the Percy Jackson, standing at my doorway.

My mouth dropped as I stared into his sparking eyes, even though it was dark outside.

" 'Ello. I'm Percy Jackson. I'm sorry to bother you but I sort of got into an accident up the road. May I use your phone to call someone?" He asked, unleashing the full force of his eyes. They were a mesmerizing sea green, and his hair was spiked up, like he had just got out of the shower.

"The Percy Jackson? Are you serious?" I asked, not believing my eyes.

He smiled. "I'm sorry for running into you this earlier." I realized he had a very strong British accent, something I didn't know he had. In all his movies he had used an American accent.

"You? That was you?" I laughed breathlessly. That sure makes a lot of sense.

He nodded, and rocked back and forth on his feet, waiting for an answer. I just stared at him for a while, before my mind could react.

"I'm sorry. Um... come in." I gestured for him to come in and pointed where the phone was.

"Thanks."

"Oh, I never caught your name."

"Annabeth Chase."

He smiled widely, repeating my name. "Annabeth."

I followed him to the kitchen, watching him dial the number. I wasn't a very big fan of Percy, but having him here was unbelievable.

"Hey Charlie, can I speak to my agent...Hey uh... I sorta got in a car crash. What do you mean you can't come right away...SEVEN DAYS...Whatever...Bye." He said, slamming down the phone.

Percy put his head into his hands sighing dramatically. I fought the urge to laugh out loud. "Everything ok?" I chuckled.

"Well. No. Not really. I need to find a place to stay for a whole week. I would stay at a hotel but the paparazzi would find me...I assume you've heard what they've said about me and Rachel?" He asked.

I nodded quickly.

"Exactly." He finished, looking around. He smiled, all of a sudden, his eyes gleaming in the dark. "This is a nice place you've got here."

"Thanks."

"You here all alone?"

"Yeah. Why."

He picked up a bottle and started tracing the cap. "Oh ya know... just wondering."

My eyes grew large as I realized what he was trying to ask.

"Uh. No!" I exclaimed.

"Why not?" He whined, his accent adding to unfair advantage he had over everyone.

"I don't know you!"

"Oh come on! Most girls would be dying to have me stay!" He countered.

I rolled my eyes. There was no way to win a conversation with a movie star. Plus, at least there would be someone else in the house beside me...

I groaned. "All right. I guess you can stay but don't go all drama king on me or I will personally kick you out. Understood?" I asked, raising one of my eyebrows.

He smiled goofily and nodded. "Yes Mam'!"

I glared at him. "I'm going to bed. You can choose whatever room you like. There are enough of them here."

"Thanks."

And with that, he headed up the stairs, running like a little kid... Oh God...what did I get myself into?

Exhausted, I climbed the stairs, one foot after the other. I actually had to concentrate on remembering how to climb them because I was so tired.

I got into my room and pulled back the cover.

"OH MY GOD!" I screamed, dropping the cover.

Percy stared up at me. "Is this your room?" He asked stupidly.

"Yes this is my room! Are you dumb?!" I shirked, feeling violated.

"Well, I'm sorry. You told me to pick one." Percy said, raising his arms up.

"Well, go pick another one. There has to be at least 10 other rooms you can have."

He pouted. "But I like this one! It's comfy!" He whined.

"Then where am I going to sleep?!" I demanded.

He scooted over and patted the seat next to him.

"Are you serious?" I asked, my voice dead.

"Dead serious." He replied with a small smile playing on his lips.

I was too tired to argue with him anymore.

I got into the bed and laid down, staring at him anxiously.

He rolled his eyes. "Oh come on. This can't be the first time you've shared a bed with someone."

First time I've shared a bed with a big hot shot movie star! I thought harshly.

"No..." I lied.

Chuckling, he started humming a sweet melody that sounded very familiar. I could feel my eyelids dropping, as his melody became fainter and fainter. But before I passed out into a peaceful sleep, I realized one thing.

I have just met Percy Jackson. The most famous movie star in the entire world.

And with that thought, I collapsed into exhaustion.

So yeah that was just me having some fun! Please review if you liked it and want me to continue. And if you have any ideas or suggestions you want me to include, I would be THRILLED to do so. Just leave me a PM or a review (even if you're a guest) and I'll try to get back to you ASAP! See you guys! Chubbypandaz out!

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