Chapter Two

A/N: Okay, so wow. Thank you so, so much for all the reviews, follows and favourites, it was the most I've ever gotten and omg thank you all so much I love you okay. So therefor, today instead of actually doing my work, I sat in class and wrote chapter two. It's a rather short one, and not so very much action (sorry, the more fluffy parts will come, promise!) but I don't want to hurry into the action. Uhm, yeah, I hope it's not too awful and that you'll enjoy it. And thank you for reading this, you're almost as fabulous as Magnus Bane and soon this A/N is longer than Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, so yeah I really hope you like it!

Annabeth

I was sat cross legged on my bed, reading, when Percy came back to the room later in the evening. He had been out with some friends, and I had made a sandwich in the kitchen and sat in my room eating it, instead of going to the big dining hall where all of the students ate. I wasn't really in the mood of sitting alone at a table, while everywhere around me people would sit with their friends and laugh and reunite after the summer break. I'd rather spend time with my book.

"What are you reading?" Percy asked and threw himself down on the bed opposite mine. I held up the book so that he could read the cover. "Architecture. Surprising," he said when he'd read the title and I didn't reply."Are you going to ignore me? Is that book really so much interesting than a fine fellow like me?" I glanced at him and lifted my eyebrows.

"Do you really want to know the answer?" I asked. Percy chuckled and got up to his feet. He walked over to my bed and peeked over my shoulder at the page.

"To be honest, I think I might be a bit more funnier to hang out with, than that," Percy said with a shrug and a nod towards the book.

"I don't know if I can agree with you," I replied but I still put down the book on my bedside table.

"So what are we going to do? Watch a film?" he asked and I just shrugged in reply. "A film it is then." He pulled out his laptop from a bag and after a few minutes of snickering we decided on some bad comic film. Percy snuck down to the kitchen and rummaged through the cupboards and managed to find some chocolate and then we cuddled up in my bed with two blankets and pillows, laughing at the film and quarreling about the chocolate as if we had known each other for ages, not just an afternoon. I fell asleep later that evening, after Percy had been a gentleman and let me use the bathroom and brush my teeth and change into my pj's first, with a smile on my lips. It seemed as if I'd managed to find a friend, on my first day too, and by a rather strange coincidence.

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Percy

The next morning I woke up earlier than I used to do at home. I had a tendency to be a real stereotypical teenagers and on days when I didn't have school sleep until lunch when mom thought it was time for me to get up. But I assumed it was the change of environment and the unusual feeling of sharing a room with someone, and having soft breathings on the other side of the room all the time, that made me for the first time in my teenage years wake up before midday. The sun was peeking in through the window, and it seemed it would be yet another beautiful day with nice weather. I stretched with a yawn and checked the clock on my nightstand. 8.37 a.m. I got up and grabbed some clean clothes and went into the bathroom for a shower.

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When I got out from a refreshing shower, Annabeth was still sound asleep. I couldn't stop the temptation, and went over to her bed. My hair was still wet, and I carefully squeezed it out right over her head. A bunch of drops splattered down on her face and her gray eyes flew open with a start.

"What the-," she began and blinked a few times, as if to wake up. "Percy!" she yelled and got up from her bed. She grabbed her pillow and threw it hard at my head, but I dodged it with a laugh.

"Good morning to you too, slept well?" I asked, attempting to sound innocent and angelic, but failing miserably by laughing so hard from her fuming expression.

"Fuck you, Seaweed Brain," she muttered and climbed back into bed, but I grabbed her arm and shook my head at her.

"Nope, you're not going back to bed, it's time for breakfast. And what do you mean with Seaweed Brain?" I asked. She yawned and glared at me.

"Your eyes have the same colour as seaweed, so I just assumed that your brain was made of it too." I chuckled.

"I like your creativity. Now take a shower and then we'll go and grab breakfast," I said and ushered her toward the bathroom.