Disclaimer: See the name? Winter'sFanGIRL. While I acknowledge that 'fangirl' is a unisex term, I am a female. And not Rick Riordan.

Thalia
In my haste to make it downstairs in time, I nearly crash into someone in the halls.
"Luke."
"Thalia." He says back. "You're almost late."
I roll my eyes. "Yeah, Annabeth had, like, six cups of coffee and didn't want to go to sleep."
"Ahh. I see. Any developments?"
I shake my head, and we continue walking towards the room. "Nothing. I'm supposed to ask you a favor, though..." We make it into the room, and I lock the door behind us- with my luck, someone would wake up and stop us from planning. We sit on opposite ends of the couch. Luke turns on a lamp.
"Ask away."
"Okay. Annabeth wants out." I say simply. "She doesn't want to be here." And I relay the story told to me mere hours ago. The escape plan, the reasons, the backpacks. Luke listens through all of it. "The only the we need is an escape car." Which he has. When I planned to run with Luke, he had everything Annabeth doesn't, and vise-versa.
Luke gives a rare smile. "So she's in?" I nod. "We all need a meeting. This time tomorrow?" I shrug; Annabeth might not be so easily convinced.
"I can try. She wants out, but..." I shouldn't mention her feelings for Percy, especially if she isn't aware if them yet. It's not respective of the unspoken Best Friend Code. And when every other code from my life- from the 'Parents don't Leave Their Kids' code to the 'children shouldn't cry' code- has been broken, I keep this one golden. No, platinum. Annabeth is the only person who I give a shit about, and I don't know why she stuck around with me.
But I can't tell Luke that. "But what?" He asks.
"But... She has abandonment issues." In truth, I'm the one that had them. Until I built up the wall of steel around my heart, I kept getting hurt. Left behind. Abandoned. No one can do that to me any more. No one but Annabeth.
Luke gives a knowing nod. "She doesn't adapt to change." I continue. "So it might take an adjustment period." Which it would- we'd all have to adjust. "So I'll try to convince her." We say our goodbyes, and I go back to my room, drowning in old memories. Sleep won't come easy tonight.

Annabeth
Tuesday morning, Percy has to go to work with Poseidon. Thalia's still sleeping. I roll over in bed with a moan. I feel sick, and I remember drinking six cups of coffee. I curse at myself. This has happened before. Coffee and I don't agree with each other.
I grab a book and my iPod and try to pass the time.
It's a good story- something about teenagers with terminal illness- and I end up crying my eyes out. That's how Thalia finds me.
"Oh, Bethie, are you sick?" I shake my head and blow my nose. Thalia tries again. "Is it Percy?" I shake my head again. "Then what is it?"
My sentence is shaky and choppy with sobs. "He... They... My precious... Christmas tree..." I burst into sobs again. My mind is angry with me. Why are you crying, you worthless girl! Get out of bed and act like a warrior, not a sniveling fool! My heart argues back- The poor babies! Yes, let the tears out.
"Oh gods," Thalia says. "You're doing it again." 'It' refers to Other Annabeth. She shows up once in a while, leaving chaos, destruction, and an empty refrigerator in her wake. She's annoying, but sometimes has better, more daring ideas than Regular Annabeth.
"I can't help it!"
Thalia and Other Annabeth spend the morning planning escape. She tells me about the car.
"I got us a ride. Luke said he'd drive us."
"He's okay with it?" I ask. This is surprising, even though she mentioned that he wanted to leave the city.
"Yeah. Said he'd be ready whenever we wanted to go."
So all that's left are to acquire all the paperwork and the cash. Time for a lazy day.

Percy

My alarm goes off on Tuesday morning, and I drag myself out of bed. I hop in the shower, remembering yesterday. Annabeth looked so beautiful, and they way her face lit up when she talked about the architecture of the building was incredible. I had fun, and I think I'm falling for her, just a little. Which could be a blessing or a curse, depending in how she feels.
After a put on the monkey suit and head downstairs, where Dad sits at the table.
"How was your date?" He asks.
"It was nice. We went to the Empire State Building." Dad makes a 'hmm' noise.
"It's nice to see you two get along. She's good for you, Percy."
Good for me? How is Annabeth good for me? I must look puzzled, so he explains. "She brings out a side of you, a side no one's seen since..." I don't need to ask to know what he means. Since the accident.
"I was worried about you, Percy. I can see that I don't need to, anymore. Annabeth will take care of you." I sip a glass of orange juice, dip a strawberry in it, eat the strawberry. I butter a slice of toast, drizzle blueberry syrup over blue pancakes, take another sip of juice. And I still have no idea what he means. Why do I need someone to take care of me? Why do I need Annabeth?
And to make matters more uncomfortable, Dad tells me that Annabeth and I have an appointment for wedding planning later today. Because everyone picks out wedding colors after the first date.

Annabeth
I receive a phone call later that afternoon- something about a dress fitting.
"I- I'm sorry?" I stammer. Dress fitting? When did I arrange a dress fitting? When did I pick a wedding dress?
The cheerful voice of a woman responds. "Oh dear! I am speaking to Annabeth Chase, right?" I nod, then remember that she can't hear nods.
"Ye-yes, this is she. But I-"
"That's wonderful! What time would you like to come look at dresses, dear?"
What time do I... I'm not ready to pick dresses! My phone buzzes again. "You'll have to excuse me, I have another call..." I press the 'hold' button and answer the next call. "Hello?"
Another cheerful voice, this one with a more nasally tone. "Hello? Annabeth Chase? I'm calling for you to schedule your appointment for this afternoon. What time would be-"
"I'm sorry, what appointment?" Why am I getting so many calls? How did they get my number? Why are they calling this early?
"Your appointment with the Juno Wedding Planners. To plan your wedding to a Mr. Percy Jackson?"
"Oh, yeah. Um..." My phone buzzes again. "I'll have to put you in hold, please excuse me. Hello?"
This time, a man answers. "Hello, is this Annabeth Chase?"
"Yes. What appointment am I supposed to schedule?"
"Nothing, this is your gynecologist. Do you need to-" there's a burst of laughter, and the phone hangs up. As if I have time for prank calls. The phone buzzes again.
"Hello?""
"Hello, Miss Chase? This is Piper of Aphrodite Industries, I'm calling to schedule your appoint-"
"No appointments!" I nearly shout. "No appointments, because I never scheduled any! I'll have to call you back, I'm sorry." I switch the phone back to the first lady. "Hello, ma'am? Does three o'clock tomorrow work? It does? Okay, thank you." I grab a piece of paper and write down: dress 3pm. I switch the phone back to the second. "Hello? Yes, I'm sorry to keep you waiting, is 11 o'clock tomorrow available? It is? Okay, thank you." Plan wedding 11am. I call back the girl from Aphrodite Industries, she seems to have hung up.
"Hello, this is Piper of Aphrodite Industries. How may I help you?"
"Hello? You called me a few minutes ago to schedule a meeting?"
"You Annabeth Chase?"
"Yes."
"How about 1 o'clock tomorrow? That's the earliest time slot I have open."
"That works, thank you." I hang up and write on my paper: Aphrodite Industries, 1pm.
So much for Lazy Day #2.

A/N: THANK YOU ALL FOR REVIEWS! I've started writing my next fic, a mix of PJ and the Little Mermaid. I'll probably post it when this one's almost done, and it almost is! The next chapter is some wedding planning, a bit of a filler chapter, but it adds to the plot a tiny bit.

keep calm and be awesome.

-Winter'sFangirl