Chapter 1: A new place, a new guy
A/N: This is mainly based on the plot of Taylor swift's 'Mine'. A college girl, Annabeth, meets a guy, Percy, but doesn't let him in because of the mistakes her parents made. Percy soon wins over her heart by being the most supportive and patient boyfriend he could possibly be. Will Annabeth finally let her guard down or not? Genre: Romance, Drama, hurt/comfort. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or any of the characters. Rick Riordan does.
Annabeth POV
I dragged my heavy suitcase out of my teeny tiny and now empty apartment. It was my 17th birthday and I was ecstatic about going off to a beachy, coastal town named, Esterwald (A/N: made it up!).
Just that morning I had graduated, my parents, unsurprisingly had not been there but I shook it off with a smile, looking forward to going to a town far away from the city. I had been gladly accepted in Esterwald college.
I locked the door and left the key under the rug outside for the new resident, to enter with this evening. I entered the lift, struggling to squeeze all my suitcases in alone. However, I managed and pulled my suitcase to the front of the building. I hailed a cab and dumped my suitcases in. I plopped down on the torn leather seats and told the driver to take me to the airport. I sat back, getting ready for a long ride. The scenery of Manhattan whizzed by me in a flurry of colors. Though I had made a few bad memories I knew the city would always be the place I grew up and called home.
Couple hours later we had reached. I yanked my suitcases out and paid the driver. I pulled out a trolley from a long chain of trolleys and dumped by bags on it. I pushed forward and stood in line to receive my boarding pass and leave my suitcases on the check in belt.
With only a small bag and a hand bag for my hand carry I proceeded forward for immigration. I gave my passport for checking, received it and walked through. I glanced at my wristwatch, seeing the time made my eyes bulge out. I had only around 45 minutes till my plane took off. I ran hurriedly to the gate and took off my shoes and put it in the same basket as the electronics were in. The woman checked me with her machine and let me grab my bags. I took my things and sat down on the hard plastic seats. Only a few minutes later my flight had been announced and I joined the long line. When I walked into the plane, I was greeted by overly-chirpy air hostesses who wore a wide smile that stretched from ear to ear. I smiled back politely and hobbled over to my seat. I had specifically chosen the window seat, I wanted to see New York for possibly the last time.
I got down from the plane and weaved my way through the crowd of people. Everyone was rushing to get to the immigration first. I was lucky and was one of the first people in the line. I went over to the luggage belts to collect my bags. I waited for a long time and then all of a sudden all the bags came one after the other. I hurried and scrambled to get all of them down. As soon as I had, I let out a breath. This running and bag catching was getting on my nerves.
I took a deep breath, hauled the bags on the trolley and rolled them out of the airport. It was still early afternoon and I was starving. I caught a not-so-fancy cab and it rushed off to the site I was living in. I had had to buy new furniture and renovate the house with the money I had made in New York. I had done this 2 months ago and it was finally over. I watched out, to see a complete change in view. Instead of seeing tall sky scrapers and busy streets I saw the opposite. I let out a heavy sigh wondering whether life here would be different as well.
The taxi driver helped me drag the bags to my chocolate brown, 3 bedroom house. I dumped all my belongings and took only my purse and phone. I brisk walked to the nearest restaurant up the street called Blueview. It was located right opposite the wide, sea blue ocean. I entered and took a seat. I looked through the menu which was kept on the table, and decided to order a Dijon mustard and honey glazed chicken burger. A few minutes later a waiter came by. He had rustled black hair and the most enchanting sea green eyes. He said in a deep voice, " Hi, I'm your waiter Percy." I gave him my order and looked around. I saw a married couple arguing in the corner. It reminded me of the memories I had left behind.
A/N: Hope you liked it! The next chappie will be Annabeth's POV because the small flashback will be revealed. Read, Review, Follow, Favorite, share! Thanks for reading!