A/N Hi guys! I hope you like the story! I'm not sure where to go with it yet, but maybe you can help me figure it out? Reviews a would make my day, so if you have the time I would love you forever.

The song belongs to Mariana's Trench and is called 'Ever After'.

Disclaimer: Held on own the Percy Jackson series, and if I did, Bianca diAngelo would still be alive.

enjoy!

Percy

I've spent the past week in my room with my guitar. Savor ing those last days of freedom, those last days without a stranger in the house. I'm currently lying on my bed with earbuds in, the volume turned up all the way. Mariana's Trench blares into my eardrums, allowing me to focus only on the music.

Can't you stay where you are, just for now
I could be your perfect disaster
You could my ever after
Now you could be my ever after, after all

I sigh. This is pure bliss. My dad interrupts the moment.
"Son, Annabeth arrives in an hour, are you ready to go to the airport?" My dad asks. This is code for 'Percy, get up, we're gong to the airport.'
I'd love to say at housing things going through my head. I'd rather not. Maybe if we leave her there, she'll fly home. Maybe if i just lie here, he'll leave me alone. But no such luck.
"Perseus Jackson! Get up, make yourself look presentable." I groan, but do as he says.
Fifteen minutes later, I slide into the backseat of a black SUV and gaze out the window. Please don't make me do this.
The first ten minutes of the ride are silent, with only the sounds of the tires against pavement filling our ears. Dad has the idea that we need a father-son talk, and begins the conversation with a horrible subject.
"Perk up, Perce. You're about to meet your fiancée, for goodness sakes! You don't seem thrilled about any of this."
I send him a glare. "Why is she coming here?"

Annabeth

"Annabeth," a voice rouses me from my nap. "Get up, lazy ass." Thalia.

"I'm awake," I yawn, and sit up. "Are we there yet?"

"Soon. You've been asleep for two hours." Thal hands me a bag of pretzels and a bottled water. "They brought these."

I open the water and drain the entire thing in a matter of seconds. "Thanks." Who knew I was that thirsty? I tuck the pillow up underneath my seat. "How much longer?"

Thalia shrugs. "Another hour? Not sure."

"Hmm." My stomach is in knots. What am I supposed to do when I meet Perseus? What if he's a complete ass? What if he thinks architecture is stupid?

Thalia senses my anxiety and places a hand on my shoulder. "While you were out, I took the liberty of googling your fiancé. He's rather interesting, if you like spoiled rich boys." Thalia holds out the iPod, and I take it. It's a Facebook page, for a cover band called the Half-Bloods. It's clearly a home-made page, and shows pictures of four boys. Jason, Leo, Frank and... Percy. Links to YouTube videos are everywhere, and I click on one. It's a cover of Happy for You. And I hate to admit it, but they're decent. Idiots, granted, by the 'bloopers' reel at the end, but decent. I go back to the photo gallery, and one catches my eye- a Hispanic boy next to a boy with black hair holding notebooks and pencils. The caption reads: "Leo and Perce writing some originals! can't wait to share!"

"He's..." I breathe.

"Adorable? Has a beautiful voice?"

"An idiot." And it's then that I form my plan to escape this marriage. I've got a summer to do it, and I will succeed.