AN: Hey! Long time no see! This is actually a chapter! I got the movie . . . just gonna say that I'm wayyyy off! I'm going to skip the bus races and go straight to the train part.

Anyone see the Hunger Games? I went to the midnight premiere . . . words cannot describe how AMAZING it was! Totally worth the two hours of sleep! If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend that you do! It's super close to the books, and I personally think it's better than any series out there. And yes, that does mean Pirates of the Caribbean. I love you, Captain Jack Sparrow, but Peeta Mellark has won my heart. He found bread in a toastless place! (:

Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own either of them!


PPOV

"What is this place?" I asked. We were in an old box car. There was a couch, a cassette player, a lamp, and the walls had different words and pictures on it.

"It's a place where we usually come after football games. Those words on the wall are lyrics of songs, some made by people, some from songs. We come here to dance, listen to music, drink. Some of us come here to make out," Annabeth said, giving me a suggestive look.

"How old is this place?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Older than you," she smirked.

I just nodded.

Annabeth went over to the cassette player and put in some sort of song I'd never heard of. It sounded romantic, with a little bit of hope.

I sat down on the couch, and Annabeth followed me, sitting a little too close for comfort.

"Are you gonna kiss me?" she whispered.

"Someday," I said.

"I'm guessing that someday isn't today."

"You have a boyfriend," I reminded her.

"He doesn't have to know," she said.

I didn't say anything.

A train went of in the distance.

"Follow me," she smiled while grabbing my hand.

She dragged me over to the tracks where the train was coming.

"After games, we usually come over here and wait for the train to come. Then we make out like crazy," she said looking at me, "or we play chicken."

She went in the middle of the tracks. The train was getting closer and closer.

"Come on, Annabeth. That's not funny!" I said.

Closer and closer.

"Annabeth! Come on!" I yelled.

It was about 5 yards away now.

Annabeth's face turned expressionless.

I jumped over and knocked her on the ground just before she was hit.

"Don't ever do that again," I told her, breathing hard.

She weakly nodded.


APOV

I got in my house as quiet as I could.

I slowly made my way up the stairs, and no one other than my dad was there to great me.

"You're late," he said.

"Sorry, lost track of time," I said, trying to sneak past him.

"Who drove you home?" he asked.

"Percy Jackson."

"Annabeth, I don't want you anywhere near that boy. Understood? I hear he's trouble."

"And you would be the one to understand that," I muttered.

"What was that?" he asked.

"You know what, whatever. Night," I said going into my room.

"We're not done talking here!" he exclaimed.

"Who cares," I said quietly while slamming the door.


AN: So it's short, I know, but next one will be better. I think I might just kind of throw the important parts that I missed in the next chapters. Don't expect it to be very Percabeth until probably two more chapters? Yeah, two more. I'll try and update tomorrow!

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