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Chapter Two.
Annabeth.
My days always went the same as that one, albiet more or less hectic, the faces changing but the diagnoses the same. Work, work, work, work, a thirty minute ride to and from the hospital to my apartment, which was not at all convient.
"I need to find somewhere closer to the hospital." I thought to myself as I unlocked the deadbolt and the door swung open into my apartment. I sighed, I had been up for sixteen hours, with very little sleep the night before because of Jennifers 'birthday bash' as she called it, which was more 'have sex completely turnt against the wall we shared between our bedrooms and moan really really loudly all night while somebody plays rock in our living room'
Yep. Worst roommate ever. I sighed, dropping my gym bag next to the door and trodding over to the kitchen, where I grabbed a drink and walked into my bedroom, ready to get undressed and take a nice long bath. And that, that is exactly when I saw Jennifer's long red hair and naked back, in my bed. Moaning. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" I screeched. The guy below her stopped to stare at me, and Jennifer, sighing at the interupption, moved off of him, grabbing one of my sheets. "Um, having sex. What does it look like we're doing?" she asked.
"IN MY BED?" I screeched. I didn't care if I was being very loud, and it was three in the morning.
"That's messed up," the guy commented to Jennifer, who scoffed and pointed to the door. He got the message, and the dude scrambled out of my bed and went around looking for his clothes, finally locating them. As he left he whispered 'sorry' to me and ran for dear life. Jen probably picked him up in a bar, she loved doing that, as I would find many a drunk guy trying to sneak out as I either came back or left for my shift.
"Okay, you know you need to calm down. I've noticed, you've been crazy agressive lately, and I pay most of the rent on this place, so I wouldn't piss me off if I were you," Jennifer said, pulling a T-shirt over her head, one of mine I might note.
"Excuse me? Piss YOU off? YOU WERE HAVING SEX. IN. MY. BED." I shouted, motioning to my bed. And then, Jennifer turned to look at me, her brown eyes glinting manevolently.
I don't think we stopped shouting at each other for an hour, until the landord finally came up and told us to quiet down or he'd kick us out. And after he left, Jennifer said the same, but more along the lines of 'if I upset you, then you can leave bitch.'
And that, is exactly what I did. Which is how I ended up sleeping at the hospital for the past week. Amy had offered me a place to stay - though her fiance had been none to thrilled about sharing their one bedroom apartment, as had Katie, and a few of my other coworkers, but I had politely declined, eventually getting a hotel room for a week or so. I needed to find a place to stay. But, that wasn't easy, especially in New York, with the amount of money I had.
My life is just one mess after another, isn't it?
I walked down the street, sipping my coffee, wondering what the heck I did to deserve this as I scrolled through possible places to stay at. Too much for the asking price. That guy sounds creepy. Is-is that a used condom? I squinted at the picture, immediatly drawing back once I recognized what it was. And, being the graceful person I am, tripped on my feet and almost creamed my face into a lampost, only saved in the nick of time.
And there, on the lampost in front of me is an answer to all of my problems. MY SAVIOR.
Thank you god. If this is the real deal I swear I'll go to church every day. Okay, no I won't. Once every week.
I ripped it off, reading it. Wanted, polite roommate, private bedroom and bathroom, shared living area, three cats, five hundred a month. And then there was a picture of a simple bedroom and a picture of a bathroom. An address about a fifteen minute walk from the hospital and a short drive is underneath the cryptic wanted. This is the most luck I've had all month. I hail a taxi, tell them the address and he gets me there quickly enough. It's in the seedier part of town, must be why the rent is cheap, but the house looks nice. No car in the driveway.
I took a deep breath, and walked up to the door. I hesitated, just for a moment considering leaving, and then I knocked. "Just a minute!" A male voice called. Well I can deal with a male roommate, you know this isn't some cheesy romance story where I makeout with them the day I meet them or anything. I hadn't been expecting a male, since you know, cats, but hey.
Somebody threw the door open. The man glancing at me looked familiar. "Doing house calls now Annabeth?" He asks after a second, smirking. And then I recognize him. Dark hair, and green eyes that glint like we have an inside joke. The eyes are rather annoying.
"Percy, wasn't it?" I asked, and he nodded. That pop... something. "No. I'm here about being your roommate. If that's still available." I say, handing the paper to him and walking past him into the house, looking around the large living room.
"Well this is new. Okay, um let me show you which room would be yours." He says after looking at the paper for a second in disbelief.
