A/N: Hey guys! I'm back with another chapter!

This is the last repeat chapter form my original story How We Could Have Met! From now on all the chapters will only be on here! But please check out the original for more oneshots like this!

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Anyway, here ya go:

The last thing Annabeth expected on a Tuesday night was to see someone on her roof. Well, it wasn't her roof but she lived in the apartment building and as far as she knew she was the only one who knew how to get on the roof.

She stood by the door for a moment, watching the dark figure sit on one of the worn-down lawn chairs she had salvaged from the lady on the first floor who was about to throw them out. Annabeth was unsure of what to do. No one had been on her roof before.

The figure turned and she managed to make out his face in the dim light from the staircase. She hadn't seen him before.

"Oh, um, hello," he stuttered out, obviously just as surprised to see her as she had been.

"Hi," she responded, opening the door a bit to let more light through. She finally saw all of his features and were struck by how young he looked, probably around her age. The second thing, beyond his rather handsome face, was the notebook he was holding. How he was able to write by only the light of the moon, she had no idea.

"Sorry, am I invading your space?" he asked and she realized she had been staring.

"Well, it's public property," she replied as she fully stepped onto the roof.

She let the door fall shut and walked over to the chairs, the dim light no longer there to reveal his face. But it was light enough for her to make him out as she got closer and for once she didn't mind the light pollution of NYC, lighting up the sky along with the moon.

"Yeah, but it's your unofficial space, am I right?" he persisted. "I'm sorry." He shrugged apologetically.

"It's alright, mind if I join you?" she asked, now intrigued by the man who somehow both understood her affinity for the place and apologized for "trespassing", in a way.

"Of course, I should be asking you that," he replied waving her over to the other empty chair. She sat down, immediately relaxing into the chair and sighing. It had been a long day, it felt good to be up here again.

The man watched her. "Is it okay if I stay here?"

She turned to look at him, once again taken by how conscientious he was, and polite. It startled her again for a moment, before she realized she hadn't answered.

"Yeah, sure," she said hurriedly.

"Thanks," he offered her a smile and she couldn't help but smile back.

"I'm Percy by the way, it's nice to meet you," he held out his hand.

She shook it looking at him curiously, "Annabeth, nice to meet you too."

There was a slightly awkward moment of silence before Annabeth spoke up. "So what are you doing up here?"

"Thinking," Percy replied.

"Thinking?" she asked.

"Well, thinking and trying to get some inspiration," he amended.

"For what?"

He looked over at her, "You ask a lot of questions," he pointed out, but his tone was full of mirth.

"Sorry, I don't mean to prod, you don't have to answer that," she apologized.

"Nah, it's okay," he waved off, "I'm a writer, hoping to get some inspiration for a story."

A writer. She had never met a writer before, that also explained the notebook. "That's really cool," she said, genuinely amazed.

Percy shrugged, "Plus it's really peaceful up here." Annabeth nodded, she could relate to that. It's why she loved coming up here, because it provided a little haven of peace in the busy, never quiet city.

There was another silence as the two took in the serene moment.

"If you don't mind me asking, what are you doing here?" he asked.

She sighed and laid back in her chair, "Just relaxing." Percy nodded and wrote something in his book.

"How can you write with this little light?" she asked.

"They're just quick notes, I don't really need to see all that much anyway, they're gonna be messy written in light or without so..." he shrugged again.

There was another moment of silence. The silences were no longer awkward, just peaceful.

"So what do you write about? I've never met a writer before."

Percy looked up to see some sparse stars and even more planes littered the sky.

"Whatever I can, really. My mom's a writer and she always told me to write about everything and anything, it helped me develop some skills. Currently trying to come up with a story for a new book," he answered.

"How many books have you written?" she asked, making a mental note to find his work.

"Two so far, not too many," he replied.

"Still, that's impressive. I don't think I could do that," she insisted.

"What do you do then Annabeth?" he asked, turning towards her.

"Not much really, I'm an engineer, I work on developing consoles for video games."

