My first ever long story! Yay! My idea is VERY cliché and overused, I know. But I'll try to make it as wonderful and original as possible. I'll never be as good as some other authors, but then again, I've got quite a few more years ahead of me.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own PJaTO. I do not own PJaTO. I do not own PJaTO. (I know, I know, I hate writing these as much as you hate them just for being there)

Dr. Chase's POV:

I didn't know how to break the news to Annabeth. After moving from Virginia to California, and just settling down, we were going to move back to the east coast of the United States. To NYC, New York.

My wife had suggested to me that we move to New York, seeing as it was closer to Camp Half-Blood and that I had a better offer waiting for me there. I could even take the Sopwith Camel with me. Of course, I had said yes.

Ah, there was Annabeth now, sprawled across her bed, smiling over a picture wistfully. Probably of Camp Half-Blood. I inched forward, and I took a careful look at the framed image.

Annabeth was laughing, and smiling at a handsome, jet black-haired boy, who had his arm around her shoulders and was grinning back at her mischievously. They were sitting beneath a tall pine tree. A satyr, probably Grover, who Annabeth had told me about, had stuck his arm out and made a peace symbol just as the camera's flash went off.

Could that boy possibly be… Percy? I leaned in a bit closer. Yep, it was the one and only Perseus Jackson, all right. He had changed some since when we had last met, but he still had those distinctive green eyes.

I was about to open my mouth and let Annabeth know I was here, but by mistake, my arm hit her lampshade and it made a loud, clear, clink.

Annabeth jumped up, startled, letting the picture fall onto her gray bed sheets. When she saw it was me, her face turned bright red. "Oh, uh, Dad! Erm, sorry about that. I was just, uh…" she trailed off.

I raised one eyebrow. "Looking at a picture of camp?" Annabeth looked relieved, and she nodded, her face turning back to its normal color. I decided to get back to doing what my task was: Telling Annabeth about the move.

"Well, Annabeth," I began, rubbing the back of my neck. "You see, your step-mother and I have decided to move to New York, so you can keep in better contact with camp. I got an even better job offer there, and you'll be going to the same school as Percy…"

Annabeth's face lightened up, then darkened. "Uh, yeah, that's great, Dad. So, um, I guess I'd better get packing." She turned away, and half-heartedly dumped one of her jackets into the closest suitcase.

"Annabeth? Is anything wrong?" I asked, slightly worried. Something was bothering her.

"No, nothing, Dad," she said, trying to sound reassuring, but failing. Annabeth mumbled something under her breath that I couldn't hear very well, but I caught two words: Mortal girl. That confused me. What did Annabeth have anything to do with a mortal girl?

I looked over at her disbelievingly, and said, "All right. But if you ever want to talk to me about anything, anything at all, than I'll be in the living room for now." I started to close her door, but then at the last minute, turned back around just to see her gazing back at the picture of her and Percy, looking slightly sad.

I sighed, fully closing her door. She must have gotten into some type of problem with Percy. Annabeth never acted like this. She was tough, and kept all her secret emotions locked in her heart. Apparently, Percy had unlocked more of those feelings than anybody else had.

I turned around on my heel and walked down the hallway to help my wife pack up our clothes.

When I got to the closet, I said, "Jina, there's something wrong with Annabeth." She looked confused, but concerned. "What?"

"I think she's run into some problems at camp," I said.

Jina nodded sympathetically for Annabeth, but then asked, "Exactly what problems?"

"I don't know. All I know it's been more stressful at camp, and the fate of Western Civilization will be determined next year. And something to do with Percy," I added.

"Oh, Percy? You mean that black-haired boy that visited two years ago? Hm, I think I might know what she's worrying about," she said.

"What?" I asked, not caring about the fact that I sounded like a nosy second grader.

My wife shook her head and waggled her index finger. "Oh, Frederick, you honestly don't know? Well, I'll let you figure that one out for yourself." She sauntered out of the closet, leaving me there to rack my brains.

Really, what could Annabeth possibly be worried about?

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Ms. Jackson's POV:

Hm… Let's see, eight is already on that line, so it can't be on this square, and it can't be four, either… I thought, trying to figure out my daily Sudoku puzzle. I sipped from my coffee and finally raised my pen to write in a nine when the phone rang.

I stood up and picked up the phone off the countertop, pressing the talk button as I did so.

"Hello? May I ask who's speaking?" I said.

"Hello, I'm Frederick Chase, Annabeth's father," a voice responded. "And you are…?"

"Sally Jackson, Percy's mother. How nice to meet you, Dr. Chase."

"And you as well. I called you to let you know that we're moving to New York City, due to a generous job offer I've received, and Annabeth will be attending Goode High School with Percy. My wife and I thought you might be interested in knowing this."

"Wonderful!" I smiled widely. "I'll go talk to Percy. Thank you for telling me, Dr. Chase. Goodbye, and have a wonderful morning."

"You too, Sally. Goodbye." I heard a beep, then a long monotone.

"Percy?" I called out. "You're going to be late to the first day of your last week of school before winter break!" Soon, a dark haired figure clad in a long T-shirt and shorts groggily stepped out of a room to my right.

"Mom, it's only five forty-five. I shouldn't have to wake up for another thirty minutes," he groaned.

I smiled fondly and ruffled his hair. "Well, a specific someone just called, and I have good news for you."

An immediate half-smile spread across Percy's face. "Really? What?" he asked curiously.

"Annabeth's father–" I watched as his smile dropped. I continued again. "Annabeth's father just called to let me know that Annabeth's going to be moving to New York, because Dr. Chase has received a better job offer here in Manhattan. Annabeth will also be attending Goode High School, once the new year starts."

Percy's expression was carefully controlled, but his eyes pierced through me, glaring at the other apartment buildings through our window. "That's terrific, Mom. Look, I'll be getting ready for school now." I could tell something was… Different between him and Annabeth.

"Not so fast, Perseus. How long have you and Annabeth been like this? I know that Annabeth is your best friend, and you don't treat her like this." I said. He fidgeted around uncomfortably.

"Um, mom, I don't really feel like saying. Is that okay with you?" Percy lifted his glowering gaze and met my eyes. My heart softened. Deep sea-green. So much like his fathers… Poseidon… I mentally shook my head. I had Paul now, what was I thinking?

"Okay, Percy, but if you ever need to talk about, eh, your little relationship, feel free to come to me anytime," I said knowingly.

Percy turned pink and trudged back to his room to get ready for school. I knew what was going on between those two. I shook my head slowly, and sighed.

I wasn't about to interfere with true love. Much. I secretly smiled a small, contended smile and turned back to my now-cold coffee and unfinished Sudoku puzzle.

Love it? Hate it? Review please! I won't be motivated enough until I get ten decent reviews. Only constructive criticism or friendly opinions, no 'stupid story', or 'u suck's.

And the things that they did were just coincidentally alike. I didn't mean for it to be like that. (Ex: They both suggested having a talk with them, Percy and Annabeth both had alike responses…)

-Cake (REVIEW. NOW. Or else I won't update.)