Hey Blondie!

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO
A/N: Please don't hate this; I am just writing for fun and am sorry if you don't like this.

AU where Percy and Annabeth are rival artists!

Percy Jackson hated art conventions. Being an artist, you might think he loved them, but no, he hated them with all his heart. Currently, Percy was at the BIGGEST art-con of the year and, well, comparing his art which he thought was great, to hers. That blond girl. He didn't know who in the world she was, but he did know that her sculptures made his paper works go to shame. The worst part? He was only 10 minutes into day 1. How will I get through a week of this?! He thought in utter despair. Then, the cause of his misery turned around and waved with a smile on her face. Percy's day just got so much worse…

Percy didn't know where to start. That blond's face was… perfect, he found, and her eyes, stormy grey, seemed to find all his weak spots in seconds. He was startled. Percy was shaken out of his daydreaming when a potential buyer walked over. Like usual, the customer was a rich, fat, elderly man.

"How much for this piece, sonny? Sonny? How much?"

"Oh- that's, um, what does it say, oh! Only $4250 for that! It is an oil on canvas painting of the sea." To be truthful, it was also Percy's pride and joy, so as he was listed in Time's 100 Best Artists at Number 23, it was pretty dang good. The man ended up paying more for it, saying it was a masterpiece, and Percy was satisfied with the $5000 he ended up with. I guess rich people don't appreciate a bargain, but who am I to say anything! He thought. Blondie, as he now referred to her, was also racking up sales. He almost wanted to go over and buy one of her pieces, but decided against it, as he caught a glimpse of a sales price. They were magnificent, but were the pieces really worth $8000?! Blondie must be rich! Percy contemplated. She has 20 pieces now, and multiply that by…um… Percy ended his train of thought by seeing a name plaque for her and searching her net worth. Apparently, Annabeth Chase was worth $1.8 million! To Percy, who's bank account totaled at something around $679,000, he was in shock. How did a 20-something year old artist make that much?! Percy still was surprised. Blondie/Annabeth looked at his expression and started cracking up. An older lady walked by and scowled in disgust at Blondie's laughing. Percy went back to normal and looked at the time. How was the day almost over?! Blondie and Percy both started to pack up. They silently made a pact to talk sometime.

"Hey, you're Annabeth, right?" It was the next day and Percy found the courage to talk to Blondie.

"Yeah, and you are…?"

"Percy. Nice to meet you!"

"Yeah! I was actually admiring your art! It's really amazing."

"Thanks! Though, I feel that yours puts mine to shame…" He laughed awkwardly.

"No, no, yours puts mine to shame! Really!" Blondie's eyes dared him to disagree.

"Well, look at that! I've got a customer! Bye!" Percy darted away; his heart was racing faster than he could breath. He was just complemented by a MILLIONAIRE!

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TIME SKIP TO LAST DAY OF ART-CON

Percy was packing up his table, art and belongings when he glanced over at Blondie. The two had grown close over the week and Percy was pleased to say that they were friends. In total, he'd made about $100,000; he was pleased with that. Blondie, on the other side, had probably made $1 million, but that didn't affect Percy's good mood. Blondie was just about to leave when Percy saw that she'd left her phone at the stand. He ran, and managed to catch up with her, yelling "HEY BLONDIE! BLONDIE!", somehow managing to catch her attention. He handed the phone to her, and their hands touched- they both were blushing furiously. They then parted ways, Percy to NYC and Annabeth/Blondie to California.