A/N: Hey guys! Back again with the weekly update! Hope you like it!

A month into the job and she's mostly got it figured out. A mixture of surprisingly comprehensive training and the fact that her job is not terribly difficult (despite the fancy title of "Software Tester") made it pretty easy to fall into some semblance of a rhythm two weeks in. The company is fine and so are the people and she thinks that if there was ever a point in time where her expectations had been met, it was now.

Her boss is actually nice, she's gotten to know a few coworkers well enough to ask questions and she's really starting to have an in with the receptionist. Receptionists always know what's up.

But more importantly, her job pays enough to afford rent, food, and most importantly, high speed internet.

Though the one aspect she had failed to consider in her new life was the existence of rush hour traffic and the Ford Focus in front of her that just needs to hurry up already the light has been green. And, for some reason, it's now that it hits her just how drastically different things are.

Just two months ago she had been in college, rushing to classes, taking finals and finishing projects. The life she had led, in some way or another, for sixteen years of her life. But now even the concept of school feels so far away. She frowns at the Ford as thoughts flood her brain and the feelings start to come back, staying up too late, cramming for tests, flying by the seat of your pants...

Well, that last part hadn't changed. Except she has a full time job with benefits. It's a weird feeling.

Before she can continue to ponder her existence, however, her phone rings and she picks it up without even looking.

"Hey Pipes," she says and since her brain is going down this route, another thought strikes her. Does she only ever communicate with people over the phone now?

Is she that...alone?

She knows that's not true, Piper visited her not that long ago and she hung out with another friend last weekend. But the thought still pesters her, much like the Ford in front.

She switches lanes as soon as she's able.

"You would not believe the nerve of Ashley today," Piper was saying.

"What happened?"

And then the rest of her headspace is spent shouting expletives at Ashley cause -THE NERVE OF THAT BITCH.

-.-

Percy has had a thoroughly unsuccessful day. Not only was his job even more tedious and boring than usual, there is next to no food in the apartment, and to top it off, he hasn't been able to produce a single paragraph of his story.

It's the worst writer's block to hit him in a while and his pacing back and forth is doing nothing to help the story, or the fact that it's just an exceptionally hot summer day. He is very much struggling™.

He stops his pacing in front of the window, where the sky is painted in a brilliant shade of orange and pink. It's so beautiful and he wishes he was an artist because at least he could paint a sunset if he ran out of ideas, or at least use it as inspiration. As it was, all his brain could come up with was his characters getting too close to the sun and burning to their death.

Yep, thoroughly unproductive.

A minute of silence later (Nico has a late shift), he's getting restless, antsy even, most likely from his inability to make even a modicum of progress.

So without really thinking about it he grabs his phone, keys and notebook, along with his favorite pen and walks out the door, ready to Make Some Progress.

He realizes as soon as he locks the door behind him though that he has absolutely no idea what that entails. He starts to walk towards the stairs heading down, when out of the corner of his eye, he sees the third unmarked door on his floor slightly ajar.

It stops him in his tracks because in the year he's lived here, it's never been open. He always thought it was some supply closet or something. Curiosity, and lack of a plan, lead him to push it further open with his foot.

There's a staircase inside. A whole ass staircase. Next to his apartment door, for a year, and he's just now finding this? Not wasting any more time, he sprints up the steps, opens the other grey door at the top and walks out onto the roof of the building that he had always considered inaccessible.

It's not a big space per say, but it's big enough to house four vent fans while still leaving room in the middle for two slightly-worse-for-wear lawn chairs.

He can see the other buildings around him and a glimpse of a street in the distance and of course to his right, the slightly dimmer setting sun.

The lawn chairs are faded enough for him to know they got their time in the sun. They're a light green and salmon, but he thinks they must have been a vibrant lime green and deep orange in their heyday.

He plops down on the green one and opens his notebook to a fresh page. His word document hadn't gone anywhere, but maybe his pen would. He clicks it, poses it over the fresh page and forces himself to write at least one word.

The word is "green" and he doesn't stop the flow of ink until it's too dark to see and his hand is absolutely cramped. He leaves the rooftop thinking maybe the day hadn't been thoroughly unproductive after all.

-.-

There's something off in the scene in front of her. She can't tell what it is but she's got A Feeling. Thirty more seconds of being unable to identify the reason later, she gives up and plops down on the lawn chair, pulling the beer bottle to her lips.

