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Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson! Rick Riordan is a guy... and I am a girl.

Annabeth

I stood awkwardly in the kitchen, staring at my dad, who was making his coffee. I was still deciding if I should tell him I saw last night. As he put some bread in the small toaster, he rubbed his temples and moaned.

"Dad?" I asked, unsure of what to say.

"What?" he snapped.

I ignored his bad mood. "Um... Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Just tired."

Right. Are you sure you aren't having a hangover?

"Are you sure? You don't look tired... just in pain?" I said.

"I'm fine. Tired. Didn't sleep last night. I spent most of the night on my computer."

I hated being lied to. I really did. Why couldn't he just tell me the truth?

I tried hard to resist the urge to tell him. My anger got the best of me.

"I know what you did last night, Dad." The way I said it surprised me. I didn't sound angry... just sad.

My dad looked at me, anger in his features. "You don't know anything..."

"I may not... but all I have to ask is, why?"

"Don't question me, you stupid girl."

I could feel anger boil up inside of me. "I'm not stupid."

"Yes you are, you're just like your mother."

From the look on his face, I could tell that he instantly regretted what he had said. He and I never disussed my mom. Ever. Even though I only had a few memories of her, I defended her the best I could.

I felt so angry that I could hit someone. Control it, control it...

"Don't you dare talk about Mom that way!" I yelled at him.

"You barely even knew her. You didn't even know what she was like." he replied calmly. It frustrated me that he was so calm and cold when he said it. I wanted to shake an emotion out of him.

"All I know is, she wouldn't leave her daughter alone in an apartment, leave for a bar and come back around one in the morning and then say the next morning that she doesn't know anything and that she's stupid!" I screamed.

His response angered me. He laughed. He freakin' LAUGHED. The nerve of my father.

Before the situation got worse, I took a deep breath to calm myself, ignoring the lump in my throat. I stomped over to the table, grabbed my phone and walked to the door before yanking it open. I needed to go somewhere. Just away from that apartment. Away from my Dad. I wanted to go back home. I missed it my home so bad. The streets, the people, my bestfriends...

I got out of the building and just sat on the stairs by the door. There weren't a lot of people, since it was so early in the morning. I took my phone out of my pocket and dialed Thalia's number again.

Thalia picked up on the second ring.

"Hey." I greeted, ignoring the sting in my eyes. I was still fuming from the fight with my Dad.

"Annie!" Thalia's voice was groggy. "It's two thirty in the morning..."

"Sorry." My voice was starting to crack. I cleared my throat and continued. "I forgot we had different times."

"S'okay. Nice to talk to you anyway. How are you doing?"

It was just a few words that had me completely break down. Tears started to stream down my face. I stayed silent.

"Annie? Are you there?" Thalia asked, worry in her voice.

I wiped the liquid off my cheeks. "Yeah." I replied meekly.

"Annie, are you crying?" Thalia was serious now. There was no humor in her voice.

"No. I'm not. Don't be stupid." My voice sounded dead, it didn't convince her.

Thalia ignored me. "Why are you crying?"

I decided that it was no use keeping things from her. She would find out soon enough, even though we were miles away. Thalia was my bestfriend. As corny and cheesy as it sounded.

"My dad and I got into a fight."

She was silent for a few seconds. "What.. what did you fight about?"

"He... he's hungover. I saw him drunk last night and he's trying to deny it. He even brought up Mom." I answered, rubbing my eyes. There was a sudden gust of wind that passed by and it left me shivering. I'd forgotten to wear a jacket, I was only wearing a grey shirt with some jeans.

"Annabeth... wow, I cannot believe I am saying this. I'm sorry."

"I can't believe you're saying it either."

Thalia chuckled. "Don't get used to it."

"Not planning on it."

"Okay... well, I'm gonna go back to sleep! Call me if you need anything! Bye!" Thalia chirped. It was so early in the morning back home and she was 'chirping'. Sometimes I wonder how she does all these things.

"Bye. Talk to you later." I ended the conversation and sighed.

I looked around and couldn't help admire England. It was very pretty, very green. Even though the weather here was terrible sometimes, I had to admit, it was very beautiful, even just sitting on the stairs outside, the place looked incredible.

Another breeze came and left me shivering so bad that my teeth started to chatter.

"Cold?" I heard a voice behind me ask. I turned around and saw that boy who had knocked on the door last night. What was his name? Oh yeah, Percy. I didn't even hear the door open.

"Yes." I replied, I wiped my eyes again, just to make sure that I didn't look like I was just crying.

"Here." Percy handed me his blue jacket. I wanted to refuse it. But it was so cold.

