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A/N- Percy POV! Okay, there will be lots of speech and it is a bit OOC. I am attempting a bit of Percabeth.

Also, if anyone has idea's for other pairings, please leave that in your review or pm me.

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Percy POV

I nervously ruffled my hair. Annabeth was coming to Manhattan for Spring Break, and I had invited her and Grover over. (Grover hadn't gotten permission to go look for Pan because of some thing going on with the Olympians, and Thalia could have come if she wanted too, but she was busy with her eternal girls club.)

We were going to Central Park. There was some band performing, and Mr. Blofis had gotten us tickets. Bands didn't usually play in March, but some special concert was going on.

There was a knock on the door. I opened it.

"Hey!" I said, blushing because Annabeth was looking at me funny, as if I was only wearing boxers.

"What happened?" she asked.

I was confused. "Huh?"

"Nevermind."

"Hey, guys! Earth to Percy!" Grover bleated.

"Oh, yeah, umm..." I couldn't form a coherent sentence, because living in San Francisco had changed Annabeth a lot; I wasn't sure that I liked that .

She looked worn down and sad, as if watching Mount Tam had taken a lot out of her.

"Did you guys get here okay?" I asked, fianally collecting my bearings.

"There were a few monsters, Seaweed Brain, but are we going or not? It's weird to be standing here like dorks," Annabeth said, obviously really ticked off.

"It's in Central Park," I announced.

"No, duh!" Annabeth exclaimed, exasperated.

I led her and Grover down the stairs, explaining that the elevator didn't work.

Grover stifled a laugh.

"What?" I asked.

"I tell you later..."

I frowned.

We reached the bottom of the steps in five minutes, and Grover and Annabeth burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"You..." Annabeth doubled over, cracking up, "thought the elevator wasn't working!"

I eyed her and Grover."Are you guys feeling okay?"

Annabeth straightened up. "Why wouldn't we be?"

"I dunno... stress..."

"Well, I'll have you know that I'm perfectly fine."

With that, Annabeth marched outside.

Grover looked at me, like there was some obvious piece in a puzzle I was missing, as he followed Annabeth. I guessed he had been feeling my emotions again. I wish I knew what they were.

I walked through the main floor and then outside, past Annabeth an Grover. I assumed both of them were coming after me, so I kept on walking.

From my apartment, it was only a short walk to Central Park. It wouldn't have taken long, if Grover hadn't had to go to the bathroom.

Seeing some lights flashing up ahead, I started to run. The concert must have started already.

"Hey, Percy! Wait for me...!" Grover shouted.

I looked back, trying to see over all the heads. Annabeth was walking with Grover, definitely still fuming. I hadn't even done anything!

I waited until they had caught up. By now we were almost at the park, and I could see the security up ahead.

"Woah... we're not actually sneaking in..." I murmured.

Grover cracked a smile, but Annabeth still wasn't looking at me. How could we have an enjoyable night with all the tension?

"Look! A bathroom!" At first I didn't know what Grover was talking about, and that was when I realized that he really, really needed to go.

He ran towards the porter-potty and pushed open the door. Then, he ran in and quickly locked the door.

Annabeth and I walked over to a bench, and waited for Grover. Though I didn't know what I had done, I tried apologizing to Annabeth.

"I'm sorry about earlier..."

"You should be," she said, her nose in the air.

I scowled. If she wanted to be Miss. Princess, so be it! Why was Grover taking so long?

"Hi!"

"Whaa- oh," I said, after getting over Grover's sudden appearance.

After getting up, I walked behind Grover and Annabeth walked in front. We walked for only about thirty seconds before we reached the park.

"Tickets," a burly man sneered at us.

We handed them in, Annabeth's face and my face still looking depressed.

He looked around quickly, then leaned in.

"Look, if I was you kids, I would try an' have fun. People tell me it's gonna be one of the bes' concerts of the yea'."

"Thanks," Annabeth said, "but if we want to make it in time, we have to get going."

It was a good idea to be polite, but still mention that we had to get going. I was a bit slow, but Annabeth had it right away.

I looked up at the stage, but something wasn't right. The people weren't waving their hands or jumping up and down, they were cheering, "Yay!", in a spooky voice that reminded me of the people on Luke's cruise ship.

"What's going on?" I asked.

Grover nervously pointed at the stage. I squinted. Up on stage, there were some huge minotaurs; and the worst thing is, they had just spotted us.

"Run!" I shouted, although I don't know why; Annabeth and Grover were right next to me.

"Where's this genius place you want to run to, Seaweed Brain?" Annabeth asked.

"Aren't you Athena's daughter, Wise Girl?" I shot back.

"Fight them, not run!" she said, exasperated.

I thought about past experiences, and knew that wouldn't get us anywhere.

"We'll be crushed! There are five minotaurs up there!"

Annabeth seemed to consider it, but I knew she didn't like it. She was, after all, the daughter of Athena, godess of war.

She was also the daughter of the godess of wisdom.

I didn't listen to what she had to say; I just scanned the area, looking for a place to run. I almost felt bad, leaving all of the mortals here, but I had to.

Annabeth triumphantly said something about a huge rock on the ground, and ran over to one, and tried to pull it off the ground.

"We need Tyson for this type of thing," I murmured.

I turned my head to look back at the minotaurs, and noticed that they had stopped playing. The people had stopped cheering, and all of the minotaurs were starting to walk towards us. I realized that if we were to get out, we would need to work together to get the boulder out of place.

"Grover! Can't you play a song to move the rock?!" I shouted.

"I can try, but I don't know!" he bleated.

"Well, try!" I urged.

Grover started playing a tune, and for a second, I had to cover my ears. It was off-key and sounded like Medusa screeching, but some vines started growing and pulled up the rock, so I tried to forgot about it.

"Come on!" Annabeth said when the rock had been lifted. The minotaurs were getting nearer and I didn't hesitate; I charged right past her and jumped into a dark hole.

Grover and Annabeth were right behind me. Grover had stopped playing once they got in, and the vines must have dropped the boulder back in place, because it went pitch-black.

"Let me go in front, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth said, "You might get us killed."

I was offended. I wouldn't get us killed! I can do it!

Then I noticed I was thinking like Thomas the Tank. Whoops.

We walked for a while, and I was starting to smell something. It was really disgusting because I hated the smell of dead animals. I couldn't imagine what Grover felt.

Yet soon, there was another smell filling the tunnel. Salt. I could tell Grover had also noticed, because his nose was twitching like crazy.

I don't think Annabeth did. She kept on walking. Before I realized where the salt was coming from, something happened.

She fell.

"Annabeth!"