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ROTTING IN ROYALTY
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THE BALL
Part 1
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"A Ball?" Annabeth asked.
"Yes, you must attend in apology for slapping him!" Her mother said.
Annabeth knew that an argument with her would last another hour.
"Fine, just get this stupid thing over with." She said, crossing her arms.
"Yes, yes, now get your royal behind to Katie and get your dress, ball starts at six."
Athena paused, as herdaughter grinned mischevously.
"Don't be late."
She was still grinning,like she had something evil in mind.
"It's a masquerade, so bring your mask!"
Still grinning.
But the quick glint in her eye made her mom know what she was thinking.
"And, no you cannot ask Katie to ask Connor and Travis to crash the Masquerade, so good day to you!" Her mother said, walking off.
Annabeth's face fell as she sighed.
"Damn."
But then she remembered something she regretted.
"Rachel is coming too?" She asked.
"Of course! She's a princess too Annie!"
Annabeth was fuming.
First of all, she did not want to be called Annie.
Second,
for Zeus' sake RACHEL,
the obnoxious little scheming girl with too much make up on, (A/N: I have nothing against Rachel, just needed a snobby antagonist.)
IS COMING!
I. AM. SCREWED.
People walked around, girls holding their masks and boys just asking girls of flirting.
This was a ball for princess and prince's yes?
So, basically,
teenagers.
And for a second there, Piper thought she saw someone spiking the punch.
She walked around, trying to find her sister.
But it was especially hard in a XXXXXXXL gown or something wearing a higher than 3 inches heels and with a bunch of people.
Not really a walk in the park.
She hated parties like this.
Suddenly, she was tapped on the shoulder.
It was a guy.
"May I have this dance Milady?"
And even without 'Le Mask' on, she could tell he was handsome.
Maybe the night wouldn't be bad after all.
But boy~!, she is wrong.
Annabeth paced around the Mansion balcony, she didn't to go out.
She wanted to stay here, forever.
Wait no, maybe just until the ball ends.
Suddenly, she heard muffled voices from the door that led to the balcony.
"I need fresh air guys. Be back in few."
She clearly recognized it as Percy's voice...
The door WHOOSHED open and closed just as quickly as Percy walked in and was about to take off his mask when he saw her.
"Oh sorry, I didn't know someone was here!" He said.
Annabeth said, "It's fine! It's fine!"
Percy headed for the door, "sorry, I'll be going out now.."
Annabeth fumbled for words and said...
"You can stay!" She practically shouted.
Percy turned around with a smile plastered on his face.
"Thanks."
The just looked at the view of the village high up from the castle.
"So, why are you here?" Percy asked.
"Nothing much, just..remembering."
"Remembering what?"
"My old friend." Annabeth said, without thinking. (SHOCKING!)
Percy suddenly remembered his old friend too.
"I had a bestfriend once..." Percy started.
"I met her when I was seven, she was drooping wet from the rain, so I had took her in." He didn't know why he was saying this.
"We spent a lot of time together ever since my Mom had accepted her to stay." He still continued, and could see 'the girl' listening.
"We cooked, ate, brushed our teeth or hell, even bully my stalker." He didn't say it was Rachel though.
Annabeth laughed.
Percy noticed it was oddly familiar.
He continued...
"We painted a streak of our hair grey just to prove we were best friends."
Annabeth smiled as she remembered.
"But..."
Annabeth frowned, she knew where this was going.
"She suddenly left one day because of the royal blood thing the royalties crap about.
But I promised I'd m-See, yeah, see her again."
Annabeth smiled sadly and sid, "On the search aye'?"
"Yup."
Percy looked at the girl and saw a tint of gray on her hair.
He started to have suspicions.
"Can I ask a question?"
"Ask away." She said dismissively.
"Who are you?"
Annabeth stopped.
She looked at him, and for one moment their eyes locked.
And before they knew it, they leaned in..
closer...
closer...
"PERCY!"
Percy pulled away and looked around frantically.
Rachel burst in the doors and said,
"THERE YOU ARE!"
Annabeth jumped, and a strand of gray fell to her face.
Percy glanced at her.
"Annabeth?"
And on that cue, Annabeth ran as Rachel grabbed Percy's arm and clinged onto it.
Percy didn't even care.
He saw her.
Annabeth.
His best friend.
No chiz Sherlock.
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END OF PART 1
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