Okay, new story time! Takes place when Percy adn Annabeth are 17. Short for now, but more IS on the way, and I promise to make the chapters longer. :). I will update whenever I can-although this won't be a very long story. 3 or 4 chapters max. But if you want more you need to REVIEW REvIEW REVIEW, and if you want to know when I update, add me to your author alert! :). Luv ya all, so make me smile with nice comments (no flames please!) I apologize for all and any typos, and ENJOY!

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Missing? Percy couldn't be missing. He was Percy the great, invulnerable and invincible. He couldn't be gone.The Titan war was over, Kronos was dead, everything was what would take him? Who would he follow?

Loyalty. Percy's fatal flaw. He would do anything and go anywhere for someone he cared about. He'd done it for his mom, Grover-me. Had even cared about me when I was missing? Was he even worried about me while I was holding up the sky? I mean, we'd kissed a couple times and gone on a few dates by now. OKay, scratch that. We'd kissed more than a couple times, and were officially a couple now. And now that he wasn't with me-I felt empty-alone. I needed my Seaweed Brain. It had already been a week without him, and I couldn't take it anymore. I missed him like crazy but couldn't admit something that was stirring inside me. I just pushed it off to the side.

What if he didn't feel the same way about me? It was possible. He could've run off to be with Rachel for all I knew. Then I remembered that she was the Oracle and was forbidden from all romantic stuff and let out a breath that had been unnoticed inside of my mouth.

But wait-there was someone else-something tugging at me from the back of my mind. No. It couldn't be. I tried to shake the feeling from my head but it was impossible. I silently prayed to the gods. Please don't let it be-it can't be! I pleaded. But what if it was? Maybe he could've gone for...Calypso.

It made sense. She'd been freed from Ogygia last year after the war. Percy did that. Probably so he could achieve this little sick plan of his to run off and stay with her. He didn't need me. I was some stupid camp girl, not a sorceress.

She was a thousand times better than me. I wore raggedy t-shirts along with boring, dirty sneakers. She probably had a thousand beautiful gowns and boxes of glittering sandals and heels. Something Percy would be more interested in.

Her eyes. They could be something special-inspiring. A soft brown, or a deep, pure blue. Compared to mine. Gray. Boring old gray. What kind of color was that? One that nobody would want in their eyes in a million years, that's what. Gray was the color of a stormy day-dark clouds in the sky. Or a funeral. Something depressing, not a great eye color. And his. Percy's eyes were amazing, sea green with darts of blue swimming around. Perfection. Green had become my favorite color ever since I looked into his eyes, or anytime I was caught staring at them.

Right, looking into each others eyes, that was probably a lie too. He just wished I was Calypso when we were together, probably when he kissed me he thought Eh, okay, I guess. Wait till I can kiss Calypso.

She was so much better than me in every way possible. She had so many stories to tell-how she was trapped on her paradise island for all eternity-how he saved her. They were the perfect match. She was a sorceress-she had so much power-power I could never dream of having. And Seaweed Brain, he was the savior of mankind, no one could forget about him.

Then there was me. Runaway at age 7, no family, and my home was no better than a treehouse! I couldn't compare to her. She was 10 times better than what I could ever try to be.

Finally, instead of depressing myself, I got mad. Really mad.

Was I just some girl he met at camp? Nothing special. When we were together he probably just wished I was Calypso instead of same-old, same-old, Annabeth. All those times we spent together-hand in hand-was that all a lie? Every time he looked into my eyes-every time he kissed me-what about that? A lie too.

Why couldn't he just come back and hold me and tell me I'm worrying too much and that everything's gonna be okay. But he wasn't here to do that, was he? And I was NOT here to daydream.

did he have to be like this? Perfect hair, perfect eyes. Stupid Seaweed Brain. Impulsive, horrible sense of humor. The way he looked when he was trying to think about something. It's like he was there with fought so many things so many times. I couldn't just forget him. I'd known him for 5 years. He was hard to was special.

When Percy came to camp something changed-everything changed-even me. I remembered when we first met. "You drool in your sleep." Nice pick-up line, huh? He was so spontaneous-I always had a plan. We balanced each other different-yet the same.

Percy was always relaxed and calm, never gave anything a second thought. I was too practical, I could never listen to my heart. Otherwise I would've been out looking for him.

..... Will be continued, have all planned out! 3. But for now, REVIEW! Again, I apologize for the shortness of this! :)-Nonni1101