I looked her up and down. , "A roller derby girl? Seriously?" I asked waving to my mom and walking out the door. Annabeth and I have been friends for six years now, we tried being more than friends but it didn't really work out. But, today for some reason were going trick-or-treating. Thank you, Paul.

The streets were busy with little kids dressed as many magical, supernatural, and geeky things. Annabeth looked at her costume and sighed.

"It was my step mothers… She insisted." Annabeth said almost falling over her own skates. I grabbed her in time and brought her back up. She nodded and skated as we walked down the busy street. I couldn't help looking at her costume. I mean short shorts, fish netting, tank top, and heavy make-up isn't really that appealing. Speaking that's not very useful when you're getting the crud beat out of you. Annabeth placed a hand on her dagger.

"Why would you bring that?" I said pointing towards it. She looked at it and back at me with a smirk.

"Why didn't you wear a costume?" She said crossing her arms. I looked down at my orange jacket and green cargo pants.

"I'm a pumpkin. And at least my weapon matches my outfit." I said a slight kiddish tone crept into my voice.

"Your pen makes you look idiosyncratic." Annabeth exclaimed. A few people looked at us strange and one kid threw a piece of taffy at us. I picked it up but Annabeth took it. I stoke out my tongue like a little kid. I was surprised to see she stuck out her tongue, too.

"I'm sorry, I don't speak whatever language you just spoke."

"That sweater makes you look like a traffic cone."

"You're bugging me now." I said knocking on a door. Almost all the houses were already swarmed. This was the only one that wasn't that we had found at that moment.

"You knock like a baby." Annabeth said then slammed her fist into the door three times. I crossed my arms. The door opened then out from behind, came an old lady. She was wearing a bowling out fit and smelt of litter boxes. She came out with a smile then a frown fell. Annabeth smiled charmingly and waited for the old lady to give them candy. But she only reached into her bag and threw two copies of Moby Dick at them.

"Read you fricken teens!" She screamed and closed the door. Annabeth and I didn't even flinch. Annabeth caught the book mid-air and grabbed mine before it hit my face. She throws them in her back pack and skated away. We looked up at the New York sky. There were few, but bright stars today. Clouds covered the sky. I always thought of stars as mini warriors that fight to stay light for centuries. Annabeth looked at me and sighed.

"You know almost all those stars are already died, right?" She told me ignoring almost all the houses she was passing. I sighed and gave her the 'Your smartness annoys me' look. Then I stared towards a house that looked like a haunted house. Annabeth grabbed my shoulder then I shook it off.

"Percy… D.G.'s aren't good in scary places. If we get startled we…" Annabeth said trying to get a hold of me. Then I felt her grab my hand and yanked me backwards. I was pulled like a tape measurer twirled in circles, when I stopped we were like, two inches apart. I felt my face turn red and hot. Annabeth was also turning a pinkish color. I could only focus on one thing. Not the heavy makeup , not the kids pointing and giggling at us, nor the strobe lights from the cool house. All I saw was Annabeth.

"Percy, I…" She said. Her breath smelled of oranges. We were closer. I thought. I closed my eyes and leaned farther and farther. I felt my lips barely brush hers and then we heard….

"Dude, oh. Sorry."

I sighed and moved my head away. I looked up. There was Grover not wearing a disguise. Annabeth was so shocked by his voice that she flipped backwards and hit a boy about our age. But she didn't stop there… she tried to stop and so doing grabbed the boys hood and dragged him with her.

I started to run after her., "Brakes! Brakes!" I scream. She just kept dragging him backwards. She rolled her eyes. She struggled to keep herself upward.

"I don't know how! All these things have are little things at the end and even if I pull them down I'll…" She said. But it was too late. She and the boy flew into a tub of water. He fell and used her as a cushion. I pulled him off her a little too hard and he flew and hit the ground. Her head popped out of the water and she spit out an apple. She smiled and stood up. Then she did something I didn't expect. She laughed. And laughed. And laughed. , "Do that!"

"Are you okay?" the boy asked. She cleared her throat. Still a happy expression on her face.

"Yeah! No worries!" Annabeth said. I took off my orange coat and wrapped it around her. I knew I was scolding, but I didn't know why. , "That was cool. I wouldn't mind doing that again."

"NO!" All three of us yelled. I cleared my throat. Annabeth smiled. I looked at her closely. Her makeup had washed off. She looked very pretty except she looked like a roller derby girl and the clothes fit her I mean hmm. How do I put this? They just looked… strange on her. I guess. The boy took off his shirt and rung it out. I took nothing of it. But Annabeth was awe struck.

"Um. What's, what's your name?" She asked. I rolled my eyes and grabbed her hand. As if to say 'She's mine.'

"Time to go." I said. Grover had walked away and came back with a big bowl of candy.

"Troy." He said handing her a piece of paper. He did a phone with his hand and mouthed 'Call Me'. I rolled my eyes again and grabbed her wrist and pulled her on the skates to the awesome house. Annabeth freed her wrist and ripped the number. I smirked and knocked on the awesome house's door. No answer and then the 'fake zombie' on the bench rose and walked up to Annabeth. It growled at us. I didn't move and I laughed. Annabeth took it harsher and unsheathed her dagger, and ripped the costume down the middle. I stopped laughing and grabbed it from her. I looked at the man and I sighed with relief he wasn't hurt. Annabeth calmed down and then became conscious of what she has done. I grabbed the bowl of candy that said 'Take as u please'. They need to be more specific. I grabbed Annabeth's hand as the terrified man dialed 911. We just ran and ran after we grabbed Grover.

"Hey dude. Um I was wanting to ask, why u aren't wearing anything to cover those…" I gestured toward his goat legs. He laughed.

"I am my own costume." He said. Annabeth caught her breath and gave me a strange look. She pointed toward the big bowls.

"Explain." She said walking down the street. We were no longer in our neighborhood. We were in a larger city area. People buzzed by us.

"The bowl said, Take as please…" Grover said shrugging.

"So we took as we pleased!" I exclaimed with a smirk. Annabeth rolled her eyes. We came to a building we hadn't seen before. But there was a line and loud screams of joy. I motioned for Grover and Annabeth to follow me and we cut some people .

"Hey!" A woman called. Annabeth sighed.

"We are police ma'am ." She said biting her lip. She snapped her finger and there was a loud boom. The woman smiled and laughed.

"'Coarse officer!" She laughed. We pushed our way to the front and tried to open the door. I pushed it but it wouldn't open.

"Percy…" Annabeth said.

"Yes."
"The door says pull."

"Thanks." I said blushing. I pulled the door and we walked inside. It was super loud inside and everybody inside was almost dressed like Annabeth. I laughed and turned to where she was. Or use to be. I looked everywhere till a large voice said.

"HELLO FOLKS! TO THE 105TH ROLLER DURBY HALLOWEEN OFF! ALL THE GIRLS ARE LINED UP. WE HAVE A NEW ADDITION. LETS GIVE A WARM NEW YORK HAND TO THE YORKER'S NEW JAMMER, THE BLOND ASSASSIN!"