Sorry. Wasn't able to update last night. **GO TO BOTTOM TO SEE 3RD STORY CHOICE**
November 2013
I woke up to hear a rapid knocking at my door. As I scrambled out of bed, I managed to stub my toe three times and bang my funny bone on the sharp corner of the wooden dresser. I opened the door, not really thinking about how I was just in my boxers. A tan figure with curly blonde hair and gray eyes stood outside, hands on hips. Annabeth.
"Seriously, Percy, It's 12 in the afternoon and you're still in your boxers." She said while stepping in. A gust of the wintry outside managed to chill me as I closed the door. I excused myself to change in the other room.
I quickly threw on an old pair of jeans and a t-shirt. As I walked towards Annabeth, her gray stormy eyes had a foreign emotion brewing within them. "What brings you to my neck of Manhattan?" I asked, flopping down on the couch. It groaned as my weight settled upon it.
"Well… I have a question." She said. "How much money do you need exactly?"
"No, no, no. I'm not taking charity." I stood up, looking at her.
"I kind of thought you'd say that. But money isn't a problem for me and… never mind." She sighed, running a hand through her hair. She then reached into her purse and grabbed a brochure out. She handed it to me.
"Abercrombie? Really?" I laughed dubiously.
"Percy, you don't even have a job. And I don't even know what you're using the money for! I'm just trying to help." Annabeth stood up, face to face with me. "It's one of those modeling jobs… stupid, I know but it pays well. It starts tomorrow and I already applied for you. You don't have to go if you don't want to."
I let my arms drop to my side as I stared into her eyes. "I'll try but first… I hate to ask but…" I hesitated. She gestured for me to go on. "Can you read this to me? I have severe dyslexia." My face reddened.
"I do too." She replied and grabbed my hand, sitting down on the old piece of furniture with me. "The trick is if you don't know a word, focus on one letter at a time and sound it out loud- or in your head."
I read the pamphlet, my face suddenly growing hot, once again, as I realized how close we were. I shifted away self-consciously. Annabeth looked up at me.
"Well it's not exactly modeling but basically you stand outside the store shirtless, which apparently makes people go in." She explained.
I gaped. "It's freezing outside." Annabeth laughed.
"Sucks for you, but money is money." Her gaze hardened and turned serious. "Be honest," She said. "How much do you need?" She asked, referring to the money. I sighed, running a hand through my black locks of hair.
"Every week I need $500 and that's until the year is over." I leaned back, staring at the ceiling.
Annabeth put a hand reassuringly on my shoulder. "Why are you giving the person money?"
I stood up abruptly from the couch, muttering, "I don't want to talk about it." I walked into the small bedroom and slammed the door.
The next day
Once again, I woke up to a knock on the door. I thoughtfully put pants on before I opened it to reveal Annabeth.
"The job is in half an hour. Get ready!" She said, pushing me in and closing the door. "You have five minutes before I leave!"
I quickly threw on a shirt and I brushed my teeth in a record 3 minutes. She tugged me into her car, which was a shiny Buick Lacrosse. I settled in to the cozy seat as she jumped in. She jammed the key into the ignition and pulled out from the parking spot rather quickly. Annabeth's driving was horrible; she was sharp on turns and was about 15 over the speed limit. Not to mention she swerved erratically.
"I'm going to throw up if you don't drive normally!" She laughed at that, slowing down and in a straight line. I looked at her questioningly.
"Oh I was doing that until you spoke up. I was going to see if you were going to hurl. I do it to everyone at some point." She laughed again, pulling into the Abercrombie parking lot. "Well, here goes nothing."
On the Job (I don't know how they hire people so I'm skipping to this.)
Basically the manager told me to loiter outside the store, wink at girls, and occasionally mention everything was 30% off. Surprisingly, a lot of people turned around to go in. As a clump of girls walked by, I winked and they giggled, waving flirtatiously. Yeah, it was freezing outside but most of the time the doors were open and a gust of warm are blew right into me.
A girl with curly red hair and emerald green eyes walked out of the store. She had on a baggy paint smeared sweater and jeans with cartoon drawings in sharpie on them. She was kind of cute. As the girl turned around to look at me, she grabbed the receipt out of the plastic Abercrombie bag and a pen from her purse. She scribbled something on it, and walked over to hand it to me.
"The name's Rachel." She said, giving me the paper.
"Percy… uh thanks?" I turned the receipt over to see blue script written on it as she walked away. It read,
Call me:
555-659-4381
-Rachel E. Dare (Yes I know my initials spell Red)
I smiled to myself and stuffed it in my jeans pocket, hearing the crinkle of the paper. I went back to work, nodding and winking at random girls as well as announcing everything was 30% off. Maybe, just maybe, life could turn around. Just maybe.
999 Words. Seriously. Sorry it was short, I kind of ran out of ideas but I have some for the next chappie!
Yes I know you guys love Percabeth, and IT WILL HAPPEN. I don't like Prachel, but I do like Rachel. She isn't a bitch. Right now Percy and Annabeth have a bestie/bro and sis relationship.
GO ON MY PROFILE TO DO THE POLL ON WHO YOU LIKE MORE: RACHEL OR OCTAVIAN
3rd Story idea, "Simple Distance"
Annabeth Chase died at age 17, shot accidentally by an unknown mugger on her 1 year anniversary with her boyfriend, Percy. She was never given a grave and the mugger was never caught. One day in Central Park, Percy discovers she's alive but has no memory of him. As he tries to charm her day after day, he realizes the death wasn't exactly accidental.
Okay that's it. And if you don't get the shooting thing, Muggers just steal, they don't try to shoot the victim because they could get like a lifetime in prison or something. Same thing with bank robbers.
ANYWAYS,
Furry love from Phrontistery.