1Disclaimer: I am not Rick Riordan. I am Poseidon's Sapphire. I am not the owner of Percy Jackson and the Olympians.

Authors Note: I want to thank all of you who are reading and reviewing my stories. This is my first time really writing something for everyone to see, thanks for all the great support! I want to thank especially, Nico diAngelo, team-911, TomboyBeaver, Kelcia Kareborn, the Minotaur, and the big NOBODY, for all the fantastic reviews! Enjoy the latest chapter in Three Thousand Miles. (I don't think this is my favorite chapter so far, so please keep reading because the next chapter will definitely be better.)

Say what?!

Percy's POV

Ok, can you say weird. Now I've battled monsters, sphinxs', minotaurs', and the occasional furry, but never, never, was I more weird-ed out than this. A thousand emotions flooded my head when I first say her. Joy, happiness, curiosity, lov- nope not that emotion. I will just have to control that wonderful feeling. I guess a lot of confusion must of been what was on my face because that is when the earth bound angel spoke,

"Hey Percy."

"Hi Annabeth." My mom wiped her flour covered hands on the apron she was wearing and decided that we needed milk, right away, and that she would be back in about five minutes, twenty minutes New York time. We didn't speak until the sound of her footsteps faded from the staircase. "Er, you want to sit down?" I asked gesturing towards the small wooden table that occupied the space to the right of were we stood.

"No thanks Percy."

"Um, Annabeth, why are you here?"

"I had a fight with my step-mom and she, practically, threw me out. I told them I could stay with you." Truth be told her voice wasn't even registering in my mind. I was too busy drinking in her essence. The way her hair looked great even in the dull florescent lighting of the kitchen, or the way she smelled of the flour that coated her hands and that had made a mark on her cheek. She was beautiful. Just don't tell her I said that.

Annabeth's POV

Awkward. Very awkward. Sally and I were in the kitchen making bread that would go along with tonight's pasta when we heard the door open. I had finished a joke and Sally had laughed while I halfheartedly joined in knowing full well that I would see him in no less than three seconds. I first saw his black skater shoes, followed by a pair of normal blue jeans, and a Metrosation t-shirt. I had to say something to him. Even if it was only hello. "Hey Percy." His name felt so natural and sweet on my lips, like it was only meant for me. Sally then bustled out of the kitchen, not before giving me a wink, mumbling something about milk and that she would be back. A while past and we no longer heard the footsteps on the staircase. I vaguely remember being asked, or responding to his gesture. Me, Annabeth Daughter of the goddess Athena, was too busy checking Percy out to really hear his questions. His hair, messy as always, was perfect even with the slight way it always stood up and never seemed to settle. Like the sea. The sea-green eyes stared back at me looking as breathtakingly gorgeous as they normally are, if not more intense, more attractive.

"Annabeth, I'm sorry for the end of camp. I really didn't want to push you. I just...want to understand. To help you, never to harm you."

I was confused. Why was he apologizing? He did nothing at all wrong. It was me I was really confused, I wanted the prophecy to be about Luke because that means Percy wouldn't suffer a fate worse than death.

"Seaweed Brain," I loved his nickname, the way his eyes would roll at me when I'd call him that. "there's nothing to be sorry for. How about we just forget that ever happened."

"You got yourself a deal Wise Girl." I grinned, partly from regaining all normality in our friendship but also hearing his voice say that name. He held each word with care, as if it was a precious breakable thing. He didn't even know his voice was better than all the ambrosia in the world. Just don't tell him I said that.

Third Person's POV

The two young demigods quickly got back into their old ways of teasing and making fun of each other. Before long the kitchen was lost withing a cloud of flour that coated everything. Flesh, the toaster, oven, fridge, table and floor. Annabeth had just flicked some flour at Percy when they heard the door creak open. Both wearing identical expressions of horror they started to frantically hide all the flour they could.

"Well, well. You couldn't have waited for me? Flour fights are so much fun!"

All three people laughed and cleaned up the mess while discussing how the summer had been so far.

"You should have seen his face when I told him that there was an enchilada cart that was giving out free samples! He ran like the wind! Grover was pissed when he got back though; I had to promise to make him enchiladas that night for dinner." Percy explained to the, now laughing, blond beside him at the cleared table. Sally, Annabeth, and Percy were stuffed after the bread - and - pasta meal.

"Hey, you kids want to go to the movie store and rent a video to see?"

"Sure Mom." Percy agreed.

Taking the ten dollar bill from Sally's hand Annabeth and Percy walked out into the cold, windy New York night.