She lets out a sigh as she leans back against the salmon plastic. She really needed this, things have been—well, actually they've been fine. She frowns. She went to work, made food, talked to Piper, watched Youtube, so really life was fine then?

But then why did she feel...stressed? Was it stress? If so, what was she stressed about? She takes another sip frowning at a vent fan. If she wasn't before, she is now, wondering what could possibly be causing her stress.

Well great, there went any relaxation she could have had. Honestly, sometimes her thoughts are just...Not Helpful.

She huffs out a breath and leans further back in her chair, hearing it creak as she does so. She sits up quickly, looking back to see if she has broken it.

They were already old enough and she's sure that the lady on the first floor was getting rid of them for a reason. But they were cute. In an old, dingy, not that cute at all, way. But they fit the aesthetic of the rest of the roof well enough, so she had kept them. Plus, they really weren't that bad to sit on.

She hasn't broken it, thankfully, and she's turning back around in her chair when she sees it. The thing that was wrong with the picture. The other lawn chair, the green one, has been moved. It's facing out a little, towards the sunset, like someone had sat on it.

It catches her off guard because the idea of other people also coming up here is something she's never considered before. It makes sense, it's not like she's the only one in the building. But it's still a little jarring to know that someone else had been in what she has now deemed her space.

The frown doesn't leave her face, whether it's from her earlier frustration or fact that someone else was there, she's not sure. She starts to doze off and wakes up harshly fifteen minutes later to a siren down the street.

It's a little disconcerting, and she tiredly trudges back inside.

She doesn't realize she forgets her beer bottle.

-.-

The first thing Percy notices is the beer bottle.

It's left by the side of the orange lawn chair and it catches him off guard for a moment before he realizes someone must have brought the chairs up. Plus, he's not the only tenant in the building.

That said though, it's sort of become his place. He hasn't told anyone, not even Nico, about it.

He had even had the opportunity to mention it when Grover had asked about his writing. Grover was the only person, other than his mother, to know about his writing. And that was only because he was his best friend, and roommate for a time, and had barged into his room one day to find Percy looking extremely terrified and clutching his laptop. (Even Grover had been surprised to find out that it was not, in fact, porn, but his own writing he had been looking at).

Grover wasn't even in the same state as him, and he had a hard time mentioning the rooftop.

He goes over to the chairs and sits on the green one again, because whoever else comes up here sits on the orange one and he feels like he should respect that.

And he already kind of chose green.

(Even though they left an empty beer bottle.)

He gets out his notebook once again because last time paper and pen had been more conducive than a screen. He looks at where he left off and attempts to build off of that.

It's not as productive as last time, because it's honestly a toss up with writing sometimes, and he gives up about a half hour in. The sun is mostly set anyway and Nico will probably be back soon. He stands up to stretch away the stiffness of writing and glances down at the beer bottle as he does so.

After considering it for a moment he decides to pick it up and throw it away on his way back to his apartment.

-.-

Annabeth heads straight for the roof when she gets home after catching dinner with Frank. As nice as it had been to catch up with him, midway through when he had ordered a beer, a twist in her gut reminded her that she had left her own bottle up here.

She had resisted the urge to cut everything short just to come back and throw it away. She doesn't even know why it matters so much, it's not like she can get in trouble. But it bothers her anyway, like she needs to hold herself to a better standard.

So when she slams the door open, with the yellow light from the lightbulb spilling outside and sees nothing, she's shocked.

The green chair has moved again and it's pretty clear whoever else came up here had thrown it away. She continues to stare at the scene, and in the light of the moon along with the lightbulb, she can almost imagine the silhouette of someone sitting there.

She bites her lip and reaches into her bag. Maybe this is the dumbest idea ever, but, grabbing a pad of post-it notes (that she's "borrowed" from work) along with a pen (also "borrowed") she writes out a little note.

Thank you

She steps onto the roof and leaves it under one of the legs of the green chair, weighing it down. It might be stupid, nothing might happen, but there's a slight chance it'll turn out interesting.

She could do with interesting.

The yellow light illuminates the words for a second as she opens the door to head back in.

-.-

In the golden light of the evening as the sun sets on another beautiful, warm day, Percy stares at the words in his hand with utter bewilderment.

A/N: So what did you think? The plot thickens..actually no the plot is just forming, and I hope that you guys are liking the direction that the story is going in!

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