A/N: What's up guys? Sorry I couldn't update sooner, I was busy working on my new OneShot called Drool Worthy. I had the idea and I couldn't shake it off, so I had to write it. It features a cute monologue, spoken by Annabeth about her thoughts on Percy, denying that she has feelings for him (failing miserably at it) and explaining how he is so not drool worthy. Check it out if you are interested, it would mean a lot. Thanks again to all of those who followed, favorited and reviewed this story. You guys rock!
Chapter 3;
Annabeth's POV:
The doorbell rings only thirty minutes after Thalia called me, a personal
record for her, which means that whatever she wants to show me must be
pretty important. I bolt towards the door and open it, revealing my
breathless, overly excited best friend. Her leather jacket is inside out and
her spiky, jet black hair is a tangled mess. Although Thalia is a total punk
tomboy, one thing that she can't stand is having messy hair*, so to see her
like this, her head adorned with a midnight rat's nest, is kind of alarming.
"Thalia, what is it?"
"I have to show you this!" She almost yelps, charged and jittery as she
literally bounces past me into the house.
"Calm down, Thals! Deep breaths," I coax her into taking a seat on the
living room couch.
"Now, what is so important that you would sacrifice brushing your hair to
show me?" I almost tease her. If she noticed she chose to ignore it.
"Okay, so I was in a cab coming home after work, from my dad's office
building downtown, and everything was calm until some random cars
swerved up, blocking the road. The drivers came out, they looked like they
were around our age, some were kind of hot..." I roll my eyes. Leave it up
to Thalia to notice hot guys in the middle of complete chaos.
"Anyways, they climbed up onto the hoods of the cars, and more teens
popped up from the sidewalks and sauntered onto the street, music started
playing and, well, this happened." She pulls out her phone, and clicks on a
video. It starts to play and it shows exactly what she was describing.
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Dozens of people our age, fifteen to eighteen year olds, doing a flashmob
in the middle of New York City! It's incredible. The song that is played
during the dance, pulsing out of a gigantic boom box, is a remix of "Wild
Ones", by Flo Rida. Their style of dancing is mostly hip hop and street, not
my favorite, but they're amazing. Then, while some of them are still
standing on them, the cars start to tilt backwards, then slam down, and
repeat. During that, a few guys start doing crazy flips and begin
breakdancing. It's mass insanity as people from the streets start cheering
and taking videos. I can feel my jaw going slack with awe. These dancers
are so in sync, so professional like, it's incredible. I can almost feel the
passion they have for dancing, just by watching the video. Just as
spontaneously as they started, the song ends, and while the crowd that
gathered is applauding, they all hop into separate vehicles and burn rubber,
racing away. But, before getting in the passenger's seat of a beat up pickup
truck, a boy maybe a year older then I am scans the crowd quickly, and
while he does it I all of my attention becomes focused on one thing. His
eyes. Sea green. Before the video ends, as the screen begins to darken, I
notice something else. Three big glass panes standing one in front of the
other in the middle of the street are spray painted, quite artistically I might
add, in a 3-D fashion, with graffiti and one single word in bright, neon
purple. "PULSE". The screen goes black.
"Wasn't that the coolest thing you've ever seen?" Thalia squeals.
I manage a small nod, still amazed. It's weird, and I don't understand it, but
it's like I'm drawn to this group of dancers, Pulse, even though I don't
recognize any of them from the video. And then it hits me. This is perfect!
Mrs. Lieben says that I need to be more original, more creative. What's
more original then being part of a flashmob group? This is exactly what I
need. I need to be a part of this group.
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"Earth to Annie!"
I blink, unsure of where I am. Thalia snaps her fingers in front of my face. I
must have zoned out.
"What?"
She rolls her eyes at me.
"Your eyebrows were furrowed and you were zonked out while I was trying
to talk to you. You only get that look when your deep in thought. What's on
your mind?"
I hesitate, unsure if I should tell her that I want to be a part of Pulse, afraid
if she'll laugh in my face and say that it's a ridiculous idea.
"Come on Annabeth!" I chide myself. "Thalia Grace is your best friend, she
would never do that to you. You can trust her."
"Well?" She asks, her eyes questioning and a little worried. "Are you gonna
tell me or not?"
I take a deep breath.
"I want to join Pulse."
Thalia blinks in surprise, looking shocked, and I flinch, looking down on my
lap feeling my face getting hot with embarrassment. She must think I'm
insane for seriously considering joining a group which I know nothing
about. I don't even have any idea on how to become a part of the group or
who to contact! I face palm myself mentally."Stupid. Stupid. Stupid..." I
glance upwards to see if her facial expression changed at all. And it did.
But not into a sneer of a smirk, oh no. A wide, toothy, out of control grin.
Her eyes sparkle with excitement and mischief.
"No wonder we're best friends! Our minds are so different yet think so
alike!"
I'm a bit confused.
"Wha...What do you mean?"
"It means," She starts, rolling her eyes, but still smiling. "That you should
count me in."
It might be a little OOC for Thalia to be like that, but a lot of my friends are, well, not tomboy, but they are definitely not girly yet they hate it when they're hair is all messy. Thought I'd add it in, just for fun!
A/N: I know that this was pretty short, so I'll try to make it up for future chapters. Was the format better? Worse? Were any of the characters to OOC? Please let me know what your thoughts are by leaving me a review! If we can make it up to 25 reviews, that would make me so happy! You wouldn't want to see me unhappy, would you? *tear tear* Love y'all! :D