A/N: Okay, the second in a series of songfics. Yes, I am a loser. But what else is there to do? I have the computer, so I take advantage. MUAHAHAA cough… I gotta stop the evil laughter… And this is AU.

Song: I've just seen a face- The Beatles

Dis: I don't own PJO or I've just seen a face. The Beatles own the song, and Rick Riordan owns PJO…

Percy POV

I've just seen a face

I can't forget the time or place

Where we just met

She's just the girl for me

And I want all the world to see

We've met

Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo

I had just walked into Starbucks with my friend Grover and his girlfriend, Juniper. I had asked Grover if her parents were hippies. He just looked offended, and that pretty much ended our Juniper conversation. But back to the present. Not many people were there. Then again, it was around three in the morning. There was an old lady with her pet Yorkshire Terrier. In one corner there was a group of university students, laughing and drinking lattes. On the opposite side of the café, a blond girl sat on a bench, empty Venti cups surrounding her laptop. Her gray eyes were scanning quickly over the screen. She yawned, took a sip from a cup of what smelled like dark coffee, caffeinated. She looked up and raised an eyebrow at me, as if to say 'Why are you staring at me stranger?'. I quickly walked over to the 'line'at the cash.

"Whaddya want?" The cashier asked, obviously tired.

"Um, anything with caffeine." I realized that was unclear, since it was a coffee shop. The guy at the cash looked like he wanted to hit me, but knew he would get in deep trouble if he did.

"Kid," He said, looking exasperated, "Pretty much everything here has caffeine in it. If you're going to be a joker, leave my store."

"Right. Sorry, just blanked. Uh, I'll have a," I was reading the menu on the wall behind the rude man.

"He'll have a white chocolate mocha, venti." A sweet voice said from behind me. I turned around to see the girl from the bench standing behind me.

"Uh, yeah," I said, totally lost at what was happening.

"You're paying yourself," She said, then turned back to the cashier, "And he's getting me one too."

I was stunned. She flashed a grin in my direction, and motioned towards the cash.

"That's $8.00 please." I coughed up the cash, and went over to the counter where you wit for your stuff. The girl followed. I was still shocked, because I had never seen her before.

"Um, who are you?" I asked, sounding like a total idiot.

"Annabeth Chase. And you, lovely drink buying person?" She smiled, and my heart melted. She had straight white teeth that seemed to dazzle, even in the dim light of the café.

"Percy Jackson," I replied, "And why am I buying you a $4.00 drink?" I looked at her suspiciously. She looked apologetic, and lowered her head sheepishly.

"Ran out of cash about ten minutes ago," She said, "And you needed help. So I came and helped. Anyways, you were the one staring at me!" She said the last bit indignantly, and raised her head. Her eyes were big and gray, and stared into mine. I studied her face. She was my age, seventeen, and looked smart. Like, intelligent, not smart like dressing like. In fact, she wore what seemed to be her boyfriend's hoodie and his shorts. I fshe had a boyfriend.

"Um, hello?" Annabeth waved a hand in front of my face.

"Sorry."

Had it been another day

I might've looked the other way

And I'd have never been aware

But as it is I'll dream of her tonight

mmm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mmm

Falling, yes I am falling

And she keeps calling

Me back again

We went and sat down on the bench. Her laptop was very up to date, and looked really nice. Her email was open, and I had just enough time to read one sentence:

It's over.

She quickly closed the screen, and looked at me very suspiciously. I raised my hands in surrender.

"You didn't read it did you?" She asked.

"No," I lied, "Not anything really." She raised a skeptical eyebrow, and whacked me on the shoulder. I grinned, and took a sip from my mocha. It was extremely good.

"How do you have such good taste in coffee?" I asked, astonished.

"Habits," Annabeth said, "I used to come here with my ex, and he knew everything. Everything about coffee, at least."

"Your ex? So, you have a new boyfriend?" I asked, very casually.

"Nah," She said tonelessly, "Recent breakup." I nodded, respecting her personal space. I took a long sip of my highly caffeinated drink, and looked over at where Grover had gone to sit. I quickly turned back to Annabeth.

"So, what's the real reason you asked me to buy me a drink?" It was my turn to raise an eyebrow, and she blushed.

"Uh, well, you know… I ran out of dough, you had moola, I am crazy addicted to coffee, and people do strange things at three AM." I nodded, but kept the skeptic look on my face.

"So, what grade are you in?" My question must have surprised her, because, she almost spilled her coffee.

"Grade 12. Let me guess, you're in grade 12 as well, and want to now what I'm doing here at three in the morning?" She smiled mischievously, and laughed at my shocked face.

"You're a psychic?" I asked.

"In my dreams. I'm here because exams begin tomorrow, and I hate English class." I understood, and motioned towards Gruniper. That's my name for them when they are together. She glanced at them, then back at me. We both started laughing. I fell off the bench, and she pulled me back up.

I have never known

The like of this, I've been alone

And I have missed things

And kept out of sight

But other girls were never quite

Like this, mmm-mmm-mmm-m'mmm-mmm

I looked at her, and felt dazed. She radiated beauty and happiness. But that was insane! No one radiates anything! Then again, I'd never seen anyone like her. I had never had a girlfriend, despite the many protests of Grover. He wants me to ask out this girl, Rachel, who is my best friend that's a girl. But it was different with this pretty much stranger. She made me laugh at nothing, and had made me buy her a drink, all subtle like. I had tried to avoid it, but it was inevitable. I had fallen in love with a complete stranger. Even weirder? I was okay with that. It was fine with me.

"So, Annabeth," I said, "Whose clothing?"

"Luke's." I guess that was her ex, by the way she said his name, like it was a word she didn't enjoy saying.

Falling, yes I am falling

And she keeps calling

Me back again

Falling, yes I am falling

And she keeps calling

Me back again

Falling, yes he is falling

And she keeps calling

Me back again.

I had finished my coffee, and stood up to leave. As I was about to leave, she called me back over.

"Yeah?" I asked, noticing her packing up her bag.

"Walk me home." I was surprised, but not unhappy. In fact, I was ecstatic. I took her bag, and followed her out the door. We walked and talked, musing on about complete nonsense. The night was ending to quickly. We reached her house, and I gave her back her bag. I began to turn around, when she grabbed my shoulders. I turned back to the angel in front of me. She had scribbled something on a piece of paper. It was her phone number, email, and name. She pecked my cheek, and I stood there in shock. She blushed.

"Goodnight," She said, "Call me. Or email. Whatever floats your boat."

"I will."