Hey readers! Well, it's Christmas/Hanukkah/Kawnza/What ever you celebrate, so I figured I'd write a holiday book! This is based off of an amazing story by David Levithan and Rachel Cohn. I really hope you like it! It will alternate between Percy and Annabeth's POV's.
FULL SUMMARY;
Percy is confused. When he walks into his favorite book store and sees an unfamiliar red notebook wedged between two of his favorite books, he has to see what it is. After completing the tasks Annabeth, the author of the note book, he leaves Annabeth a clue on where to get her note book back.
Annabeth is frustrated. When her friend, Frank, a worker at her favorite book store, tells her that the notebook she left was taken, and the guy passed on a copy of an old book with a slip of paper in it, telling her how to get her notebook back.
Percy and Annabeth start comunicating through the notebook, giving eachother new dares to complete to receive it. As they learn more about eachother through the notebook, it might turn into something a little more then passing notes.
Disclaimer: I don't own PJO.
Percy's POV
Imagine this:
You're in your favorite book store, scanning the shelves. You set to the section where your favorite authors books reside, and here, nestled in comfortably between the oh, so familiar spines, is a little red notebook.
What do you do?
I think the answer is obvious.
You take the notebook out of its slot in the wall, and you do what it tells you.
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You couldn't get better then Christmas in Manhattan. Everybody always got so into it here, you couldn't help but get the Christmas feeling when you walked through the busy streets.
We'd gotten off school a few days ago, for Winter break. I decided to do what I do best; wonder the Strand to see what I could find.
If you don't know what the Strand is, I pity you. It's one of the biggest book stores in the world. About 18 miles of used books, just waiting for someone to read them. Now that, is what you call a book store.
I was doing what I normally do, checking my favorite author's little area in the Strand, looking for anything new, when I see it. The little red, moleskin notebook.
"DO YOU DARE?"
Is written across a piece of masking tape that goes across the cover.
I flicked my black hair out of my sea green eyes, so I could see the pages. The handwriting was a girls. I could tell because it was neat, and touched up. I read the words to myself.
Dear Reader,
I've left some clues for you want them, turn the you don't, put the book back on the shelf, please.
At first, I was confused. What was this? Some sort of little game? I flipped the page, fascinated by this little book.
So here we are.
1. Let's start with French Pianism. I don't really know what it is, but I'm guessing nobody's going to take it off the shelf.
Charles Timbrell's your man.
88/7/2
88/4/8
Do not turn the page until you full in the blanks(Just don't write in the notebook, please)
I knew what I had to do. I was gonna do what this book told me.
I scanned the rows, and rows of history, and under the last name Timbrell, until I saw the words 'French Pianism' across the spine of a leather book at the bottom of the shelf.
Bingo.
I didn't know what this girl meant by 88/7/28, and 8/4/8.
Then, my mind clicked. I flipped through the pages, until I reached 88. I counted down until line 7, then went to the second word.
Are
Then, I went up to the fourth line, and over 8 words.
You
Are you. I flipped the page of the notebook.
Okay. No cheating. What bugged you about the cover of the book (besides the lack if art)?
Think about it, then turn the page.
Easy. It was the fact that they used the misbegotten phrase 'An Historical'. The correct usage would've been 'A Historical'.
Okay, don't tell anyone but I was kind of a reader. Sure, I was the cool kid at school, caption of the swim team, previously dating Rachel Dare. I was the Percy Jackson. But for some reason, I was compelled to keep going thought this note book.
If you said it was the misbegotten phrase "An Historical," please continue.
If not, please put this journal back on its shelf.
I kept reading.
2. Fat Hoochie Prom Queen
64/4/91
19/3/8
I snickered when I read the name. This girl had some taste in books.
I had no idea where I would find this. Was it fiction, nonfiction, a joke? I decided to ask an employee.
I walked up to an Asian man, who looked a few years older then me. His name tag read 'Frank'.
"Excuse me, sir?" I asked him. "Do you know where I could find, um, Fat Hoochie Prom Queen"
He looked confused, and saw the red notebook in my hands. He just walked away.
I yelled back, "Hey! I really need your help!"
"I'm sorry," Frank said "but you have to do this on your own. It's the rules!" And he ran off into the deeps of the Strand
"Well thanks!" I called back to him.
For another 20 minutes, I scanned title, after title looking for the book. Finally, my eyes spotted it.
I quickly turned to page 64, and went down to line 4, word 9.
Going.
I flipped through it, to page 119 and my eyes scrolled down to the 4th line, and across to word 9.
To.
Are you going to. At this point, I was determined to finish this puzzle.
Very resourceful.
Now that you've found this in the teen section, must I ask you:Are you a teenage boy?
I laughed at this. Whatwas this girl up to? But to answer her question, yes I was a teenage boy. Not avery good one though.
You see, I've only had one serious girlfriend in my life; Rachel Elizabeth Dare. I stared dating her Freshman year, and she moved to Spain within that year. I was a jr. now, and I haven't seen Rachel since.
If yes, please turn the page. If no, please return this to where you found it.
I flipped the page, and I could feel my face drop when I saw the next book.
3. The Joy of Gay Sex(third edition!)
66/12/51
81/18/7
Oh gods. I trudged down into the romance isle. I did my routine of checking the page number, and collecting the word.
Be
Playing
Are you going to be playing. I was desperate to find the rest of the words.
The fact that you are willing to sand there in the Strand with The Joy of Gay Sex bodes well for our future.
However, if you already own this book or would find this useful in your life, in afraid our time together must end here. This girl can only go boy-girl, so if you're into boy-boy, I completely support that, but I don't see where I'd fit into the picture.
I agree with the girl, full support, but I was straight as I could be.
Now, one last book.
4. What The Living Do, by Marie Howe
23/1/8
24/5/9, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15
She gave me the author? Sweet! I quickly found myself looking for Marie Howe. What The Living Do. I was so close.
I did the routine I was so familiar with, found those last words, and flipped the page.
In her neat hand writing, I saw all the words I'd searched for put together.
"Are you going to be playing for the pure thrill if unreluctant desire?"
Heck yeah. I was in this for the long haul.
So here we are.
Now it's up to you,what we do (or don't) do.
If you are interested in continuing this conversation, please choose a book, and leave a slip of paper with your email address inside it. Give it to Frank, at the information desk.
If you ask Frank any questions about me, he will not pass on your book. So no questions.
Once you have given your book to Frank, please return this book to the shelf where your found it.
If you do all these things, you very well might hear from me.
Thank You,
Annabeth
There was no way I was letting this notebook away from me.
I bought French Pianism, and Fat Hoochie Prom Queen, because I'd become attached to them.
I slowly looked through the spines, until I found what I wanted. Perfect. I slipped a piece of paper into a distinct page, and closed the book with ease.
I gave Frank the book, with the single slip of paper in it. I quickly stepped out of the Strand, with the red notebook in my hand.
Two can play at this game.
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I'm excited to see where this story goes, and I hope you all follow along for the ride!