This idea came up in my head suddenly, like, suddenly suddenly. You get what I mean? No? Oh, well.

This is the first PJO story I've ever posted in ! (a bunch more in my flashdisk but let's not talk about that.) Anyone else excited for BoO? *everybody raises hand* Okay, stupid question. Of course everyone is *coughcough*

A - Anyway, on with the story! Oh, and a little something to brighten up your day;

"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth."
― Jess C. Scott, The Intern

Disclaimer : I'm not some dude, 'nuff said.


Annabeth in Wonderland

In the city of New York, where bustling crowds and cars honking are a sign of a normal day, stood a little apartment. And in that shabby, little apartment is where Annabeth Chase lives, along with her older brother, Malcolm Chase. And her boring, uneventful life will soon change. Poor Annabeth didn't know about what fate had in store for her.

Yet.

"Annabeth, stop reading and have fun!"

Annabeth looked up from her book, meeting her brother's grey eyes. "No." She said, and adjusted her position on the couch.

Malcolm groaned and snatched the thick book from the blonde's grasp, followed by a 'Hey!' Malcolm stood up and held the book way over his head. Annabeth huffed and hopped off the couch, placing her hands on her hips.

"Malcolm! Give it back!"

"No." The older boy stuck his tongue out.

"Oh, wow. Aren't you mature." Annabeth rolled her eyes.

"Thanks, Annie."

"Don't call me that!" Annabeth hissed. "And give me my book! I was getting to the good parts!"

"I don't care." Malcolm retorted. "You spend most of your time reading books, go live a little, godsdamnit."

Annabeth reached her hand up in an attempt to grab the book, but Malcolm held it higher above his head. Damn him and puberty!

Annabeth then got an idea, a smirk crept up her face as she turned around, walking slowly towards the apartment door.

Malcolm eyed his sister skeptically, he knew she was planning something, and whatever it is, he won't budge, it's for his sister's social life's sake –

"I guess I'll tell Natalie about that day you accidentally kissed a guy in the christmas party."

Shit.

Malcolm's eyes widened and he pointed Annabeth with his free hand's index finger. "Annabeth, don't you dare." He warned her, like that will work. "Annabeth if you take one more step toward the door – Annabeth!" But the said girl already ran out of the door, undoubtedly trying to ruin his life.

Malcolm cursed and ran after her, the book still in his grasp. He found her about to knock on a certain someone's door. "Annabeth! If you love me, your big bro, papa bear, loving brother, and all that stuff, don't do it!" Malcolm cried.

Annabeth just grinned and knocked the door.

Once.

Twice.

"Okay, Okay!" Malcolm waved his hands frantically, shoving the book into Annabeth's hands. "There, happy now?"

Annabeth smiled smugly. "Very."

"Jerk." Malcolm muttered under his breath, but loud enough for Annabeth to hear. The younger blonde merely rolled her eyes. "C'mon, let's get out of here before Natalie – "

"Malcolm?"

The said boy froze. He looked over his shoulder slowly, an awkward grin made it's way into his face. "H – H – Hey, Natalie..." He stuttered, pushing his glasses up up his nose.

Annabeth mentally facepalmed. Her brother has an obvious, massive crush on their neighbor, Natalie Johnson. She couldn't blame him, Natalie's gorgeous. She has natural waist length honey blonde hair and bright emerald green eyes. Natalie is nice, and really fun to be with with a sense of humour.

And judging by her bright smile and the pink on her cheeks, Natalie liked Malcolm too.

As they engage in a (really awkward) conversation about how college life is, with Malcolm tripping over his words and Natalie laughing, Annabeth quietly stepped out, and made her way to their apartment door. As she rounded on the corner, the cliche happened.

"Ouch!" she cried when the stranger bumped into her, effectively making her fall on her butt and the stranger's things to fall and scatter everywhere.

"I'm so sorry!" The stranger cried. "Are you hurt?"

No, JUST MARVELOUS! Annabeth wanted to scream, but instead she just shook her head and stood up. "I'm fine." She reassured the stranger, dusting imaginary dust off her jeans.

"Thank goodness," Judging by his deep voice, the stranger is a dude. Annabeth looked up to meet a pair of sky blue eyes. From behind his hat she saw strands of blond hair sticking out. Just above his lips, was a small cut. Though Annabeth couldn't help but wonder how the cut resembled a stapler.

The young man checked his pocket watch (who uses a pocket watch?) and his face morphed into a panicked one. "Oh, shit, I'm late! I'm late for a very important date!" He cried and quickly gathered up his fallen things, rushing down the stairs after he did so.

Annabeth stood there dumbfounded. She distinctly remembered the White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland saying the same thing, without the 'shit' of course, because, you know, it'll be innapropriate for a children's book. Basic knowledge.

Annabeth mentally face palmed again and bent down to pick her book.

Only to realize it wasn't there.

She cursed and straightened up. "That guy must've picked up my book when he gathered his things." Annabeth murmured. "Damnit, It was mom's gift for me too."

She ran down the stairs, praying to the gods that he's not too far ahead. Once she reached the bottom floor, her grey eyes caught a dark red hat and a black coat exiting the building in a hurried manner.

There he is! Annabeth thought and followed him out. She was met by a group of busy New Yorkers, most of them wearing black.

Just great.

"Fucking son of a – " Annabeth started to curse, but stopped when she saw the dissaproving look of a black haired lady walking by.

Her grey eyes darted everywhere, and she finally spotted a dark red hat amongst the black. Unfortunately, she was far behind him.

She pushed her way through the sea of black, not seldom being shoved back. She was breathless when she made her way out, just in time to see the stranger turn to an alley.

"Hey! Mister!" Annabeth tried calling out, but the stranger was too far to hear. The blonde groaned and ran to the previous alley.

Normally, when normal law abiding citizen sees a dark, creepy alley, they would avoid it, right? Well, not for Annabeth.

"To hell with this."

And she entered the dark alley.

'It's dark' was the first thing that came to her mind. Annabeth slapped her palm on her forehead. "Stupid, of course it's dark. I'm in a fucking alley! It's all that stranger's fault, anyway! If he picked up his things carefully, and actually realize he's grabbing someone else's thing, I wouldn't be stuck in this dark place! When I get my hands on that guy – I'll strangle the hell out of him!" Annabeth made a strangling move with both of her hands. "That'll teach him to be careful next time!"

Poor Annabeth didn't see the hole in front of her, and how she will fall in the hands of the queen.

Literally.

"And I'll force him to buy me those expensive chocolate scones on the cafe near the apartment. That's the least he can do after that – AAAAAAAH!"

And Annabeth Chase

Fell into the 'rabbit' hole

Not knowing about the city

Beneath her, standing proud and tall


First Chapter finished.

Please review and tell me what you think, yes, even you, accountless reader.

Should I continue this? Critics are welcomed!

Don't worry, Percabeth will happen.

Have a supercalifragilisticexpialidocious day!

- Carousella