A/N: So sorry for the wait.

Chapter Ten:

Two months later…

Ring, ring! Percy looked up from the brochure he was scanning through. Who was calling him, now? He looked around his disheveled room for his phone.

"Mom!" He called.

"Yes, dear?" His mother's voice called back.

"Where's my phone?"

"Oh, Percy, I don't know!" She called back. He tossed his clothes into his laundry basket to get the floor uncovered. It wasn't there, either. He grabbed into his pocket, and his hand froze. It had been in his pocket. The whole time. He quickly answered the call, and put the phone to his ear, completely forgetting to look at the caller I.D.

"Hello?" At first, he couldn't hear much, and then some slightly labored breathing.

"P-Percy…" The voice said on the other line.

"Who is this?" But he had a feeling he already knew who it was.

"It's-it's me." Annabeth stuttered on the other line, she sounded like she had been crying. Really bad.

"Oh…hey." Percy said nervously. As much as he wanted to, he hadn't talked to Annabeth in months. Over a small "argument" they had. And now, it was almost time for him to start College, and she was across the country, "How are you? I-"

"My dad died." Annabeth said soberly.

Percy's stomach felt like it dropped to the floor, but he kept himself together, "I'm coming over."

"Percy-"

"No. I'm coming over." He cut her off, and hung up his phone. Percy shoved his phone back into his pocket, along with Riptide. He tossed some clothing into his backpack. When he scraped together just enough money for the trip, he pulled on his shoes and tossed his backpack on. Before he could creep out the door-

"Where do you think you're going?"

Percy flinched, and removed his hand from the doorknob. He turned to see his mom standing there, arms crossed, and a half-worried, half-stern look on her face.

"I…need to get to San Francisco."

His mom maintained her piercing expression, "And?"

He sighed, and rubbed his neck anxiously, "Annabeth's dad is dead."

Now, the intense gaze on her face disappeared, "Oh no. That's awful! Percy, why didn't you tell me?"

"I just found out, okay? Mom, I need to go. Please."

"I-I'm sorry." His mom looked down at her bare feet. She dug through one of her pockets, pulling out a twenty. She walked up to him, and tucked it into his plaid shirt's breast pocket, "At least take this with you."

"Percy…"

The end…

A/N: I'm really sorry this story came out really, well, shitty. I was expecting it to be a little longer, but I guess that wasn't the case. I've fallen out of love with Percabeth, sort of. I'm sorry if you guys are mad at me, but I'm just not feeling it anymore. I may post a third part to this story, someday. But for now, I may give some other pairings a try, like Makorra or Kataang.

Yours truly,

~Leaded-Pegasus