A/N: Hey guys! Here is another repeat chapter from How We could Have Met (just two more repeats then all new chapters will be on here!)

I do want to mention and give credit to strawberrygirl2000 for the prompt for this one! Thank you for that and I hope you enjoy it! (I'm also not yet fully acquainted with Hamilton so special thank you for my amazing beta who has been editing the last few chapters for all the help on this one!)

Thanks again to all my readers who encouraged me to do a part 2, I appreciate the feedback and support!

Anyway, here ya go:

She had originally entered the raffle because it was supporting her local library and she definitely hadn't expected to win. She stood there, staring at the "Hamilton" ticket in her hand, with what could only be described as a surprised expression as the librarian congratulated her. She was just here for the Harry Potter books. (And yes, she was a grown woman, but you don't ever outgrow Harry Potter. Honestly, she should just buy the books at this point).

She managed to return the librarian's smile and escape from the smattering of people that had gathered around her. She made her way to the familiar rows of shelves and took another moment to look at the ticket. Of course she had heard of the musical, who hadn't, but she had yet to listen to it or learn about it. In her defense, she had been busy with work.

Better now than never, she thought, as she put the ticket in her bag. These tickets were crazy expensive and somehow the library had managed to get ahold of two of them, probably through a PR agent.

Well, she thought, this should be fun.

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Apparently there was a lot one had to know about before seeing the musical. Like how the lead, who played Hamilton, was a "smol bean" and that "King George" was a hilariously relatable asshole but the actor was a "precious smol bean" (who was also, apparently, hot). As Piper continued to talk her ear off about the cast, the songs, and everything short of the entire plot, Annabeth struggling to keep up with all of it, she wondered if maybe she should just give the ticket to Piper instead.

Piper had already bought tickets for her and Jason, however, and "strongly encouraged" Annabeth to go in her usual expressive way by narrowing her eyes in an almost murderous glare and saying, "You're going, and you're going to love it."

Annabeth replied, "I don't doubt it."

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It's not that Annabeth had been skeptical, she figured it would be amazing. What she didn't realize was exactly how amazing. By the time the last note faded out she was standing up with a huge smile on her face and tear-streaked cheeks, clapping profusely. Okay, that had been epic. She chose to remain in her seat for a bit longer to one, take a moment to take it all in, and two, to wait for the initial crowd to file out.

She finally made her way out much later than most everyone else as she had been chatting with a couple other stragglers and the conversation had turned out long. She shivered a bit as the chilly air hit her flushed cheeks on the way towards her car. The night was dark and her way was only illuminated by the row of streetlights. Thoughts occupied with the cold, the conversation she had just finished, and the play, she failed to notice a figure standing in front of her and bumped right into it.

"Oh, sorry!" she exclaimed as she backed away. The figure turned around and she saw the face of the person. She gasped as she recognized the actor who played King George.

"It's no big deal, are you okay?" he replied kindly.

She nodded, "Yeah, sorry, I was just lost in thought. That was an incredible show."

He smiled, "Thank you, I assume you're a fan?"

She blushed, "Um, I am now, I wasn't really aware of it all before," she explained.

Contrary to her thoughts he grinned at the words, "Ah, you have joined our little cult, welcome," he joked.

She laughed at his words, "It appears I have."

He laughed along and stepped further into the light. Now that she could see him better she couldn't help but notice how attractive he was. He had messy dark hair, unlike in the show where it was pressed underneath a white wig, and was wearing regular jeans and a t-shirt that somehow suited him well despite the simplicity.

"That's awesome!" he replied emphasizing the 'awesome' in the damn valley girl accent as he had in the show.

Annabeth laughed again, he was so dorky.

"Wow," she agreed, replicating his voice and the next line.

He seemed surprised at her reply but he threw his head back and laughed.

They stood there for a moment, laughing, grins on their faces, before a chilly breeze hit them, causing them to simultaneously shiver.

There was a moment of silence before Annabeth said, "I should get going," not wanting to go away at all.

"Oh, yeah, of course," he replied a bit awkwardly.

"It was great talking to you," she said as she waved and began her walk towards her car again.

"Yeah, you too," he waved back.

She hadn't walked more than a few steps before she heard him call out.

"Wait!"

She turned around immediately, and with a maybe-a-bit hopeful, "Yeah?"

"I never got your name?"

"Annabeth." But as she walked away it dawned on her that she didn't know his.

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His name was Percy Jackson, as Annabeth found out after some research. She researched him a bit more, eventually finding his twitter and immediately following him.

She was at work when her phone buzzed with a new tweet from PersassyJackson:

"looking for my Juliet with her blonde princess curls and sweet smile."

She almost had a heart attack reading it and was glad no one was around to witness her reaction. After rereading it and calming down, she reprimanded herself for her initial reaction. It wasn't that big of a deal, and it's not like he was talking about her, plenty of people had curly blonde hair. She calmed herself down and got back to work, trying to push the tiny speck of hope in her heart away.

She had just arrived home when the next tweet came:

"When we met in the glow of a streetlight and your eyes shone as you laughed."

Woah, okay, that was oddly specific. Annabeth's breath quickened and her heart beat faster as she once again entertained the idea that he might be talking about her. She scrolled through the replies to see what others were saying. It was mostly people saying I love you and speculating what he meant by it.

She decided to test her theory to calm her heart, this would at least let her find out if he was actually talking about her. Her fingers shook as she typed out her own reply:

"I've joined the cult, awesome, wow!"

She decided that it had enough references to their conversation for him to know it was her. She sent it quickly, before she could second guess herself, and started her anxious wait. Did he actually mean her? Maybe she was just crazy and too hopeful. She decided to push those thoughts aside, she had to eat dinner anyway.

She was almost done with dinner when her phone buzzed again and she almost choked on the Chinese noodles in her mouth. Percy Jackson had followed her on Twitter.

A minute later she got a DM: "Annabeth?"

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Their story seems like something out of a play; chance meeting under the guise of night with only streetlights to show the path, Romeo trying to find his Juliet, two people so opposite from each other, one shy and one outgoing, getting to know each other through DMs and texts which turns to dates and late night skype calls. Not being able to see each other often but making the best of their time. A mashup of old and new, classic and modern, their story seems like something out of a play, but as they say, all the world's a stage.

A/N: So what did you think? Did you like it? Any Hamilton Fans?

Once again thank you so much to my beta for editing and strawberrygirl2000 for the idea.

And once again, this is another repeat chapter from the first story. There will only be two more of these then all new ones.

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See ya! :)