AHHHH! I couldn't help it, I just HAD to write this EVEN WHEN I already have soo many fanfics I have to update.

This is my first multi-chapter Percy Jackson fanfic!

Iridescent

Summary: Annabeth Chase heads to her mom's home in L.A. to get away from her dad and her new step-mom. Leaving her best friends, Grover and Juniper, is a big step for her, but she can't deal with her family anymore. Annabeth's mom is an actress and an architect. On invitation to a popular night club called 'Twenty-one and Under', Annabeth is forced to go, and she meets a beautiful green -eyed guy...while getting her face smashed into a smelly bathroom door.

1

I meet the one and only Punk Princess

I walked through the airport to baggage claim, my heart pumping with excitement. Around me, people were busily rushing around. I searched the crowd at baggage claim, wondering if my mom was here to pick me up yet. I grabbed my small suitcase covered in cute, big-eyed owls and waited, staring expectantly at my phone. It rang, and my mom spoke. "Hello, Annabeth! I'm at home right now, but Thalia will bring you home. She'll find you." Mom explained. "Okay. Bye, Mom. See you soon." I ended the call. "Hey! Annie, over here!"

I looked up, my heart aching. My best friends, Grover and Juniper, had always called me that. It was a name that annoyed me, and they knew that, teasing me all the time. I couldn't believe I had left them. It made me feel terrible.

But they weren't the reason why I had left. My family was. Dad had re-married to a beautiful lady who didn't really care for him or any of us. She brought along two twin boys. They were nice children, but slightly hyper. My step-mom hated my guts and everything about me.

Not exactly the most friendly environment to grow up in.

So I left. I decided to live with my mom, Anthea Kay. She was a famous actress and architect with a huge company that designed many homes and neighborhoods around the U.S. I looked up to her; she was my model.

"Annie! Here!"

I finally found the girl calling my name. Her hair was black and spiky, and there were bold blue stripes in it. Her eyes were a stunning electric blue, defiant and proud. I cocked my head, studying her. She was dressed in punk clothing and black and silver combat boots. Many of the guys passing checked her out, but she stood, not looking at any of them.

I walked over to her. "Uh, do I know you?" The girl grinned, shaking her head. "No. But you do now! I'm Thalia. I'm one of your mom's adopted kids...one of her best friends, my mom, died in a car crash and she adopted me and my brother," she said. My eyes widened. Horror struck through me. "Gosh! I'm so sorry, Thalia. I'm not Annie, I'm-"

"Annabeth. Yeah, yeah, but I like my nickname for you. Don't you?" Thalia asked, the silver bracelet sliding up and down her arm as she swiftly led me to the car. I sighed. "Actually, not really. But it's okay."

Thalia flashed me a gorgeous smile of perfect teeth. "Great! Anyway, Anthea asked me to take you to our driver and then to home! Welcome to L.A., Annabeth!" She said warmly. I was relieved that she didn't say 'Annie'. It hit a little too close to home.

Thalia and the driver helped me with my stuff when we got to the glossy black limo. Then we climbed in, and I enjoyed the ride.

Thalia leaned back casually, hands behind her head. "Hey. Want a soda?" She threw me a cherry coke from the mini fridge next to her. I caught it and sipped, refreshed. "So...my mom has adopted you?"

"Yeah. Jason and me," Thalia replied. "Your mom is awesome. She's more of a mother than my real mom was." I smiled, seeing that Thalia really seemed grateful.

The car stopped. "Hey, we're here."

The car pulled in front of a large, grand mansion of white marble, one of my mom's designs, of course. My mom stood at the steps, a phone to her ear as she talked quickly. Probably about her company. She shut her phone and rushed forward, beaming. "Annabeth! I'm so glad you're home..."

She wrapped me in a hug and smiled widely. "Hi, Mom." She felt real-like she was actually happy to see me and not acting. "I've missed you," I said.

She went back and gestured at Thalia. "So, you've met Thalia. Would you like to meet Jason? I think he's talking to Nico upstairs." Mom said, bringing me inside. At the mention of Nico's name, a very light blush came across Thalia's face. I winked at her, and the blush became darker.

They brought my stuff inside.

We went upstairs into one of the giant bedrooms to the right. Mom knocked, then opened the door. A tall dark-haired boy with olive green eyes and a tall boy with blond hair and sky blue eyes were playing Call of Duty, screaming at the TV.

"Guys. Annabeth is here," Mom said, turning the TV off. They groaned, setting the controllers down. "Okay! I'll grab some snacks for you guys. Be right back."

