Thalia

Annabeth seems to perk up after I show her my research on her... Predicament. I can see the gears in her head turning, formulating gods-know-what. We sit in silence for the rest if the flight, and when the plane lands we make our way into the airport.
New York is just as hot as California, though more of a dry, suffocating heat than what we're used to. The airport terminal in busy, and we get jostled around. Ugh. The people here are so rude.
Annabeth and I wander around aimlessly for a while, trying to locate our bags, when I spot a girl standing outside security with a sign:
Annabeth Chase and Thalia Grace
I motion towards the girl and alert Annabeth of her presence. She nods, and we make our way over.
"Are you Annnabeth and Thalia?" She asks when we approach her. "I'm Silenna." She sticks her hand out for us to shake. She has a firm grip, and a very... Bubbly personality. But she seems nice enough. "Do you need help with your bags?"
Annabeth seems flustered. "I... Our bags haven't made it off the plane."
Silenna just grins. "Grover's putting them in the car. Poseidon and Percy are waiting." She grabs Annabeth's wrist and start dragging her towards the doors.

Annabeth

Keep calm, Annabeth. You can do this. Play the part. My palms are sweaty as the Greeting Girl- Silenna- leads Thal and I outside, where a car waits. Keep calm, act happy, play the part, it's just for a little while. Before I know it, we're at the car. The door opens.
And out steps Percy Jackson and his father. They're both dressed very formally in suits, and have the same sea green eyes, though that's where the look alikes end. Poseidon is smiling and energetic while Percy looks completely miserable. I'm not that excited to meet you, either.
"Annabeth Chase, dear, it's so nice to meet you." Poseidon pulls me in for a hug. I'm slightly uncomfortable; I've never seen him before in my life, and no one has hugged me for years. Dad hugged you yesterday, a small voice in the back of my mind calls out. "We hope you'll be happy here. Right, Percy?" Poseidon gives a not-so-subtle nudge to his son. Percy looks up from the oh-so-interesting spot on the concrete and gives a vague 'oh, hmm?' Before his father nudges him again. "I was saying-" insert sharp look at Percy- "that we hope Annabeth is happy here. Right, Percy?"
"Oh, yeah. Sure." He returns to his scowling at the concrete.
I wipe my hands on my jeans and hold one out. "Um, hi. I'm Annabeth." Percy doesn't shake it. Okay then, Mr. Grouchy.
Maybe getting out of this is gong to be a lot easier than I thought.
Sensing the awkwardness in the air, Poseidon announces that we're going out for dinner, and we all climb in the car. I can't help but smile. Oh yeah, this is going to be easy. I can manage a distracted boy with a head full of kelp.

Percy

"Here comes Annabeth. Look at least someone happy to see her."
I roll my eyes and mumble a 'whatever' before getting out of the car to see the stranger. All week long, I had been trying to convince myself that Annabeth would be some wicked witch who hated my guts. An extremely boring, hideous girl who would try to kill me in my sleep.
Looking at her now, I was wrong about the 'hideous' part.
Shoulder-length blond princess curls frame her adorable tan face, and her gray eyes- like a stormy sky- with a lean, athletic body just... Wow.
It's not just her physical attributes that make her attractive. Annabeth gives off an aura of intelligence and confidence that most girls lack. Don't seem creepy, Perce. Look at anything but her!
My eyes make sir way to the concrete. Oh yes, that crack there, it's very interesting. Dad greets Annabeth, and says something I don't quite catch. There's a moment of silence, and he gives me a nudge on the shoulder. So he must be waiting for me to respond.
"Oh, hmm?" Stare at the concrete, Jackson. Avoid eye contact with the beautiful Wise Girl. Dad's tone grows a tad more stern, and he nudges me again. Something about happy?
I glance up and offer an answer that is fitting for any occasion: "oh, yeah. Sure."
Well, this is awkward. I can picture my bandmates' reactions to this moment. Frank would just stand there, Jason would shake his head, and Leo... Oh gods, Leo (or, as he likes to be called, His Royal Stud Muffin) would be shouting about my idiocy. In my mind, I'm yelling back. Someone clears their throat, and I glance up again.
"Um, hi. I'm Annabeth." She has her hand extended, but the only thoughts going through my mind are... Nonexistent. I stare blankly at her forehead, and there's so much awkward you could cut it up and serve it like pizza. Mmmh, pizza.
Dad, oh thank the gods for Dad, says we're going out for dinner. I climb into the vehicle, and as I glance out the window, I see a small smirk on Annabeth's face.
So she's pretty. Still doesn't mean I want to marry her.