Hi people! I bring you this 'sneak peek' that I pretend to keep writng if you like it guys!
this is sort of an AU. It involves punk!percy, Percy and Annabeth aren't dating... Please review and tell me what you think about this (and if you see any grammar or spelling mistakes, please inform me, thank you!)
All characters (c) Rick Riordan (except the ones I invented for this story)
When Annabeth's phone rang it was never good news, and when the caller ID showed Percy it was time to worry. Annabeth lifted her head from her studies and picked up the phone.
"Percy," she sighed.
"Wise Girl, my roommate left."
"And?"
"And that I don't have one anymore."
"And?"
"I have to get a new one"
"No you do not have to; you need to because you can't afford the rent.
"Whatever, so I wondered if you would like to be my roommate."
"No."
"C'mon! It is perfect! I cook and you do your Annabeth-y like things, whatever it means you do!"
"No is no."
Annabeth sighed because she knew where everything was going to get her. She knew he was going to win and she would move out with him.
One month later she was moving out to Percy's apartment in Manhattan, her boxes were sprawled everywhere in her new room, which Percy's ex-roommate, Jared Hardwood, used to inhabit. Everyone knew after a few months Jared would get tired of Percy. Stubborn boy who is in a punk phase though it he never moved on? Yeah, not everybody, especially not a stranger who decided to have a roommate because of a flyer he saw in the street, could stand twenty -year-old Percy Jackson. Except Annabeth Chase, because she knew Percy since they were twelve, she was already used to his quirks and stubbornness but never getting tired of his cook. For a strange reason he was a wonderful cook. And having two demigods in an apartment meant not only having more danger, but also not having trouble hiding the stash of weapons, Greek books, ambrosia and nectar.
"Percy, if you want for me to move in, you are going to help me unpack."
"Annabeth! No, do it yourself!"
"You can be an asshole to everyone but me! Don't do your I'm-a-punk-I-can-treat-you-however-I-want with me! New house rule, okay?"
"Okay, Annabeth." Percy went to her room and picked up her luggage full with her clothes and started folding them up in her dresser while she ordered her books by alphabetical order.
"Some friends are coming over to watch the basketball game, Annabeth. You don't mind, right?"
"I suppose you already told them so, no, I don't mind. Just don't destroy the living room."
"Yes, ma'am," Percy said and approached to kiss her cheek in gratitude and continued ordering her clothes.
Later that evening when it wasn't comfortable to wear daily clothes but not late enough to wear pajamas, Annabeth decided to wear one of Percy's oversized pullover and leggings. She was moving her desk around her room for the right position when the bell rang and she obviously had to go because Percy was in the shower probably playing with his demigod powers. She opened the door to find what must had been Percy's friends, two tall guys, but not taller than Percy and not much taller than Annabeth, stood looking at her, more like stared at her with their mouths hung open.
"I take you're Percy's friends. Come on in, he's in the shower and the TV is straight from here," and with that she left to her room and punching hard three times in the bathroom door. Percy got out from the bathroom a few minutes later fully dressed in his shirt with torn sleeves, ripped out jeans and black lace-up boots, which the laces were useless, and his wet always ever so messy mohawk.
Percy plopped right down next to his friend Adam Marshall, the 'jock', but that really wasn't one. Next to Adam was Garret Hudson, the college playboy that hasn't been laid since freshman year of college. They were a strange trio, but they complemented just fine.
"Percy, who was the girl who opened the door for us, is she your new girlfriend?" Asked Adam
"Pshh, Annabeth? Right, she's my best friend since we were twelve. Haven't I talked you guys about her?" They both shook their heads. "Well, get used to her and don't get a crush on her because she'll probably kill you after torturing you and then I'll be the one to kill, she's like a sister to me. She'll be living with me now." Percy crossed his arms and focused on the game. Conversation ended.
