Hey guys and girls! This is pretty much the third story that I am writing, which I know is a lot since I have a lot of things normally, but I just couldn't help myself. I had this idea in my head and I really liked it, so I hope you guys do to.

This story, as said in the summary, features Percy who is a loser and always wears beanies so no one can see his hair, a hoodie which is pretty much his shell that he hides in, and he is friendless (supposedly). It also features a popular, smart, gorgeous Annabeth, who is dating Luke Castellan.

Please review, suggest ideas that you might think are good for the story, and follow if you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own the PJO series or any company mentioned. Neither any songs.

Percy Jackson POV

I stuffed my Shake Junt skateboard in my locker and got out my English notebook out of my locker and closed it. I heard a couple of people snicker at my new notebook, which was purple and had Dora The Explorer on the front side. I ducked my chin and gazed down at the floor, a bit embarassed but I could care less. I started walking towards English, which was the last period of the day before I could finally leave this hell hole named Goode High School.

When I entered I immediatley chose the desk that was in the back and dragged the desk nearer to the corner, setting my notebook on top of the desk and sat down at the same time the bell ringed. I tugged on my hoodie and leaned backwards, careful not to make any eyecontact with the people that were already here.

The door burst open and a couple of kids who always had a basketball with them started hooting loudly, making idiotic jokes and talking about Mrs. Venus and her body sat down in the second row, passing the basketball to eachother. I rolled my eyes at their immaturity and slightly scoffed at them, and waited for the class to begin. Before I could tell them to shut up, pretty much the most drop-dead gorgeous girl in this school, Annabeth entered the classroom speaking with her boyfriend, Luke Castellan and the rest of the class piled in just as Mr. Blofis entered the class.

Grover Underwood, a guy who's in the 'Green Thumb' club sat down next to me and set his crutches on the floor. He waved at me and sent me his weirdish smile at me, making the corners of my lips tug up and I waved awkwardly back at him.

You see, Grover and I were pretty much bestfriends in Yancy Academy when we were in sixth grade, until I got expelled from Yancy. It was a surprise in seeing him again in Goode during Freshman year, but we never really rekindled our friendship. Sure, we talked here and there, got assigned some projects together, but other than that, we barely could be considered friends still.

As Mr. Blofis started the class, I took out my notebook which captured Grover's attention. He slightly tilted his head and gestured at the notebook, so I ripped a page out of my notebook and scribbled in my incomprehensive writing, It was the cheapest notebook that I found. I crumpled it in a ball and tossed it to Grover when Mr. Blofis wasn't looking.

It took Grover a couple seconds to understand it, and looked at me in a way as if he were looking at a kid who couldn't find his parents. My jaw clenched and I started staring back at Mr. Blofis, even though I wasn't paying attention to him. I hated it when people looked at me that way.

I really tried paying attention during class, copying notes when I found it important to do so, trying to read what was on the board but I just couldn't. My leg bobbed up and down and I was clenching my fists in frustration. Stupid dyslexia, I thought. My mind was starting to wander, and it wasn't until five minutes after that I noticed. Stupid ADHD.

I sighed and copied what Mr. Blofis had just said as it seemed important, even though nobody actually copied that. I tugged my beanie lower and finally, the bell rang. I gathered my things but I was the slowest one to gather them, so naturally I was the last one to leave.

I looked up and saw Annabeth Chase speaking with Mr. Blofis. So I was second to last then. As I started to leave I notced a lavender sharpie was lying on the floor, so I picked it up. I grabbed and saw a name written right under the Sharpie logo. It spelled, Annabeth Chase in neat, feminine handwriting. I looked up to see Annabeth starting to leave so I tapped her on the shoulder.

"You dropped this." I mumbled, handing her the pen. She looked at me strangely as if she were trying to recall something. She grabbed the pen from my hands and stuffed it into her pencil case. "It's Percy, right?" She asked, staring at me as if I were a new species. "Yeah." I mumbled again and didn't quite meet her eyes. There was a slight awkward silence and I tugged on my hoodie uncomfortably.

"Er, bye." I told her and sent her a slight awkward wave and left the classroom, heading to my locker. I heard someone catch up to me, so I glanced at the person and saw that it was Annabeth, still looking at me with the same expression as before. "I never said bye." She said. I looked down at my worn black Chuck Taylors, which had a hole from all of the skate tricks I do and had silver ducktape on the inside where the hole was so I don't make a hole in my socks. The laces also had silver ducktape where it was getting detached.

