So…a drabble fic. Credit goes to ObeliskX for encouraging me to even write this in the first place and the idea for this chapter. This will be a slight change of the usual Percy's friends go to his apartment, meets Annabeth freaking out cause of the random spider that had to appear to make this work, mortal friend has crush on Percy, heart's broken and stuff like that. Slight twist: gender change and other stuff. (Yeah, you saw right. Fem Percy, Male Annie.)
Hope this isn't too cliché, and REVIEW please.
Disclaimer: If I owned PJO I wouldn't be here writing crappy stories. I would be living in a mansion eating three hundred cartons of ice cream every single day. In other words, don't own PJO. (Applies to all chapters.)
A piercing scream rang out across the entire apartment.
Michelle noticed her best friend, Percy, tensing up immediately. Her hand snuck to her pocket where she knew her ballpoint pen resided. Off track, she wondered what good the ballpoint pen would do.
Then another scream rang out, and Michelle's breath caught in her throat. The scream sounded masculine, and it seemed like he was truly panicked, like he was going to break down a wall or something—wait, masculine? Who the hell had screamed? This is a disgrace to the society of boys! Percy seemed to recognize the scream, if the way she tightened her grip on her ballpoint pen was any indication, and then Percy was on her feet and they were all running to Percy's bedroom, where the scream had come from. Percy threw open the door—
They came face to face with a blond boy on Percy's bed.
He was all mussed hair and dishevelled clothes and pink lips and beautiful, beautiful grey eyes. She was in love.
You don't even know the guy! Michelle chided herself. Don't think such things!
Percy relaxed with a disgruntled huff. "What the hell, Wise Boy?"
Michelle would bet she was the only one who had noticed the nickname and how Percy had relaxed. The rest of their friends stayed frozen by the door as if stuck there by superglue—now that's future prank material, Michelle internally laughed to herself.
Then the blond boy opened his mouth, and he sounded panicked beyond belief, like he was going to collapse on the floor.
"Percy… It's…I-it-t's a-a-f-f-f-ter me!"
Percy's on alert again, sea green eyes darting around like she was…picking out threats. But that's impossible. Percy—sarcastic, goofy Percy—wouldn't have been trained—she even snorted at the thought—trained for anything. Okay, maybe apart from swimming. But that would be the only exception.
"What?" Percy's voice was sharp and she tensed up.
"I-i-tt-it. There," The beautiful boy on Percy's bed shrieked, scrambling backwards.
Michelle followed his gaze. There, on the ground, resided—
A plain brown spider.
Michelle shrieked an alarmingly high pitched screech. "Kill it! Kill it, Percy! Kill that monster!"
The monster turned beady eyes on her. Michelle shrieked higher and scrambled onto the bed.
They blond boy gave her a glance out of the corner of his eye, and Michelle reveled in his glance. It felt like heat was traveling up her body, it felt like she was being consumed from inside out. Was this love? She wondered, then the boy shifted and his gaze travelled to the floor again.
He clamped a hand over his mouth to stifle the next screech that came out and scrambled off the bed like a manic. "Percy! Holy Styx, it's on the—Mother of Hera!"
Michelle gave him a confused frown and turned back to the spider. Where was it? Was it gone? Yes! Michelle mentally started to celebrate until she felt something on her foot. Instinctively she shook it off, but the thing was stubborn and it clung to her foot. She gave the beautiful boy she loved a glance to see how he would react to this strange happening. He wasn't looking at her. He was staring at her foot in disgust and fear.
Michelle had a faint idea what could be on her foot.
She looked down slowly—
She shrieked.
She panicked, foot shaking furiously, hand reaching for everything in reach so she could get something and smack the monster off her foot oh my god it's crawling holy hell then—
There was a hard smack and the spider became a gooey mess on her foot.
She looked up. Percy smirked, holding a rolled up newspaper in hand. "You're welcome."
She exhaled.
"You couldn't have done that earlier, could you?"
Percy chuckled and smiled that positively evil smile at her. "Nope."
She sighed and grabbed a tissue off the nightstand. "You're evil."
Percy gave her that evil smile again. "I know." Percy turned to the love of Michelle's life, and he gave Percy a blinding grin and Michelle was sure the way his lips parted and showed pearly white teeth should be illegal.
"Thanks, Percy," he said, and his voice sounded like honey, sweet and smooth and it would probably give her diabetes but she didn't care, she just wanted to hear it over and over again.