The blond boy stood up, smiling sincerely, holding his hand out. "Hey, Annabeth. I'm Jason, your adoptive brother. Welcome to L.A.!" He said warmly. I shook his hand. He watched me carefully, as if waiting for some extreme reaction from me. The other boy edged forwards, his eyes covered by his dark bangs. "Nico." He stuffed his hands in his pockets. He did the same thing as Jason, studying me.

I nodded politely, smiling. Thalia rolled her blue eyes. "Oh my gosh, Nico. Why do you always act like this?"

Nico turned to Thalia, face red. "Well, you of all people should know that I'm not a people person." Thalia snickered. "See? My theory of you being emo is correct," She crowed, smiling. Nico rolled his eyes, sitting back onto Jason's white bed. His entire room was really neat. Surprising for a boy.

"Whatever. I think I'm going to go," Nico said, getting up. I saw panic in her eyes. "Hey, I didn't think you would be that sensitive about it," Thalia said. Nico cast a reluctant look back at her. "You-"

"Don't say that, Thalia," Jason said, sighing. Thalia sent a pointed look her brother's way. 'We're talking about this later, then', it read.

"Oh, well. Whatever. When you get manly enough, come back. Or better, don't." Thalia snorted, arms crossed. Nico's eyes narrowed, and he left without a word. Once he was out, Thalia sighed. "I hate pretending like I don't like him. But I have to. He pretty much already suspects that I like him," Thalia said, dragging me with her.

"Ta-da!" She flung open a silver door with elegant black patterns on it. Inside, however, was a whole new story. Band posters covered the white walls, and random albums were strewn across her giant espresso-colored bed. A book case sat in one corner, and two tables in another. The TV and a laptop were both on. A black night stand stood at the side of her bed. Her clothes were neatly set in her closet, and I could tell the nice dresses and skirts had never or rarely been touched. The guitar stood on its stand with a notebook and loose music notes around it.

I sat down cautiously on the blue bean bag behind the TV. She whistled. Suddenly, a bird screeched in, its wings spread wide. "Holy-!"

"This is Ace, my hawk. Amazing, isn't he?" She stroked its feathers. "It's not illegal to keep a bird of prey in your room?" I asked, shocked. Thalia grinned. "I have permission."

She clicked her fingers three times, and a Siberian husky with piercing white eyes bounded in, shaking its coat. "Honestly? Are you like the animal goddess or something?"

"Sadly, no," Thalia replied.

I laughed. "So, what's up with you and Nico?" I asked curiously. Thalia smiled. "Oh, well, I have a crush on him...I guess, but I pretend not to so he doesn't find out. I'm not really out for dating him. That's not my thing," she said. I nodded. "Oh."

She yawned, grabbing her red and white electric guitar and plugging it in. "Hey, Annie, do you play music?" She asked. I nodded slowly. "Just the violin and cello," I replied. Her eyes lit up. "Cool! I just play the guitar and the piano."

"What about Jason?" I asked, considering my new foster brother. "Nah, he's not into that. He plays basketball and soccer, though," she replied, clicking on her laptop. Suddenly, Avril Lavigne blasted it, and she started playing her guitar along. "C'mon, Annie! Sing!"

I tapped my foot, intoxicated by Thalia's enthusiasm. "Hey, hey, you, you, I don't like your girlfriend! No way, no way, I think you need a new one."

Thalia blurted out the lyrics with me, laughing. Her voice was pitch perfect. After we finished goofing around, we collapsed on her bed. "Man, you need to go into the music industry. Your voice is amazing!" I said. She shook her head. "No."

"Thalia..."

"My mom was a singer. Look where she ended up. Dead from drunk driving. I don't want to turn out like her," Thalia said, her eyes stone cold. I cringed. I was scared of the look she was giving me. Her eyes were dead like she had no hope of forgiving her mother for acting the way she had. "But you have so much potential! You don't have to go on the same path as your mom," I replied. She stopped, not turning back. "I won't be able to stop myself. Sometimes I don't want to admit it, but I'm a lot like my mother."

She went downstairs, beckoning me with a hand. "C'mon. Let's not talk about her. I'll give you the grand tour."

I followed her, wondering exactly what Thalia's past was like.

OK! FIRST CHAPTER DOWN! :) I'VE ALREADY WRITTEN THE SECOND ONE...HEHE

oh yeah, do you like the idea of Thalia/Nico or Thalia/Luke or Thalia/ someone else?

See ya!