Author's Note: I had fun writing this chapter and I wanted to pop this chapter out really quick. Enjoy!

Chapter 2

Annabeth's POV July 7, 2017

I was drawing windows on a building that I had been working on for days. This was the third time I was drawing it. The first time I drew it, someone spilled their coffee on it. The second time I drew it, someone threw it away. I was extra precautionary with this one. Unfortunately, I wasn't careful enough. When my phone rang I flinched and knocked my chai latte all over the drawings. Now, I was pissed. Whoever called me was about to hear a few choice words. "Hello?" I said angrily. "Hi Annabeth. This is Percy." I tossed my latte in the air. "P-P-P-Percy?"

"Yeah. It's so good to hear your voice."

"Yours to, but I thought you were dead."

"Same here. How about we catch up? Do you still live in Long Island?"

"Yes."

"Ok, I'll meet you tomorrow at noon. Where do you want to go?"

"Uh, we can meet at the bistro down the street from my apartment. I'll text you the address."

"Nice talking to you, Wise Girl."

"Anytime, Seaweed Brain." Then he hung up. I have never been happier to get one of my drawing ruined.

Percy's POV July 8, 2010

I printed out the directions to the Bistro from MapQuest. I put on a nice white polo shirt and jeans. I grabbed my keys and hopped in my car.

When I arrived at the Bistro, I saw Annabeth waiting in and looking around for me. I got out of the car and yelled, "Annabeth!"

"Oh my gods! Percy!" She yelled running towards me. I wrapped my arms around her. "I missed you so much!"

"I missed you too. Let's go in and get something to eat." She nodded and we headed in. I ordered tomato basil soup and Annabeth ordered a Panini. "So how has the three years treated you?" Annabeth asked. "Pretty good, I started working at Gianni's about two years ago."

"I love their food!"

"So you've been there?" Annabeth nodded. "How are you doing?"

"Well, I'm still an architect. I started dating the weatherman from channel eight."

"Well, I'm glad that you moved on because that's what I would've wanted you to do."

"So, are you dating anyone?"

"No," I replied. "Oh, so how did you find out I was alive?"

"Well, a voice in my head told me to go to Camp HalfBlood , I was talking to Chiron and well he asked about you."

"Let me guess, you told him that I was dead and he told you otherwise."

"Wise girl never loses her smarts." Annabeth laughed. We looked at each other, taking in the fact that this was not a dream and we were really in each other's presence.

Annabeth's POV July 8, 2017

"Well, Percy this was fun. I have to get back to work, but would you like to come to my place for dinner?"

"I'd love too." Percy replied. I smiled, "See you at six." After giving Percy one last hug I left and got a taxi. When I arrived at my work, Mindy, the lady at the front desk, handed me a pile of messages. They were all from Mark. They all said things such as, I love you or You're amazing. I smiled and thanked Mindy. When I got back to my office I saw that everything was in the same place except for one thing, my drawing. I had started redrawing it this morning and left it in my organizer and now it was on my desk. There were words on the paper that said, "Percy isn't worth the time." What? I looked at the paper again and saw that there was nothing there. Great, now I'm seeing things. Shaking the thought out of my head I continued to work on the drawing.

Later that night, I got home and started cooking spaghetti. Mark walked through the door and I greeted him with a kiss. "Hi honey. What's cooking?"

"Spaghetti," I replied. "Oh and we are having a special dinner guest."

"Who?" Mark asked. "Percy Jackson." He froze, "Isn't that your old boyfriend? Isn't he dead?"

"Yes and it was all a misunderstanding." Mark slowly nodded his head. "He should be here soon." Then, there was a knock at the door. "That must be him," I said rushing for the door. "Percy! How nice to see you!" I said giving him a hug. Mark coughed. "This is my boyfriend Mark. Percy meet Mark." Percy extended his handed and shook Mark's. "Let's sit down," I said putting a hand on Mark's back. I brought the spaghetti and sauce out to the table and set it down. After everyone dished up, we began to eat. There was a silence except for the occasional clink of forks and plates. I sighed, "So, I'm glad you could come to dinner." Percy was staring down at his bowl. "Thanks for inviting me," Percy said not looking up. I could feel the awkward. "Well, I think it's time I go. Again, thanks for inviting me," Percy said while heading towards the door. "You're welcome." Then, I heard the door close. "Why didn't you say anything?" I asked Mark. "I didn't feel comfortable having one of your ex-boyfriends eating with us, especially when you didn't ask for my permission!" Mark exclaimed. "First of all, Percy is just a friend, a friend who I thought was dead for three years! Second, since when do I need your permission to invite guests over? I've done it before." I retorted. He huffed and left the room. I angrily washed the dishes. When I was getting ready for bed, Mark still wouldn't talk to me, so I put my jammies on and slept on the couch.

Percy's POV July 9, 2017

I started having regrets about going to dinner last night. It was obvious that Mark wasn't excited I was there. I hoped that everything went well after dinner but I couldn't be sure. Annabeth had texted me to see if I wanted to go somewhere. I replied yes and told her that we should go grab some coffee. We met up a Starbucks and continued to talk about our lives over the past three years. Suddenly, I saw a couple men dressed in suits, walk into the shop. They all worked for the channel eight news, and one of them was Mark. Annabeth was facing away from them so she didn't see them. I covered my face with a menu. "Percy? What are you doing?"

"Nothing, just trying to read the menu." I said casually. "Percy is there something wrong? You're acting kind of-"

"Well, well. Is Percy Jackson on a date? With Annabeth?" Mark said in a mocking tone. "Shut-up Mark!" Annabeth yelled. He rolled his eyes, "Whatever." Then, he walked away. "My gods, he can be such a jerk. He's really not the jealous type so I don't know what's gotten into him."

"We have too much history, too much chemistry." I replied. She nodded, "I guess." She watched Mark talk with his co-workers. "Everything will be alright. Don't worry," I said. "I sure hope so," Annabeth said continuing to stare off into the distance.

Dun, dun, dun. Will things get better? or worse? R&R to find out! ;D