"Um, so what do you want?" It came out a bit harshly, but I didn't care that much. "I'm curious." She stated. "How come you never show your face? Where do you sit during lunch? Why don't you speak-"

"Look, I really want to go home, it's Friday, I have homework and I don't want to answer your questions." I said as we reached my locker. I grabbed my backpack and my skateboard, swinging my backpack on and closing my locker. "Jeez, I'm just curious." She says and rolls her eyes. "Curiousity killed the cat." I muttered.

"Well, I just want answers. I don't know you, but I'm intrigued by you." She replied. I scoffed slightly. "I'm flattered. I have to go now. Bye." I told her and started to leave. Luckily, she didn't follow me again, but I still looked behind and saw Luke, her boyfriend, talking to her.

I sighed and pushed the doors open, hurriedly speed walking to the sidewalk and started to skate my half an hour ride home.

Home, for me, is a ratty old apartment in the poor parts of Manhatten, Pizza boxes, Chinese takeout and beer cans littered on the floor, clothes tossed all over the apartment, and a couch that looks like it's 15 years old. It may not sound nice to you, but homes aren't about the state of how it is, it's about the memories you make there.

"Sup Perce." Beck, who's real name his Charles Beckendorf, greeted me. Beck was an African American, and seemed to have a permanent scowl etched on his face. He had unruly brown hair and could be compared to the hulk with all of his muscles, but he wouldn't hurt a fly. He is the oldest in the apartment, being 28.

"Hey Percy!" Will waved at me, his long surfer blonde hair covering his face. He was 26, and was as bright as the sun. He was actually the smartest out of all of us, seeing as he actually passed High School with great grades, almost becoming valedictorian. Albeit, he never went to college.

"Hey." I replied and tossed my backpack. I took off my hoodie and threw my beanie. Ah, I moaned internally. I was sweating from skating for so long and so fast, and I was thirsty. I shook my messy black hair and went to our kitchen. "Where's Lee and Micheal?" I asked, grabbing a Dr. Pepper and sitting on the couch.

"They went to the grocery store to buy some food." Grunted Beck. Lee and Micheal are halfbrothers, Lee being 26 and Micheal being 25. You could tell that they had some of the same facial features, like the nose and the eyes being the most noticible thing they have in common. What they don't have in common is their hair, which Micheal's is black, differing Lee's, which is dark sandy blonde.

You might be wondering why I live with them. To put it simply, I'm in a band with these idiots, and I'm the youngest, as I'm 17. We're called Blue Cherry Coke, and we perform rock songs. I'm the lead guitarist and songwriter (sometimes backup vocalist too), Will sings and writes songs too, Beck's on drums, Lee's the basist and backup vocals, and Micheal is the guitarist/pianoist and backup vocals.

They found me when their other guitarist, John or something, got kicked out becausse he was too into drugs and getting laid. He wasn't very good on the guitar, and only joined the band for the fame. When John got kicked out, he stole all of their money, broke a window, and wrote on their mirror in the bathroom PAYBACK BITCHEZ with a black marker.

Before they found me, I'd been living out on the streets by 14, starved to death, playing my guitar in subways and Central Park, but no one really paid attention, just giving me some money when they could. Then came the day that the guys saw me playing, and took me under their wing. I'd joined their band and started to live with them, finally finding a family ever since my Mom died.

My Mom, I assure you was the greatest person ever. She supported me, she was kind, she never got mad, and she made me blue cookies. She deserved the best, but instead she got stuck with me, a dyslexic kid who always got expelled from school and barely passed classes.

She even married a guy named Gabe Ugliano who smelt like gym shorts that got thrown up on, just so she could have enough money to raise me. And hell, Gabe was abusive. He hit my mother and I, stole my money, and wasted it all on poker. So when my Mom died from a heart attack, I ran away. There was no way that I was going to stay with an abusive ass for the rest of my life.

So when I got picked up from the streets by the guys, we weren't just a band, we were a family. We relied on eachother, we teased eachother, and we share secrets. They all know my past (after months of picking and prodding until we all sat down on the couch and I told them), and somehow, we got closer. The guys got protective over me, and they knew not to mention anything about it.

Beck's phone started ringing next to me, so I grabbed it and tossed it to him. He grabbed it and answered. "Hey Sil." He said fondly to the phone, a small smile etched on his face. Let me get this clear, Beck has a girlfriend named Silena who he has dated for 6 years, and they were still going strong. They really loved eachother and you could tell just by the way they act.

