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Annabeth

"Welcome to Pizzazz Pizza, what can I getcha?" A blond waitress asks. We're seated around a table in a busy restaurant that smells of fresh-baked pizza crust, tomato sauce, and garlic. I'm wedged in between Percy and Thalia.

"Thank you. We'll have two large pizzas, one just cheese, one with- Annabeth what do of like on your pizza?"

"Olives, though plain cheese is fine." In reality, I had an extreme addiction to olives. When I was younger, before Dad married Carol, he used to take me to this farmers' market every Saturday. We'd stock up on fresh bread, seasonal fruits, and homemade candies. It was Daughter-Dad time, and we'd talk about our week, what we did and all that jazz. In later years, Thalia started going with us from time to time. It was one of these Saturdays when we stopped by a produce stand. The man running the thing had tables full of grapes and oranges, which I liked, and a small thing I had never seen before.

Pointing to the giant greenish-black grape, I nudged Thalia. "What's that?" I whispered. Thalia only shrugged. The produce man must have noticed our confusion, because he offered me one. "They're called olives. Do you want to try one?" Thals and I looked up at him with wide eyes, and stood dumbfounded for a moment before nodding. I took a tentative bite and oh my gods...

They were so good. Indescribable.

That was one of the last times we went to the market together. Soon after, Dad met Carol and we stopped having Daughter-Dad Saturdays. Saturdays became Thalia-Annabeth days, filled with movie marathons and baking.

Thalia sends me a sad smile. She knows what memories olives bring.

The waitress cracks her gum. "Mhmm. And what can I getcha to drink?"

We go around the table, starting with Poseidon. "Water." "Sweet tea." "Um, Sprite?"

It's Percy's turn. He studies the tabletop with great intensity, not paying a bit of attention.

I give him a light nudge. He looks up, startled. "It's your turn to order a drink." I whisper.

"Oh! Blue Cherry Coke, please." The waitress nods and says she'll be right back. Percy turns to me. "Thanks," he says quietly. "I'm not usually this..."

"Distracted?" I offer. He nods. "I understand. It's... It's a big change." Another nod, and a moment of awkward silence. Is this how it always be? "So... You like music?" Maybe if I steer the subject to something he's comfortable with...

"Yeah. I have a band with some of my friends." I already know this, but it's nice to get him to talk.

"What do you play?"

Percy rubs tape back of his neck. "Bass, and I sing a little." So he's modest. Percy Jackson is turning out to be different from what I expected.

"What kind of music?"

"Just about anything." He's not giving me anything I can work with. I need sentences, not a few words!

"The Summer Set?" This sparks interest, and we launch into a heated conversation about which song is better- Heart on the Floor or 7 Days. This is when Thalia joins in.

"Clearly it's Legendary. It has lyrics that speak." Percy and I share a glance, roll our eyes, and then it's us vs. Thalia. Poseidon looks slightly amused at our debate, though he doesn't seem to understand what it's about.

"Can we just say that Lana del Rey champs everything and be done with it?" I offer with a grin. So he's not an emotionless kelp head.

"Absolutely not!" Percy and Thalia say in unison.

"Leo would be appalled at your atrocious taste in singers, Annabeth," he says. Atrocious? He's gone too far.

I turn to Thalia and mouth the words: "he's such an ass." She nods in agreement.

Percy

Annabeth is turning out to be a very surprising person. I would've pegged her as a teenie pop fan, someone who has pretty shitty taste in music. (A/N sorry if anyone is offended. The line was what came to mind.) After our debate, I decide to change the subject- Dad looks so confused it's not even funny, and he's sending signals of irritation at our volume; sitting up straighter, a crease in his forehead, tapping his fingers on the table. Something quieter, like...

"So, we've got it covers that you like music. What else do you like?" I've got nothing, so this is a cop-out of having to actually think of a question.

Annabeth shifts in her seat and says something I don't quite catch. "What?" I ask. She's so quiet, once once she calms down and gets off the soapbox.

She speaks up. "Architecture."

Architecture. I can understand that. How to respond? "That- that's cool." Dang it, Jackson. You're making it awkward again.

Annabeth nods. "Mhmm." A moment of silence. "I think your music's cool, too. Having the courage to stand in front of people and play?"

Hear creeps up my neck. "Um, thanks. We're more of a garage band, really. It's not a big thing." Her beautiful grey eyes narrow and seem to say 'I know you're lying.'

Dad speaks up for the first time since we've ordered. "It's nice to see you two getting along." Annabeth's face grows red.

The waitress arrives with our drinks and sets them down in front of us. I take a big sip of Cherry Coke- it's a brilliant blue color. I notice Annabeth and Thalia staring like my drink is a U.F.O. "What?"

"It's blue," Thalia spits out. "Why is it blue?"

I shrug. "If you were given the option of regular brown Coca-Cola and blue Coca-Cola, wouldn't you take the blue one?" They merely shrug in response.

"Your pizza will be out in a few minutes," the waitress says as she walks away.

"So," Dad starts, squeezing lemon into his water, "about the wedding..." I nearly choke on my soda. Not here, not now. I was just getting used to having her as a friend. "When do you want to start planning it?"

I steal a glance at Annabeth, who seems to be slowly folding into her seat, red as a tomato. I probably look the same. She picks at a thread in her jeans.

I clear my throat. "Dad," I say quietly. "Not right now. Can we talk about this later?"

We meet eyes- the same shade of sea green- for a moment. He must see something, like my quiet plea to let it wait. Maybe it's my plea, maybe it's Annabeth, maybe it's the waitress approaching with our pizza, or maybe it's something else, but the conversation is dropped.