Percy

"Don't worry, I know what to do. I just go up to the lady-"

"Athy."

"Right, I go up to Athy and I ask her for: 'The Cat and Baltimore, and Other Tales'-"

"Battledore! The Cat and Battledore, and Other Tales!" Rachel says, her tone exasperated.

The day I met Annabeth Chase, I was on a quest to pick up one of my roommate's books. Rachel's a rare book collector, and had been looking for The Cat and Battledore, and Other Tales for months. Two days ago, after her search worldwide had gone downhill, my cousin Jason had suggested she looked for it in the local bookstores. She had Jason, his sister Thalia, his girlfriend Piper, and I call the bookstores during business hours and go through online inventory when the shops closed. Finally, after seven cups coffee, a small, newly-opened, bookshop had answered, saying that they had that book in a storage unit and would have it at their location by Monday. Of course Rachel had sent me to pick it up since; 'I needed to learn responsibility and what better way to do that than by running an errand for your bestest friend in the entire world?.'

"What's the bookstore called again?" I ask.

"Livros Antigos," She sighs.

"Livras what-tigos? Is that Spanish or something?"

"Livros Antigos, it's Portuguese for 'Old Books'."

"Oh, yeah ok. Well I'll be home in a bit, do you want me to bring anything to eat?" I ask pulling into a parking slot.

"I've already started dinner don't worry about it, just make sure my book comes home safe."

"Ma'am, yes ma'am!" I chuckle and climb out of Rachel's Range Rover. I had lost the keys to my car-for the fourth time this month-and my spare had been mercilessly thrown out the window by Jason after one of our many arguments.

"Bye Perseus," Rachel laughs and hangs up before I can rebuke her for using my full first name.

Pocketing my phone I look up at the short building. "'Livros Antigos. Old Books.' Oh yeah, I get it now." I quickly open the door to the dimly lit store, a bell chiming making my entrance noticeable.

The store was small. And messy. Shelves were lined all over the store making hallway-like pathway leading to books, old and new, piled in stacks large stacks all over the place. The air was filled with a musty smell of pages and ink mixed with coffee and recently baked cookies, though I couldn't see a single trace of a coffee shop like the one they had at Barnes & Noble.

Giving another glance, I make my way over to the checkout counter (also piled with books). "Hello?" I call out. Spotting a bell I ding it, once, twice, and still no response.

I was about to give up and turn around when a door that I hadn't noticed behind the counter opened.

Someone walked out carrying about twenty books in their arms. Guessing by the girlish hands and slim body figure it was a girl. "You better not touch those cookies Nico, or I swear to god I will murder you." She called out. Yep, definitely a girl.

"Uh hello?" I asked again.

She gave a startled jump almost dumping the books all over the floor but managed to set them on the countertop before that could happen. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a curly mess, her grey eyes were oddly bright in the dim light, her face was flushed red.

Her name tag read: "Annabeth Chase".

Ok, I feel kind of guilty for starting a new story when I'm supposed to be finishing up OMG! FID!

I'M SORRY! Actually no I'm not. But whatever.

This was inspired by *Catch Me I'm Falling*- A Larry Stylinson fanfic (don't worry you don't have to know what Larry Stylinson is, all you need to know is that it's heart-wrenching and emotional, and it's been four months since I read it and I'm still in pain)

So um yah. (you can tell my editor didn't look over this can't you?)

Tell me what you think so far. k bye :)

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