"Thanks." I said as I shrugged the jacket on. I turned back to the street and watched a few people walk by before he sat down beside me. I instinctively scooted away from Percy a few inches.

"So, you're new here, huh?" Percy asked me. Why the heck were we having a conversation this early in the morning? I didn't really need this right now.

"Yes. I am new here."

"It's 'I'm'."

"What?"

"Say 'I'm' not 'I am'"

"Why?"

"It sounds better that way. Trust me."

"No, I'd rather not. And I'll say things the way I want, thanks."

"Wow." Percy said, looking at me. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today."

I rolled my eyes. "Haha. Very funny."

"No one's laughing." he shot back.

"Hahahaha." I forced out a laugh and even I admit myself, it sounded pathetic.

"That was terrible."

I was about to laugh when I stopped myself. What the hell was I doing? Me? Laughing? Wow...

Percy looked at me in amusement. I could tell he was about to say something but he just kept staring.

"What?" I asked sharply, all this staring made me feel self-conscious.

He laughed. "Nothing."

"Why are you laughing?"

"It's not illegal is it?" Percy answered, he still had an amused face.

I scoffed at his attempt at humor.

"So, why did you move in? You're obviously from America, right?"

"Yeah, I'm from America. And...well it's complicated on why I moved here."

"I can keep up."

I couldn't hold it in anymore. I laughed. "You sound like Edward Cullen!"

Percy chuckled along with me.

It felt so weird like this. I felt so... free. Free of worries. Just for a few seconds. Percy threw his head back in amusement with a lopsided grin. Even though we just met each other, he looked incredibly handsome. Jet black hair, deep green eyes that I felt like I could swim in them, sense of humor, lovely smile... whoa. I was really losing my mind.

"Why did you move?" Percy asked me, serious now.

I was about to tell him to mind his own business when I heard the door behind us open. I immediately stood up, knowing who it was and I didn't want him to see me with Percy.

My dad stood by the doorway, looking at me first then he saw Percy. His face hardened.

"Annabeth." My dad said. "I'm going to work now. Call me if you need anything."

"Okay. Bye." I said dully. My dad walked to me and took me by surprise. He tried hugging me again, like last night. What the actual hell? Didn't we just fight inside the house? Did he want to show Percy that he loved me or something and he was the perfect father? I didn't return the hug.

My dad pulled away and nodded at Percy, as if to say 'good morning'. Percy returned it with a grin. Dad walked to his car and started it, finally driving away from the building, out of sight to who knows where.

I sat back down beside Percy and sighed in relief.

"Not so close to your Dad." It wasn't a question. He was right. I wasn't close to my Dad. Percy was more observant than I had thought.

"Can't you mind your own business?" I snapped.

"I can, but I don't want to. You're more interesting." Percy blurted out. He looked away, probably blushing but then his face was sad.

I could feel the heat creep up on my cheeks. Mind over matter! I told myself. The heat died. I felt proud for not blushing. I know, I'm weird right?

"Okay..." I trailed off. The silence between us was awkward.

The silence continued for a few minutes. It was interrupted by a cellphone beeping. I checked my pockets, it wasn't mine. I looked over and saw Percy. He had taken his phone out and he looked like he was reading a text. Percy looked confused at first, then angry, then sad, then worried.

"I have to go." He said. Percy stood up and forced a smile. "It was nice to see you again. We should hang out. It'd be cool to show someone around."

Percy went back inside the building, leaving me alone. I looked around awkwardly. What was I supposed to do now? My dad had gone to work and I had absolutely nothing to do here. My chat with Percy was strangely satisfying and I wondered why my Dad frowned at Percy when he had saw him. I mean, Percy wasn't any harm. I shouldn't say that, we've only met and I'm already judging him.

I finally got up and went back inside. I pulled the sleeves of my jacket down my wrist. It was so long. Wait... my jacket? I cursed as I realized that I had forgotten to return Percy's jacket and I had no idea where he lived in this building. I decided that I would return it to him the next time I saw him, I didn't really want to look for him right now.

The door to the flat creaked as I opened it. I walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge, looking for food. I found some yogurt, had that and ate some biscuits that my dad had left on the table. I did some unpacking, which didn't take very long since I didn't bring much, took a shower and as I was changing into my clothes, I found myself humming a random tune. I felt light, like something was lifted off my shoulders. Maybe chatting to Percy made me feel happier. Ew. I was being cliche right now.

But I knew I was right. Percy Jackson, the annoying boy who lived somewhere near me, actually made my day.

There's chapter two! As I said before, thank you for the views, the favorites and the follows! They mean so much! And please don't be scared to review, even if you're a guest!

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