Michelle felt her lips curve into an involuntary smile together with his, his smile was just that infectious. Then Percy did the last thing she expected her to do: she crossed her arms and glared.
"What the hell, Andrew Chase?"
He did the last thing she expected him to do: he raised an eyebrow. "The hell?" Percy's eyes flickered to the group of people still standing shell shocked in the doorway, and then back to the newly christened Andrew's face.
Even his name is perfect, just like his pouty pink lips and muscled torso and messed blond hair and those beautiful grey eyes… Michelle sighed dreamily to herself but quickly snapped back to reality when her best friend, Kyle exclaimed, "What the hell?"
The pair turned to him at the same time. "What?" They chorus, then they glanced at each other, laughed, and said again in perfect sync, "Jinx." Their grins grew wider. "Double jinx." They started chuckling. "Triple jinx." They stopped laughing but kept smiling. "Quadruple jinx." They turned to face each other, seemingly preparing for something, though Michelle had no idea what. "Guinea pigs." They burst out laughing, held their wrists up and smacked them against each other's.
Andrew was laughing so hard tears were practically rolling down his cheeks. Percy was faring slightly better, no tears coming out but a hand on her stomach instead. "Gods, that never gets old." Andrew wiped a tear away. "I still have pictures."
Percy looked utterly horrified. "You do not! When did you even find the time to take a photo anyway?"
Andrew smirked and Michelle's vision tunneled. God, why was he so gorgeous? "I have my ways." Percy glared.
"Please tell me you didn't spread them around."
Andrew gave Percy a miserable attempt of a frown, which just made him seem more cute to Michelle. "Of course I didn't! Who do you take me for?"
Percy's eyes narrowed. "What price did you sell them for?"
"Why are you saying?" Andrew protested, grey eyes sparkling. Beautiful, she thought. "I didn't!"
"Five, then. Who did you sell it to?"
Huh? Was there some kind of unspoken signal she had missed? Michelle looked back at her other friends, only to see them wearing the same bewildered expression.
"Nobody! Why would you think that?"
Percy collapsed onto the bed and buried her face in her hands. "Oh my gods, Andrew, you did not sell them to Clarisse, Thalia, the Stolls, the rest of the Seven and the entire camp!" Another signal they had missed? Michelle gave the pair a puzzled frown. And who were those people? And a camp? Percy had never mentioned that before.
Andrew attempted innocence. "I didn't!" Percy glared. "I didn't! I totally didn't!" Percy glared harder with each refusal, and Andrew finally gave up. Michelle found his perseverance cute. "Okay… Maybe?"
Percy must have seen something in his eyes—those heart wrenchingly beautiful eyes—that she didn't. "The Romans too? Andrew!"
Michelle felt her heart tear as Andrew gave Percy pouting eyes—and oh, how much she wished he would use them with her! He leaned closer to Percy's face and Michelle felt her breath catch in her throat. Was he about to…
No, Michelle shook her head. Percy didn't have a boyfriend.
Wait—
Her blood ran cold.
Boyfriend. Percy.
Percy had mentioned a blond, grey eyed boy who lived in Long Island Sound maybe once or twice. And by once or twice she meant somewhere between a million and a billion.
It couldn't be.
Somewhere in her a small voice whispered, It's true. You know it's true.
Their lips met and the world melted away. All that was left was the couple kissing madly in the middle of the bedroom.
Michelle's heart broke.
A smooth voice she had never heard the likes of whispered inside her, I'm so sorry, my dear, but the two of you were never meant to be. Besides, Poseidon will smash me into pulp if I set up Andrew and you.
The voice faded, and Michelle swore she could smell perfume in the air.
But that didn't matter. She and Andrew were never meant to be.
Her heart shattered and it hurt, it hurt like something she loved was tearing her apart and she couldn't—didn't—want to fight back. It hurt like she had been bathing in acid and had been run over by a bus.
Andrew and Percy then separated, but with a loud smack that made her heart ache.
"So, everybody." Percy turned back to them, fingers entwined with Andrew's and she couldn't swallow the lump in her throat. "This is my boyfriend, Andrew Chase."
Somehow hearing it out loud hurt more than the realization.
She clamped a hand to her mouth to keep the sobs from overflowing. "Excuse me."
She ran to the bathroom, locked the door behind her, and let the pain and the tears overflow.