I should probably clear this up. AU stands for alternate universe, and in this case it means no one's a demigod or a god or a satyr or a nymph or anything.

I'm sorry my updates are so unorganized. I update when I can. You could get a chapter every few weeks or I could give you three chapters in one day. It just depends on how busy I am and if I have a good inspiration. Sorry :[

Take it away, Percy.

Annabeth and I sat at my kitchen table. She sipped her herbal tea and I rested my hands on the sides of my coffee mug.

"So, Marymout Manhattan, huh?" I said.

"Yes, Seaweed Brain, we talked about this already."

"But I still can't believe you're going to live here."

"Neither can I."

"Are you getting a dorm on campus?"

"No. My dad and I are splitting the cost of an apartment."

"Where?"

"Chelsea District"

"Jeez, Annabeth. That's gonna be expensive"

"You have your own apartment too"

"That's not the same"

"How is it not the same?"

"I'm a man," I said. "I can handle it."

Annabeth stared blankly at me, blinked, then burst out laughing.

"Hey!"

"Sorry, Percy," she said, wiping a tear from her eye. "You just looked so proud of yourself. It was funny"

"I noticed," I pouted, pretending to be offended.

"Oh. You were serious?"

"Yes. Why wouldn't I be?"

Annabeth rolled her storm cloud eyes at me.

"Your head is full of kelp," she said, finishing off her tea. I smiled and took our empty cups to my sink.

"So," Annabeth said awkwardly. "You have a girlfriend yet?"

I sucked in air and started coughing like crazy. I could feel Annabeth's eyes on the back of my head as I tried to get some air in my lungs. I switched off the water and turned around to face her. She sat, her legs crossed, with an eyebrow raised and an amused smile on her face.

"You okay there, Casanova?" she asked smugly. "Don't die on me"

"Yeah. Sorry. I'm fine. You just caught me off guard."

"Obviously. So, answer my question."

"Oh, um, no. Not right now," I said hesitantly. "I did for a few months, but she moved."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Annabeth said, not sounding very sorry at all.

"Yeah. So what about you? Do you have one?"

"A girlfriend? No," she said bluntly.

"No, Wise Girl," I said, rolling my eyes at her sarcasm and obvious avoidance of the subject. "A boyfriend."

She hesitated and suddenly became very interested in my tile floor. I was tempted to look and see what she could possibly be staring at on my floor.

"Earth to Annabeth!" I said after a few moments of silence.

"Oh! Sorry!"

"Well?"

"As a matter of fact, I do."

I blinked.

"Is he good to you?" I asked.

"Percy!"

"I just want to know!"

"Yes, he is. And I just love how you asked if he treated me right before you asked who he was. Very noble of you."

"I try my best. So who is he?"

Annabeth took a breath. "Luke," she said.

And that's when I stopped breathing. A million thoughts were running through my mind.

"Percy? Percy, breathe."

I gasped in air when my lungs started burning. "Luke from camp?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Oh."

"I've been dating him for about a year now," she went on, oblivious to the fact that I was extremely uncomfortable. "I didn't know he still lived in New York, but he does. I just found out a few weeks ago."

"You've been dating him for a year and you didn't know where he lived?"

"Shut up, Seaweed Brain," she snapped. "I thought he lived in California. He was staying with a friend and he didn't tell me why."

"Sounds like he was stalking you."

"Stop it!" Annabeth shouted. "He wasn't stalking me!"

"How do you know?" I shouted back. The small, annoying voice in the back of my head quietly stated that we were fighting for no reason. I ignored it. "Traveling all the way from New York to the west coast, just to see you?" I went on, my anger growing. "Sounds pretty suspicious to me!"

"You don't know him like I do!" Annabeth shouted, jumping to her feet.

"Doesn't he lie and hide things from you too?"

"That was one time, Percy! Let it go! He wasn't right in the head and you know that!"

"And now he is?"

"I've known him since I was 7!" Annabeth barked, getting in my face. "He has a kind heart. He's brave. And most of all he cares about me. He promised me he always would."

"And hasn't he broken that promise?"

"Stop!" She shouted, shoving my chest.

"Hasn't he!"

"I knew I shouldn't have told you!" Annabeth cried, pushing off my chest and walking to the table.

"Then why did you, Wise Girl?"

"I don't know!" she shouted.

I dropped to my couch and started rubbing my temples.

"This is stupid," I said, trying to keep calm.

"Don't I know it," Annabeth agreed, walking over and sitting next to me on the couch.

"I'm sorry I yelled," I said.

"Me too."

"I just don't trust him," I said stubbornly.

"I know, Percy, but please try to understand. I trust him. I love him," Annabeth said. She sounded like she was trying to reassure herself.

"I get it," I said. "But that doesn't mean I have to like it."

Annabeth sighed and stood up, walking to the hallway that led to the guest bedroom she was staying in until she finished the papers for her apartment.

"No," she said softly from the archway. "You don't."

I yawned and sat up in bed. I scratched my head and looked over at the clock. 11:46 am. I swung my feet over the side of the bed and stood up, pulling on a random shirt from my closet.

When I walked into the kitchen I saw Annabeth sitting at the table, writing frantically. I walked to the freezer and yanked out a frozen breakfast sandwich.

"How long have you been up?" I asked, shutting the freezer door.

"Oh, 6 or so," Annabeth replied, not looking up from her papers.

"Are you crazy?" I said, bewildered, as I tossed the sandwich into the microwave and hit the defrost button.

"I hope not," she said. "That would suck"

I rolled my eyes and walked to my kitchen table, sitting down across from my friend. She looked incredible for someone who had been up since 6 in the morning. Her blonde curls were pulled back in a loose bun at the top of her neck. She was wearing a three-quarter sleeved pink and white shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants. She tapped her pencil on the black rim of her small reading glasses.

"I didn't know you wore glasses," I said.

"I don't," she replied, eyes glued to her work. There weren't going to be any interesting conversations this morning with Annabeth "Wise Girl" the Crazy Workaholic. I sighed and looked out the window. The microwave beeped at me. I got up and went to fetch my breakfast from the machine. I ate it at the kitchen counter in silence. Annabeth dropped her pencil.

"There," she said, standing up. "Page 2? Done."

"You're only on page 2?" I asked, my mouth full of egg and cheese.

"Shut up, Seaweed Brain. And don't talk with your mouth full. It's rude."

I laughed and swallowed my food. I crumpled up the wrapper and aimed for my trash can. It missed. Completely. Annabeth, who was standing by the trash can anyway, reached down by her feet and picked up the wrapper, tossing it into the trash.

"So," she said, coming over to the counter and leaning on it. "Anything fun planned for today? I need a break from all this paperwork."

"Wow, never thought I'd hear you say that," I said, raising an eyebrow. "And you're only on page 2, remember?"

"3, actually"

"Whatever."

"So, what are we doing today?"

I thought for a minute. "How do you feel about running some errands with me?"

"Do I have to get dressed?"

"No."

"Then let's go."

Percy and Annabeth fight all the time. It's half of their relationship. So I had to have them fight about something stupid and pointless at completely the wrong time.

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