"What? That's so cool!" Percy exclaimed. "Do you play games too then?"

"Kind of in the job description," she replied, grinning.

And the talk turned to video games which went on beyond the discussion of all time favorites to plots and stories, eventually returning to books.

About an hour later Annabeth realized she need to sleep because unfortunately she still had work in the morning, and bid a good night to Percy.

"Good luck with your story!" she called as she descended down the stairs, wanting nothing more than to remain on the roof and continue talking with her new friend.

-.-.-.-.-.-

Percy climbed the stairs to the roof a bit apprehensively. He wondered if Annabeth would be there today. The talk from two nights ago had been fun and he thought that he had made a new friend. But maybe he had said something wrong and she wasn't going to come back. What if he had ruined it for her?

His worries were immediately dispelled when he saw the tip of a blonde haired head sinking into a chair, a small desk lamp nearby casting yellowish light over the scene.

He walked over, clearing his throat to make his presence known.

Annabeth turned to look at him as he approached and he was caught back by how beautiful she was. The desk lamp provided enough light to shine on her face and her grey eyes glinted, sharp and analytic. Her lips stretched into a welcoming smile and he registered she was calling out a greeting.

"Oh, uh, hi," he stuttered out, realizing he had been staring at her. He tried to hold down the blush that was making its way onto his face.

"Hey, Percy," she replied, laughing as he stumbled to take a seat, "You okay there?"

Percy made a face as he sat down, "I'm just surprised you're here," he defended. No stopping that blush now, he hoped he hadn't been caught staring.

"Why wouldn't I be? It's my spot after all."

"You weren't here yesterday," he pointed out.

"Yeah, I wanted to be, but I had to work late," she shrugged.

He nodded, knowing what that was like from his struggling writer phase. "What's with the lamp?" he asked, nodding to the little makeshift desk from a box which held the lamp.

"I wanted to see your face. You know, make sure you're not a serial killer," she said solemnly.

He raised an eyebrow. "And what's your deduction?"

"Not a serial killer, not with those playful green eyes," she teased. He felt his face heat up with another blush. Goddamnit.

"Plus, I wanted to read this book," she added, holding up the familiar copy of his first book.

"Oh god, you found my work," he groaned.

She raised an eyebrow. "Well, considering it was on a best-selling list, it wasn't that hard."

He blushed at the compliment, he honestly hadn't expected it to do that well.

"I've never seen anyone reading my books before."

"First time for everything. I'm not that far in yet, I just got it," she said, turning back to the book.

They settled into a peaceful silence which was only broken by Annabeth's reactions and Percy constantly asking her what part she was at.

-.-.-.-.-.-

Percy had lost count of the number of days the two had spent up on the roof, but it felt like forever. He also realized that maybe he felt something more than friendship for his not-so-new friend. That realization was headed by another thought— the two had yet to spend time beyond the roof.

And it wasn't till one night, when rain had started to fall lightly and Percy invited her for some hot chocolate inside, did the that happen. It was as if they had progressed to the next stage of whatever this was.

It may have taken some time, but once the barrier was crossed the rest just flooded through. The two started to see more and more of each other, leading to some hesitant questions and confirmed answers, sweet dates and maybe even a few kisses.

It led to all of that until. It turned into something more.

A few years later found them on that exact same roof. The lawn chairs were gone so they spread a blanket and looked up at the sparse stars and planes and talked like they used to.

"And that's the story of the heartbroken king," Percy concluded. Annabeth laughed and turned to face him.

"There's your next book right there: The Tale of the Heartbroken King," she announced.

Percy snorted. "Based off of a completely real constellation."

"It's believable enough," she replied. She turned back to the sky and pointed at another star. "What about that one?" she asked.

"Hmm," Percy speculated, lying down on the blanket they had spread and pulling Annabeth with him.

She squeaked at the unexpected motion and glared at him. Percy ignored her and looked back at the sky. "That's the tip of the constellation of the mighty Perseus," he proclaimed.