He finished his conversation with her and placed his phone back in his pocket. "Sil's coming over." He announced. I grunted in response. Silena was nice to all of the guys in the band, and she was also a good friend of mine, as she helps me out sometimes.

The show Friends started on the TV that was in front of us and I smiled. I loved that show, it was extremely funny and reminded me of the friendship I had between the guys.

Soon enough, Lee and Micheal arrived each carrying at least 4 bags of groceries. "Jeez guys, you couldn't 've brought more things?" I teased, but got up to help out. "We decided that with the new money we should waste it on food." Micheal explained as we started placing things the refrigerator.

Micheal and Lee work at music store to pay for food, while Beck and Will work at a skateboard store to pay the rent. With the money that we get at performing at a 21+ bar near here weekly, we use the money to buy other things like clothes. Since we've been attracting quite the crowd at the bar, Hermes, the owner of the bar, decided to give us a raise as we attract a lot of attention to his club.

Just then Silena entered with her key, flashing all of us a million dollar smile and sashaying towards Beck and sitting on his lap. "Hey Charlie!" She greeted him and kissed him. Silena was the only one allowed to call him Charlie, or else Beck would get the hammer that he keeps under his bed in case of an intruder and use it on you.

Beck and Silena kept on kissing for a while, so Will, who was sitting next to them, shouted "PDA!" Beck glared at Will but Will smiled his sunny smile and kept on watching Friends, laughing at all the funny parts.

"So guys." Silena started. "Tomorrow you're going to perform, right?" On Saturdays, we perform at the bar at 9 pm, normally at the time when all of the people who are interested in having a good night come. Now, more people are starting to come for our music, not just for a drink.

"Of course." Micheal calls out before any of us could answer. "Besides, there are now flyers posted telling people to come watch out band. Flyers." He exaggerates the last part, but we all understand. When Hermes told us, it was a huge shock. We might get a record deal soon. It's all so exciting but feels so nerve-wracking, because if we do get a record deal, it might mean that we will finally get more people to listen to our music. There's going to be people that can relate to our music. And- okay, it's better if I slow down or else I might go on a full-blown rant.

Silena rolls her eyes, but still has a smile on her face. "You've told me that at least 12 times." She gets off of Beck, who whines but she silences him with a peck on the lips. "What songs are you going to perform?" She grabs some grapes and puts them in a bowl and starts washing them. "We were thinking I Can't Get No Satisfaction, Highway to Hell, Help, For Those About To Rock, and Don't Stop Me Now." I said. Silena finished washing the grapes and sat on Beck's lap again.

"So, Mikey, you're going to play piano for this one?" Silena asks. "Yeah." He says while putting some chicken in the refrigerator. "We're going to go rehearse after Percy's done with his homework." Beck says while stealing a grape from his girlfriend.

"Do I have to?" I whined. "I'm going to take forever." At that moment, I totally did not sound like an 8 year old whining. "Percy, you have to." Beck says. My shoulders sag. "Hey Will could you help me with my homework?" I grab my back pack from where I left it before. "Yeah, sure." He says and gets up. We go to the room that I share with him and Beck, and sit down on my desk.

"So what do you have for homework?" He asks after getting a chair and sitting down. "Calculus and History." Will sighed. "Come on, let's just do this fast so we can rehearse."

An hour and a half later, we've finished my homework, and we're ready to leave. "Finished!" I enter the living room and throw my fist in the air. "Finally!" Micheal exclaims. "Let me go get the keys." He runs to his room, while I check my wallet to make sure I have my pick, and some extra just in case. Beck grabs his drum sticks and soon Micheal returns with the keys to our car. "Shotgun!" Silena calls, and the rest of the guys groan.

We quickly run downstairs, greeting the neighbors and taking a slight detour by visiting Tyson, a four year old who lives the apartment below us. He's real sweet, but people don't like him that much because he had a cleft lip and is blinded by one eye, allowing him to only see through one. The blinded eye is always facing a different direction, and is the unnatural brown color, but once you get past all that, he's awesome.

We get to our old, white Toyota van that has the initials BCC graffitied on both sides. On the back, it also has a bottle of coke that looks realistic, and it's made by Micheal. He's the artist in our group, and he's amazing at drawing. He even decorated the inside of our van- and our van also looks pretty cool too on the inside.

