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- AnnabethChase-Cullen

She sniffed, and banished the thought. How dare she be so ungrateful? How dare she think her life is terrible? There are people out there dying, and you bemoan carrying a child. Stop. Annabeth wipes her eyes, and takes a deep breath.

And looks into the sea-green of a stranger.
"Oh, s-sorry. Was I blocking your door?" She said between sniffs.
"No. I was just wondering if you were alright. Just because, you know."

The guy - who Annabeth realises is actually hot, and looks like he should be on TV - looks awkward, and Annabeth is puzzled for a second until she realises.
"Oh. The baby... nope. I'm just crying because my life seems shit at the moment. And my key is inside my apartment, and I can't risk losing my things, and I can't tote them all downstairs. Sorry for bothering you."

Annabeth starts to get up, using the wall for support, but the guy stops her.
"Here." He holds out a hand, and she takes it gratefully. Was there a spark as their hands connected? A faint hint of chemistry? But no. That could never happen, what with the fiasco about... Stop Annabeth! She thinks, and flicks the thought away.
"Thanks. Do you have an apartment here, or you just visiting?" She asks, and then immediately wishes she hadn't. Why does she care?

"Uh, yeah," he says, running a hand through his jet black hair. "I gotta live somewhere cheap so I can pay for college."
"Same. And for..." she gestures towards her stomach.
"Oh, the baby. Yeah, I guess you have to pay for two." he says awkwardly.

"Yeah," she says with a grin. "But anyway. Back onto the key topic. Do you know someone who could just keep an eye on my stuff while I quickly grab a key from downstairs?"
"Yup." he says.
"Who? And thanks." Annabeth said gratefully.
"You're looking right at him. Me!" he said with a grin, making his sea-green eyes sparkle more.
"Really?" said Annabeth, shocked that someone so handsome could actually care about people other than themselves - in her experience, pretty people were selfish.
"Yeah! Why not? What else would I be doing?" he said, looking shocked that she hadn't thought of that.
Oh, I don't know, chatting up pretty girls? She thought, but didn't say anything.

"I know what you're thinking." he said, and Annabeth smiled hesitantly. "You're thinking that a smexy guy like me could not be nice - well, today's your day, because I am fabulous!" said Percy with a dramatic flourish of his arms.
"If you say so yourself," said Annabeth, grinning. "But thanks, if you'd do that."
"Yeah, sure. I'm Percy, by the way, Percy Jackson." he said, running a hand through his hair.
"And I'm Annabeth. Annabeth Cha-Jones."

Percy noticed Annabeth's slight hesitation as she said her last name, and wondered what it was about. He'd find out, and if Annabeth didn't want to tell, he'd let her be. Some things aren't meant to be shared, especially to strangers you meet in apartment corridors - and pretty strangers were worse. They were the ones most likely to spill your secrets. But anyway, Percy had a feeling that he trusted Annabeth, even though he'd only just met her.

"Nice. I'll just... go get my key now." Annabeth said awkwardly, and she knew that he'd noticed her hesitation as she said her last name. She pulled her blonde hair back in a ponytail, secured it with a hairband, smiled at Percy, and rushed down the hall towards the lifts. The carpet was scratchy against her shoes, and as she turned the corner to the lifts she nearly fell.

"Annabeth!" Percy said, but she kept running. Perhaps it wasn't the wisest decision, running while pregnant, but she had to get away before something happened.

And so that was how Percy was left with Annabeth's luggage, and that was how Jason saw him when he came around the corner.

Sorry, it's short, but as we get into the story it'll get longer.

Ooh, getting into the Percabeth (slightly). How do you think I'm going? Good, or should I scrap this. IDK. Thanks for reading, please review, and check out my other stories. Have a percilious day!

- Athenabeth (Cassandra :)