He leads me to the left and down a little hallway which has three doors in it. "That's the sunroom, that is my room, and this one would be yours." He swings open the door to the left to reveal 'my room' and I look around. It looks much better then it's picture did.
The walls are a very light mint green, and the furniture is a full set as far as I can tell. I inspect the closet which is a nice size, and then a door which leads to my bathroom which is small but has a shower and tub, combo, and the tub is actually clean, something one wouldn't expect with a guy like Percy. "Very nice. Good size," I commented, noting the several power outlets that lined the walls.
"That's good. Um, do you cook?" Percy asks, hand in pockets as he leans against the door.
"Yes, I do, a bit." I answered honestly, taking one last glance around the room.
"Well let me show you the living room and the kitchen," Percy says, moving down the hallway again. I follow him back out, we'd passed the living room on the way in, which is modern. A large flat screen is on the wall, practically taking up the whole wall in fact, and the kitchen is surprisingly clean except for a few dishes in the sink, and the sound of the dishwasher. I love the kitchen in fact. I don't just cook a bit, I cook and bake a crazy amount. The kitchen seems well organized, and is a good size, especially for manhattan.
The whole place is actually, extremely neat.
"I have cats, in case you didn't fully read the flyer." Percy commented, a hint of nervousness to his voice.
"I love animals. Where are they?" I asked. I really do love cats, and dogs, even though I grew up with dogs I had always wanted a cat.
"Somewhere around." He said laughing, waving his hand dismissively.
"I wake up anywhere from four to five in the morning when I have morning shifts, and sometimes get in that late when I have night shifts. That won't be a problem, will it?" I asked, hoping, praying it wasn't.
"No, no problem. I'm not always here, and I'll be continuing my tour as soon as this heals, that always takes a few months, and then I have to be up early too, I have radio shows and recording sessions, etc-era etc-era." Percy motions with his left hand to his arm which is in a sling.
"Oh, good. Well I mean if it's okay with you I can just move in now," I said, and he nodded. "Okay, I'll be back in an hour with my stuff, but first what about rent?" I asked
"Is it too high?" He asked, brow furrowed.
Dear god he's naive on this. "No, what day should I pay on?"
"Um I guess due the first week of each month." Percy said shrugging.
"Do the paparazzi follow you around and stuff?" I asked, the thought suddenly occurring to me that this guy is a celebrity.
"No, they mostly leave me alone, but if they do just say that you're my roommate, I mean it's the truth and honestly they won't care," Percy said with a shrug. He seemed to shrug a lot, I noticed.
After that, Percy called his lawyer, I signed the papers, and we were set.
"Do you need help picking your stuff up?" Percy asked as I gathered my copy of the lease, carefully folding it and placing it in my purse.
"Can you drive?" I asked, straigthening up.
"No, and especially not with this arm," Percy commented, rolling his left arm nervously.
"Well then it wouldn't help much. The hospital isn't too far anyways, I'll walk and then get a ride from one of my friends." I said. Friends was a loos term, but still.
"You've been living at the hospital?" he asked, shock clear in his voice, and in his face.
"For a week I was, I'm staying in a hotel but it costs an arm and a leg. My roommate kicked me out, which is how I got into this whole situation," I explained.
"What did you do?" Percy asked, brow furrowed, probably imagining what I possibly could've done
"I got pissed when I learned she was sleeping with some random guy on my bed." I answered bluntly, no need for theatrics.
"So what did you do to her?" Percy asked, scratching the back of his neck.
"Nothing. I just got mad at her, and she said I could leave if I was going to get pissed, and she would've kicked me out anyways eventually, no use waiting," I said with a shrug.
"Seriously? If it was me I would've beaten her up," I raised an eyebrow at Percy's comment. "Charming," I said, my face protracting I meant anything but. "I never liked her anyways. Still got thrown out on my ass though when she found out."
"Didn't break your fall with your wrist did you?" Percy asked with a wry smile.
"No I didn't," I said with a laugh "Now I'm going to go pick my things up, I'll be back soon. Do you have an extra key for me?" I asked, ready to go get my things and check out ASAP.
"I'm going to go out and have one made." Percy said, checking through his wallet for something.
"Course. See you in a bit, how will I get in if you're not here though?" I asked. That's me, always thinking what could happen.
"Let me give you my number. I should be back before you, but if not call me." Percy said and grabbed a pad of paper and a pen then writes down a number, which I stuff in my purse.
"M'kay I'll talk to you later." And with that I leave for the hospital.