It's got lyrics to all of our favorite songs written on one sie, it's got Blue Cherry Coke graffitied on the other, and on the back there is a realistic stage with a light shining in one place. There are drawings of Will signing, Beckendorf playing on drums, Lee on bass, Micheal wearing a guitar, and me, also playing the guitar, all haphazardly drawed in the car. It's a real beauty.

We all sit down in the car, Micheal sitting in the driver's seat, Silena claiming shotgun as she said before, leaving the rest of us to sit down in the back where our instruments were. There were no seats in the back as we took them out so we could keep our instruments there.

Lee got some beers out of the cooler and tossed some to Beck, Silena, himself and I. I know I shouldn't be drinking and all of those things, but I'm under adult supervision and I've never gotten drunk before. I normally have some beer on Fridays and Saturdays, so I'll drink a maximum of 2 a week. Plus I drink slowly, in small sips, and I actually quite like it. I don't do it because it makes me look cool, but I drink it to enjoy it.

I take a sip and brace myself for the speedbump I know is coming. We jump but no one really minds as we always take this path to get to the abandoned warehouse that we practice in always. We talk for the rest of the ride, until we arrive at our destination. We get our instruments and smile.

We enter the warehouse energized for practise. The warehouse is pretty much a small warehouse that was abandoned in the 90's. There was once before a restaurant there, but it was unsuccessful and the owners had left, leaving it for perfect use. It had a kitchen, a bar, and some tables that have chairs stacked on top of them. We went to the corner where there was a trapdoor leading to the basement where we practiced. Once we were all down in the basement, I looked around and smiled at the decorated basement.

We painted it red, with small lights adorning the walls. There are crates that were all pushed in a corner of the room, though we did use some to make desks and chairs. We had a bulletin board and two folders where we had songs, either finished or unfinished. Micheal had taken the time to create a bookcase where we kept books or poem books where we get inspired, and we have a sweet vinyl player and a mirror for Silena, who's practically apart of the band almost.

We set up our equipment and prepare to practice as Beck counts to start. I breathe in, close my eyes, bite my lip and wait for Beck to finish counting. I open my eyes on 2, prepare my stance on 3, and smirk on 4. Then we rock.

After three hours of non-stop practice, we're sweating, Beck's managed to break another pair of drumsticks, and Lee needs a new bass string, which we fix immediatley because we have extra strings. I'm drained, and I really want to go to sleep right now, even if it's only 10 at night.

"You guys did great." Silena compliments us with a fond smile. She hugs Beck and helps him put his drums back in his case. I look at my blue and black electric Gibson guitar, which I have named Sally to honour my Mom. I put it back in it's case and we start to leave.

When we get back to the van, it takes us a moment to store all of our instruments, seeing as we have alot of things. As soon as we get in the car, we take out the beer that we didn't finish drinking and start to finish it now.

Lee raises his beer. "Cheers for another great practice." We all whoop and raise our beers too, clinking them and drinking them. "Tomorrow, we are going to rock the casbah!" He says, quoting a song from The Clash. We all laugh at his joke. "We are going to do it!" I say and we all whoop loudly, excitement in our veins.

"We will rock, until we can't rock anymore!" Beck exclaims, and that sends us whooping again. Suddenly I got an idea for a new song. "Guys!" I grinned at them. "New song idea!" I exclaim. They all smile and we brace ourselves for another bump. "Well the sing it then!" Silena encourages me and the guys agree. "Yeah, come on!" Micheal shouts. "Okay, okay." I smile.

I start stomping my feet twice, then I clap once. Stomp twice, clap once. I get a beat going and soon everyone's starting to do it with me. "We will we will rock you." I sing. "We will we will rock you." I repeat, and soon everyone's singing it. I raise my hand telling them to stop singing for a moment, but continue with the beat.

"Buddy your a boy make a big noise

Playin' in the street gonna be a big man some day

You got mud on yo face

You big disgrace

Kickin your can all over the place

Singin'" I gestured them to sing and they started singing again. I stopped the beat and pretty soon they stopped. There was chorus full of 'yeah's and 'that was amazing!' filled the car and I blushed. "No biggie." I muttered and started writing the rest in my small, notebook that I keep in my pocket always just in case inspiration strikes, like now.

I looked up and smiled. I was so glad that these guys found me.

That's it for now! I've been writing for four hours and it's two am and tomorrow I have a hockey game but oh well. It's worth it if it means writing.

Thanks for your patience and attention!

~Fanficgirl357