Here's chapter 2!

Annabeth's POV

-Later that same day, Annabeth is at Percy's house working on the project-

"Here we are," Percy told me as we walked up to a door that belongs to a big, beautiful house. He takes out a key and opens the door walking in, me following him. "Mom!" he calls into the house, "I'm home!" A lady with kind features and a big smile walks up to us and gives Percy a hug before noticing me, "Hi, I'm Sally, Percy's mom." She holds her hand out for me to shake, and when I do, I find her hand soft and warm. "I'm Annabeth." I tell her.

"Annabeth…" she turns to Percy, "I thought she was one of the kids that-"

He cuts her off by saying "Umm… yeah, school project mom" Wait I'm one of the people that what? Bully him? Tease him? Treat him like crap? Sally's smile falters a little bit.

"What's the project about?"

"We have to do a presentation on the other person." Percy told her, she nodded,

"Well you could look through the photo album on top of the fire place," Sally told Percy, who then walked over to the fire place and pulled a huge photo album off the top.

"Come on Annabeth, we'll work in my room." He led me up two flights of stairs before finally stopping in front of a blue door. He pushes the door open and I have to say, I was shocked… It was not what I had expected, I had expected a dark gloomy room, but instead I had walked into a light blue room with the windows open so fresh air and bright light flooded inside. Percy smirked when he saw my face, "Not what you expected?" I shook my head.

He sat down on the floor and patted the spot next to him, I sat down. He flipped open the first page and before I even saw the first picture, I lost interest, not really caring. When he was about half way through the book I finally started to look at some of the pictures. Most of the pictures had a little boy about 5 years old with pitch black hair and the greenest eyes ever, Percy. At one point we came across a picture of a guy who looks exactly like Percy, I realize exactly who it is, his dad. "That's your dad," I say pointing at the picture, he looks at it and nods, silent. He closes the book and sets it down on the desk in his room.

"So… tell me about yourself." He tells me.

"Well, I live with my mom, dad and two little brothers." I suddenly notice a guitar on a stand in the corner of his room, "do you play?" I ask pointing at it, he nods, walking over and picking it up, he sits on his bed and starts to strum a beautiful tune, but what surprises me the most is when he starts singing.

I don't own the song!

I feel like I'm drowning in ice water

My lips have turned a shade of blue

I'm frozen with this fear

That you may disappear

Before I've given you the truth

I bleed my heart out on this paper for you

So you can see what I can't say

I'm dying here (I'm dying here)

'Cause I can't say what I want to

I bleed my heart out just for you

I've always dreamed about this moment

And now it's here and I've turned to stone

I stand here petrified

As I look you in your eyes

My head is ready to explode

I bleed my heart out on this paper for you

So you can see what I can't say

I'm dying here

'Cause I can't say what I want to

I bleed my heart out just for you

And it's all here in

Black and white and red

For all the times

Those words were never said

I bleed my heart out on this paper for you

So you can see what I can't say

I'm dying here

'Cause I can't say what I want to

I bleed my heart out just for you

I bleed my heart out just for you.

He has an amazing voice! When he finishes, he looks up and gives me a small smile.

"How are you not already famous?" I ask him. He shrugs,

"My music is just a hobby."

"Did you write that song?" He nods. Wow, I'm impressed; here I thought he was just some weirdo loser with no talent. "Tell me about yourself," I tell him, he walks over to his desk and picks up a sketch pad and a note book and hands them to me, "Everything you need to know," he tells me, "is in here." Wait what? Is that possible?

"Percy! Annabeth! Dinner is ready!" I hear Sally yell from down stairs. As we walk down the stairs I start looking through the sketch pad, Percy is an amazing artist! Most of the sketches are of the beach, but the odd one is of a random person, the sketches look so real.

When we walk into the kitchen Sally hands me a plate and tells me to help myself. When I see that Percy is not taking any food, I ask him, "Are you not going to eat?" He shakes his head,

"I'm anorexic, remember?" Oh yeah.