I show up thirty minutes later in my friends BMW. "So who's your roommate?" Katie asked for the umpteenth time in the short drive from Hospital to Hotel to House.
"I don't know. Some singer. I'm not up on pop culture." I said shrugging, I really didn't know who he was, he could've been a rapper (doubtful, since he's a guitarist) or he could've been the new Elton John for all I cared, or knew.
"Aw come on Annabeth! You're rooming with a male celebrity. He must be hot." She says as I hand her two milk crates full of my stuff. "What if he was Peter Jackson?" I asked, which made Katie wrinkle her nose. "It's not Peter Jackson, right?" Katie asked, and I shook my head, laughing as I grab my enormous suitcase, and shut the trunk, then try the door, luckily finding it unlocked.
We enter, and I take Katie into my bedroom. "Nice room. Where do you want-" She motions with her full hands.
"The one with the toiletries into the bathroom which is through there, and then the other one in the kitchen which is straight the way we came and to the right." I tell her.
She sets one of the crates in the bathroom as I open my suitcase and start putting my already folded clothes neatly into the six drawer dresser. Bras undies and socks/tights, Pajamas and swimsuits, two for shirts, one for shorts and one for pants. Easy, simple, organized.
Just then there's a screech and a crashing sound from the living area, and I stop putting the clothes into the drawer and get up quickly, running into the living room where my crate of spices is now on the floor, rolling away from the crate, and Katie is staring at Percy, hands over her mouth, who is holding a soda looking confused, his hair mussed.
"Katie! If these had broken we'd be sneezing for months!" I scold her, picking everything up and putting it in the crate again.
"YOUR ROOMMATE IS PERCY JACKSON?!" She asked screaming again. I hit her leg from where I'm kneeling.
"Yes! Now stop screaming you'll hurt your vocal chords. Why is that even important?" I asked, organizing the spices.
"It's Percy Jackson!" Katie said in a high pitched voice as I straightened up.
"This is the reaction I expected from you when we first met by the way." Percy said to me nodding to Katie, who was still fangirling.
"I don't pay attention to pop culture. Do you have like an eight-pack or something that makes all the girls go cuckoo over you?" I asked, which made Katie squeak.
"No, I don't." Percy says. I heft the crate and then move into the kitchen, setting it down on the counter "Six pack, yes. Eight pack, no," He calls after me, and Katie squeals like a six year old.
"Free cupboard space?" I asked, as Percy followed me into the kitchen.
"To the left." He said, flipping the cabinet open.
"You're Percy Jackson!" Katie tells Percy after following us into the kichen, making me roll my eyes as I set my spices and sugar in the cabinet.
"Yes. I am." He replies, a bemused look clearly evident on his face.
"Annabeth have you heard Sing?" Katie asked me.
"Yeah. Why?" I replied, it was one of the few I had heard a lot, and the one song I knew from Percy.
"Heard any of his other music?" Katie asked, an eager look on her face.
"I don't know. Didn't you write I see fire for the hobbit?" I glanced at Percy as I finished up.
"Yeah I did. You a fan?" he asked, obviously exicted to talk to somebody about the hobbit.
"Since before the first LOTR movie." I say grinning, and Percy opens his mouth to say something when Katie cuts him off. "Okay ignoring your fan girl obsession with those thingies, that is Percy Jackson!"
I turn to Katie and put my hands on her shoulders. "Katie. I know."
Percy is watching this with a smile on his face, clearly amused.
I shoot him a look. "What? Its entertaining to watch when you're not the one having your eardrums blasted out." Percy said with a shrug.
"C'mon Katie, let's finish up the car." I said with a sigh, dragging her outside.
She doesn't shut up about Percy the whole time. THE WHOLE TIME.
What the EFF is so entrancing about this guy? That's exactly what I ask her as we hang up my clothes in the closet.
"You haven't heard some of his songs. Just listen to one of his albums, and you'll-" She sighs. "His voice is like an angels."
Katie has lost it. Just-completely crazy. Nutty, cookoo.
So I have a rule, no updating twice in one day. Well you guys gave me a bunch of positive feedback, and it is technically not today but in fact tomorrow because it's almost 3 AM which makes it this morning-oh whatever!
Anyways, Thank you guys so much for all of the favorites, follows, and the reviews! You'll have to wait at least twenty-one hours for an update, torture I know.
-Peace out, Id.
Edit as of 6/14/15: Added a crazy amount of detail!