A/N: So the other day, I got this review saying that Rachel died in a car crash. Which is not ever what I said. But good observation. So many things could've happened as to why Rachel disappeared from the notes around the same time there was a funeral. I love your guesses though. I know, you can guess. Have fun with that!
Characters belong to Uncle Rick!
Songs belong to the Script!
Song suggestions are welcome!
Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Percy's car is a mess. Well, at least the backseat. There were papers, a lot of clothes, and a skateboard back there. The passenger seat had a few papers and towels on it, which Percy just threw into the back along with his guitar case. He got on the other side and got in. I tried the door handle of the old, rusty car, which did not work. Percy leaned over and opened it from the inside, giving me a sly smile. "Ain't she a beauty?" I frowned, climbing in. "I've had it since I was fourteen." My frown got even deeper.
"You know the legal driving age is sixteen, right?" I asked.
"So?"
"You do have a driver's license, right?" I asked for clarification. He gave me that mischivious smile.
"Maybe." He turned the key like three times before the engine started. He glanced at me as he pulled into the street. "I was joking, I just got it renewed two weeks ago." I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding. "Plus, this old beauty was my mom's car." He gave me a weak smile before turning his attention back to the road.
~HoO~
The Heroes of Olympus practice in Leo's Workshop, a mechanic shop a little way out of the city. Leo closes up at five so they can practice from five thirty until they get hungry. Percy put his car in park, getting out and grabbing his guitar case and a bundle of papers. He gave me a bundle, then grabbed more before leading the way into the garage. "Watch the rocks, wouldn't want you falling." Percy said with an amused smirk. I scoffed, stepping around and over the rocks. He opened a back door, holding it open for me with his guitar case. He then lead the way to an open space, where Jason was finishing setting up his drums and the others were getting tuned up. Jason whistled when he saw me, a smirk on his face. "Annabeth Chase, coming in with Percy. That is not something I ever thought I'd live to see."
"Shut up, Grace." Percy spat. "She's just a helpless, hungover little girl who came running to me for assistance." I dropped the stacks of papers on the ground, looking at Percy.
"Sorry, I'm too helpless to help you carry your stuff." I mocked. "Whatever can I do now, your Royal Assness, since I'm just a helpless little girl?"
"I take it you don't like being called helpless." Percy said. I punched him in the gut, hard, making him hunch over in pain, dropping the papers he had.
"No I don't, and I'm not a little girl." I hissed.
"Why is your fist so hard?" Percy winced. I smirked proudly, walking over to Jason.
"I could've went for you balls, be glad." I called over my shoulder. Jason was chuckling.
What's so funny?" I asked innocently.
"Goddamn I will not be measing with you," Leo said.
"I thought you said you didn't work out?" Percy asked. I'm guessing he recovered.
"I said I was outta shape." I said. "Last time I worked out was in spring for my beautiful summer body." I emphasized it with a hair flip. "Now it's almost winter, so I need to burrow up."
"What brings you here? With Percy?" Nico asked.
"She got drunk, beat, and almost raped." Percy said. "So I took her in and saved her life." I raised my fist, making him cower. "I mean, I beat the crap out of those guys and felt sorry for her so I brought her back and helped nurse her hangover."
"Nice," Leo said. "Let's start practicing."
"Annabeth, go sit on the couch," Percy said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Tope de Burbuja, you'd be way mero comfortable sitting." Leo said. I wrestled my shoe off my foot, throwing it at Leo. He shrieked as it hit him in the stomach.
"You don't even know what I said!" Leo exclaimed.
"I'm not stupid, I understand Spanish," I spat. "Do me a favor and pass me my shoe." Leo tossed it back and I stepped back into it.
"Wait, what'd he say?" Jason asked. I glared at Leo, who shook his head fiercely.
"Not important." Leo said.
"I can see how she's Thalia's friend." Nico said.
"I just want to know what he said." Jason grumbled.
"Let's focus on music, guys." Percy said.
"Song?" Frank asked. They all,looked at Percy, who in turn, looked at me.
"Pick, Annabeth." Percy said.
"Annabeth doesn't listen to our songs." Nico snorted.
"I do to," I said. "Mostly because of Piper. No Good in Goodbye."
"You heard the lady," Leo said.
All the things that we've lost
Breaking up comes at a cost
I know I'll miss this mistake
Every word I try to choose
Either way I'm gonna lose
Can't take the ache from heartbreak
Oh, but as you walk away
You don't hear me say
Where's the "good" in "goodbye"?
Where's the "nice" in "nice try"?
Where's the "us" in "trust" gone?
Where's the "soul" in "soldier on"?
Now I'm the "low" in "lonely"
'Cause I don't own you only
I can take this mistake
But I can't take the ache from heartbreak
No, I can't take the ache from heartbreak
No matter how it falls apart
There's an "art" in breaking hearts
But there's no fair in farewell, no
And when I see you in the street
I pray to God you don't see
The silent "hell" in "I wish you well."
Oh, but as you walk away
You don't hear me say
Where's the "good" in "goodbye"?
Where's the "nice" in "nice try"?
Where's the "us" in "trust" gone?
Where's the "soul" in "soldier on"?
Now I'm the "low" in "lonely"
'Cause I don't own you only
I can take this mistake
But I can't take the ache from heartbreak
(take the ache, take the ache)
I can't take the ache from heartbreak
(take the ache, take the ache)
I can't take the ache from heartbreak
(take the ache, take the ache)
I can't take the ache from heartbreak
(take the ache, take the ache)
(can't take the ache from heartbreak)
If I could turn back time then I would re-write those lines [4x]
Where's the "good" in "goodbye"?
Where's the "nice" in "nice try"?
Where's the "us" in "trust" gone?
Where's the "soul" in "soldier on"?
Now I'm the "low" in "lonely"
'Cause I don't own you only
I can take this mistake
But I can't take the ache from heartbreak
(take the ache, take the ache)
I can't take the ache from heartbreak
(take the ache, take the ache)
I can't take the ache from heartbreak
(take the ache, take the ache)
No I can't take the ache from heartbreak
(take the ache, take the ache)
(can't take the ache from heartbreak)
If I could turn back time then I would re-write those lines
"Why're you crying?" Jason asked me. I sniffed, wiping my cheeks.
"It's nothing," I said in a shaky voice. Nothing except the fact that that song was really good and heartfelt and when they played it felt like they were living through the words.
"You guys are really good," I whispered. I felt a wave of sadness wash over me as I was struck with the horrid flashback.
Three years. Three years to this very day. Three years exactly in six minutes and forty three seconds. That's how long I'd been with him. I walked up the steps of the museum, where he worked. I made my way to the small office that belonged to him in the back of the second floor. Three minutes twelve seconds. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. One minute twenty-two seconds. There was the door. I watched the clock on my phone, waiting for the minute to pass. Five seconds before it would be .5:21:32 pm, I opened the door.
The smile from my face faded, replaced my a look of shock. I watched the horrid scene in front of me, feeling my heart drop into my stomach. My boyfriend. My Luke. Doing inexplicable with Drew Tanaka. "Luke." I whispered, hoping he didn't hear me. But he did. I rushed out of the room, running to the stairs. Luke was running after me, fixing his clothes on as he tried to explain. I grabbed my shoulder. I turned around, my cheeks stained with tears.
"How long?" I asked quietly.
I ran down the stairs with more tears than before, the horrible number running through my head. Three years. Three years. Three years and one day the next day.
I started sobbing on the couch now. I pulled my legs up and hurried my head in my knees. My shoulders shook as I let the pain and sadness come over me again. That was last year. I had know all day. Today would've made it four years, six and a half minutes.