Annabeth rolled her eyes, of all the constellations he had been making up in the past twenty minutes this had to be the worst.

"Really? How can you tell, considering there are all of twenty stars in this sky, and five of them are probably planes?" she deadpanned. Admittedly, New York couldn't really offer that many stars with the light pollution.

"It's the great Perseus, how can you not tell?" he exclaimed.

"Well then, what's the story of this so-called great Perseus," she teased.

Percy made a face before continuing. "The story goes that the great Perseus was born by the ocean on a beautiful summer night. He was blessed with a great mind and good looks and he was as brave and courageous as he was charming."

Annabeth snorted at his description, "Sounds a bit far fetched, especially the charming and good-looking part."

Percy frowned at her and she laughed, dropping a light consolation kiss on his cheek.

"Sorry, sorry, continue," she gestured. Percy propped himself on his elbow and looked at her, she mirrored his position.

"Well, it's said that the great Perseus was undefeated, that all quivered before him."

"There had to be someone who could," she replied, watching him sit up completely. He gestured for her to sit too.

"What?" she asked re-adjusting her position. He put an arm around her shoulders and pointed to a star next to "Perseus the Great."

"See that? That is the constellation of the only person who could ever defeat him."

"And who's that?" Annabeth asked raising her eyebrows.

Percy stood up and raised his arms in the air dramatically, "The mighty Perseus was undefeated, until…" he paused for effect and Annabeth looked at him expectantly, "Maybe you should stick to writing, acting is not your forte," she teased.

Percy rolled his eyes and continued, "Until he met a woman who brought him to his knees."

Annabeth watched in surprise as he kneeled in front of her and took her hands in his. "And her name was Annabeth Chase."

He stared at her, a soft, love-stricken look crossing his face. It resembled the look he had given her when he had first seen her on this roof all those years ago.

"She was the most beautiful woman in the world, even the stars that make her constellation don't do her justice. She was quick both with her mind and tongue and always kept Perseus on his feet. She was, in essence, the most amazing woman in the world," he continued, his words floating around her and wrapping her up like his stories did. Like he did.

He let go of her hands and reached into his pocket, "And Perseus fell in love, so in love that he could not imagine life without her, so he asked her one question, with four little words."

She gasped as he revealed a tiny black box. "Will you marry me?"

Annabeth looked at her boyfriend, shocked, tears threatening to make their way to her eyes. Of course he would do it like this, with a story. She nodded, not trusting her voice. The ring sparkled in the moonlight as he slipped it on. Not able to get out any of the words she wanted to say, she simply pulled him into a kiss, hoping he would understand.

"So what did you think of my story?" he asked when they broke apart, smiling as though he had just won the world.

"It was okay, still not sure on the charming and good-looking part though," she teased, her heart filling with happiness.

Percy shook his head, "You're unbelievable," he said fondly.

"I know."

The newly engaged couple lay back on the blanket and stared at the sky, hand in hand, holding on to each other as they watched the sky move above them. It couldn't have been more than five minutes before Percy broke the silence but it felt longer, like the world had stopped. The tiredness had begun to set in.

"You know what else the great Perseus was good at?" Percy asked grinning, breaking her out of her tired state.

"What?" she asked cautiously, aware of his shit-eating grin.

He leaned into her ear and whispered the rest.

She blushed at the words and pushed him away, "You're lucky I'm tired because if I was fully awake I would have already shoved you off this roof."

"You wouldn't do that to your fiancé," Percy stated.

"Yeah? Watch me," she said tackling him onto the blanket, all traces of tiredness seemingly gone.

And under the light of the moon and stars and planes and whatever else you could find in the slightly polluted sky of New York, on a very special roof of an old apartment building just outside the city, a new story for the young couple began.

A/N: So what did you guys think? I've had terrible writers block but I managed to come up with this so hope you like it! Let me know your thoughts!

And once again, this is the last repeat chapter from the original, all new stuff will be on here! Please check out the original How We Could Have Met for more oneshots!

Sorry again for the repeat info, just trying to make it clear what's going on!

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