Discalimer: Do I really have to repeat myself? I do not own the Percy Jackson nor the series. I do however own this piece of chocolate I'm munching on right now. No...you can't have some. XP

No animals were hurt in the making of this fanfic nor in the munching of this chocolate. *Munch.

I write on the spur, expect incoherence! I've been real busy. It's amazing why they still keep me in school when I don't want anything to do with it. My beta is also busy (busier O.O than me)with school so she can't help. I don't feel like being unfaithful to my beta XD especially after all the fics we've been through. To Kite-san!

Chapter 2: Uh…duhh..Huh?

I spend the year like any other teenager does-hanging around, having fun, enjoying life and failing school. Heck, I didn't just fail in school; I almost destroyed most of them. It's a miracle I still made it to High School or even got accepted to one. But when your mom's boyfriend is a teacher, I guess there are ways.

But for a person who has ADHD and dyslexia, life is a lot harder.

I was walking around the block running some errands for my mom. I'm pretty sure she was just trying to get rid of me for the surprise "You haven't been kicked from school yet" and "You made it all the way to 16 without dying!" party a week from now. Something in my gut tingled-a feeling I got whenever I thought of my sixteenth birthday. It just felt like there was something about it.

Anyways, I spent the whole afternoon just strolling around. I went past parks, lakes, bridges and pavements casually enjoying the scene. I was almost back in our block when something caught my eye. My jaw dropped. Wow The freaking mansion was huge-yes not ordinary mansion huge…but huge mansion huge, get it?

It was the first time I'd seen it. Perhaps, it's because I've only seen the gates open like, today. And in each gate the letters W and D were aesthetically monogrammed in ebullient gold and silver. The perfectly lit pathways were streaming people that had the same astonished looks in their faces. A newsman bumped into me and fell to the ground. I tried to help him up but he scurried off himself and ran inside.

In all the confusion and excitement, my ADD started acting up, so I tried to leave but I was trapped in the crowd. I was starting to suffocate, but Grover found me and saved me from my ADD attack.

"Where have you been all day, Perce?" he asked.

"Walkin' around... You know…Couldn't keep still like usual."

We talked for a while as we walked on. And as we reached crossroads, we parted ways. And once again, when I was no longer under 'adult' supervision, trouble found me. Sure it was just a small and stupid problem but still it was a problem. I ran after it, navigating through the crowd perfectly, without letting the cat out of my site. Oh man. I chased after it and ended up in another park far away.

"Hey…give that back to me. Annabeth gave me that pen…" I dove after it but all I managed to capture were some leaves, twigs, pebbles and mud-filthy mud that was now sprawled over my used-to-be-white t-shirt.

Pfft… On the plus side, the pen was on the ground as well, the cat nowhere in sight. Through all the drool and cat slobber, I noticed something I hadn't before-the word RIPTIDE etched on it in jaunty letters. I stood up and tried to clear away as much dirt away from my body as I could-which was hopeless considering the mud.

There was a high-pitched screech behind me that sounded like a cat. Startled, I spun around on instinct.

"Woah….Do you always like, kill people when they sneeze or…"

The world seemed to stop while my mind started heating up from catching up with what was happening. We both stared at each other, disbelief evident in both our faces.

"Percy…"

"Rachel,"

we both uttered at the same time. I was still in a stunned fit with my mouth gaping as if it was supposed to say something but couldn't. She had an expression that showed slight skepticism. Finally, a thought crossed my head and I blurted it out without a second thought.

"Kill you?"

She seemed to snap out of her trance as well and replied, "Yeah, with that large sword you swung earlier…Weird…Why'd it pass right through me."

"Uhmm…You're crazy..," I babbled. "All I have is this slobber-covered pen."

"Hmph..," she retorted. "I'M crazy? Coming from a guy who's covered up in mud and leaves, I don't think I can take that comment seriously." Hmm…She seems angry.

"Uhh…Err…Sorry…"

"…Well you seem to have evolved from simple beach bum to urban city park hobo…" Her tone slowly faded like she just realized something. "…sorry…"

"Okay…"

"Yeah…"

"Right…"

"Hmmm…."

"Well, I see this conversation is going down the 'intellectual' road," I beamed. That managed to make her laugh and I laughed along with her. The tension in the air turned into sweet humor and I had that mellifluous sensation in my stomach again, like the last time I had talked with her.

She looked up at me and smiled warmly. "I'm sorry…It's just that I was in a really bad mood." She raised her hand as if she was surrendering. "…didn't mean to act all mean to you and all."

"Oh…," was all that I could say.

Why is it that our conversations are about me being a bum and then period? Silence. I sighed as my phone rang. My mom's going to kill me. Rachel took a seat on the bench nearby. The first thought that came to my mind was, 'Is she going to stay here all night like last time?' Such a weird girl. I sighed once more and ignored the phone.

"Oi…" I called out. "Are you going-…," my voice trailed off. I sighed for like the millionth time. I can't believe her. She falls asleep in a park bench and she calls me the hobo slash bum.

In the bustle of the streets and the noise of the crowd, some men in black that looked extremely out of place, streamed into the park and approached Rachel. I backed up a bit. They tried to wake her up. I wanted to protest but as Rachel had so haughtily explained, who would take me, in my current mud-stained appearance, seriously.

She woke up from her short lived deep slumber like a child who didn't want to go to school yet. She rubbed her eyes and hauled herself up slowly, as if she had no choice. I felt a little guilt wash over me, like I should be doing something.

The men in black talked to her, trying to convince her about something. They didn't seem like bad guys more like standard gentlemen in suits. Then I noticed it, the elegant script of the monogrammed WD on their frocks.

"Mr. Dare…we'll be heading back shortly," they said through their phones.

Then, it dawned on me. The beach, this park and her stubbornness -she was being difficult then and now…It's just a hunch but I had a feeling that it was true.

She was

…running away…

-….-

I broke through my silent debate and just acted on impulse. I grabbed her and bolted as fast as I could.

~O~

I really do drabble. I got the "name" (I bet you don't know what I mean…) for chapters 4 through 14 ready but they're just names. I'll start writing the manuscript! Yes, I'm incorporating manga-speak to fanfics.

Ciao-su

This is a test-Psychological Observation test which is the reason why it's early.

Rest assured. This is drabble.

Wow, this is kinda short. Huh.

Chapter Blog(?):

Don't you guys think that the ending for The Last Olympian was a little rushed? The way it was ended is pretty good enough for me but I can't help but get the feeling of being "rushed". I love Rachel and all but she was a tad bit annoying in the ending. First off, taking off in a spur on Blackjack was a little much. Was she that much in a hurry? Plus, she worried people with her determination to get inside camp without weighing the fact that she might die (which didn't happen -.-;). I think it was for the purpose of getting Annabeth and Percy to camp in a jiffy. However, I love the whole Oracle thing. Just Perfect.