Title: Box of Crayons
Summary: Because of a box of crayons, Percy and Annabeth are best friends for life. They share their food, their secrets, and even each other's first kiss. All of a sudden, Percy's move causes their fairy tale friendship to splinter and rain clouds to appear. But when the green-eyed boy comes back, will everything remain back to the way it was?
Pairings: Percabeth, obviously. Little, well some hints of Tratie, Thalico and Jasper.
Warning: Swearing, dark themes at some parts; rarely. May be Out of Character, but when the story is AU (AH), it's bound to happen, though I try to keep them in character. For the sake of the book, the Stolls are twins in this, alright? Sorry if there are mistakes, I try my best. And thank you to my beta: BlueBerrySourStraps
Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or anything copyrighted mention here, however, I do own the plot and it would suck if someone just steals the plot I worked hard, stressfully planning. Please, don't.
Point of View: Annabeth's
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Author's Note: Alright, hello! I know I don't say this much often, but thank you for anyone who's reading this, favorited this, followed this and took the time to review and tell me what they think. Honestly, I couldn't ask for more since you really did give me everything, and I'd like to take all of you for doing that. Seriously, love you all, yeah?
btw, the song was Great Escape by Boys like Girls and I'm sorry for not PMing people a sneak peak( if you read my new story, scribbled parchment there's a preview there sooo) but i just thought of publishing a new chapter now so but i love you so
IMPORTANT NOTE AT THE BOTTOM OF THE PAGE SERIOUSLY I NEED YOU TO
guess the song btw, give you a sneak peak (SEEING THEM IN CONCERT THIS SUMMER HOLLER)
"Stay for a moment and I promise that it will be different
And you'll see a brand new side of me.
So where's the upside to this story or the obvious typical ending/...Always believe in honesty
Stay for a moment and I promise we'll be different."
Chapter Eleven: Sass On the Down Low
English class has always been one of my favourite classes. Sure, I took down the opportunity to do Advance English mainly because it wasn't what I was focusing on for my career, but nonetheless, the subject still adds pleasure.
To me, English doesn't really involve any hard thinking since it's more of a relaxation process; having the words fill and soak your brain instantly, whereas in math and science, everything just involves your whole energy.
"Good morning, class." I noticed my teacher Mr. Miller trekked in the classroom and I automatically straighten my posture and looked at him, alert.
Mr. Miller wrote the date on the board, his sandy blonde hair flopping against his arm movements. His brown eyes analyzed everyone in the class and smiled small towards us all. As his eyes wanders throughout the classroom, he's checking if anyone is absent.
Mr. Miller then clasped his hands together and took out a book from his drawers. Everyone in the room propped their heads forward, squinting their eyes, trying to decipher what the words of the book said.
"Class, I'm assigning you all a book report," Before the class can make a reaction, Mr. Miller raised his fingers and sent a look to us students. "Fret not. It's a partner report. Although, I'll pick the partners, alright?"
The matter didn't change, and despite Mr. Miller's attempt to lighten the project's mood, it really didn't help things at all. Although, I could care less who I'm partnered with, knowing it's only temporarily.
"But I reckon everyone might like this book since it contradicts from the classic novels we've been reading throughout the years." Murmurs in the class swarmed the room, and it seems as if Mr. Miller somewhat half heartedly redeemed himself.
"This book's protagonists is a girl name Samantha and a boy name Noah," As Mr. Miller spoke, he passed a copy of the book around the class.
Once the book was in my hands, I took the liberty of inspecting it to see if it's to my own liking. The cover shows a picture of the shadows of a girl and a boy stood either sides of the title as they somewhat fought for dominance. This quirked up my intention as my eyes travelled to blurb at the back.
"Now, the genre is romance so I apologize for all the boys in the class in advance. However, I think it will somewhat appeal to all of you, despite the circumstances. Maybe it can somewhat be relatable." Mr Miller continued, now perching on his chair rather than standing up.
"Before all of you take a look at the blurb, from the looks of the cover, how do you think the story will play out?" I blushed, smiling inwardly due to the fact that I somewhat disobeyed his instructions.
Rapidly my hand shot up; being the only hand raised amongst the class. Mr. Miller scoured the room for any other possible hands before he sighed in defeat and chose me.
"I assume this book is about Samantha and Noah who are a bickering couple or friends by chance. Since you noted it was Romance, I assume they turn into a couple at the end. Due to the title: Ignore The Past, it's pretty self explanatory that something occurred back when, which sets the two on bitter terms, hence the altercating cover." I explained, gesturing towards the book from time to time as some people jotted down notes.
Mr. Miller nodded and smiled. "That was wonderful inferring Annabeth." He praised and I nodded as a gesture of thanks.
"Annabeth, what do you think the reason is?" He inquired and I gladly made a response to it.
"A possible childhood experience if they were to know each other back when. Referring back to the cover, they look to somewhat be in their twenties, and the title mentions the past, so that confirms my assumptions. I think one person did something to the other to make them upset at one another." I explained, but was interrupted by none other than him.
"-Or, it could be more like an event rather than the person." Percy added, as he cleared his throat. I raised my eyebrows at him, but was interrupted from a debate I was preparing.
Mr. Miller nodded, investing himself in what Percy is saying. He waved me off since he knows I'm about to retort. "Please do elaborate, Percy,"
Percy hesitated as he straightened his posture and cleared his throat. "Well, it seems like the two was affected from it the same way as it is shown in the cover. If it was however one of them who caused the other to react, then the posture of one would differ from the other. I'm not really good at explaining things." Percy blushed and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Nonsense!" Mr. Miller shrugged Percy off and once again, I spoke.
"Although, how do you know if the person who I assume caused the one such a reaction didn't seem affected? I mean, for all we know, it could be a forced act and such, hence both affecting reaction." I argued and looked at Percy.
"Yes, but it would make much more sense if it was more of an event rather than a person being the cause of their bickering. What I'm saying is, their reaction seem so equivalent that if it followed your theory, I just think that the reactions would be different." He counter argued and I nodded, seeing the points Percy did have, although, I'm sticking to my own assumption.
From the corners of my eyes, I noticed Mr. Miller scratch something out on the paper and wrote somthing. He then looked at Percy and I. "That was wonderful referring you two!"
I smiled warmly at him, seeing the back row in the class seem to already lost some interest.
"Addison, please read the blurb at the back of the story." Mr. Miller ordered, to which Addison jolted back to life and reached for the book.
She coughed and fixed her bed head hair. "Samantha and Noah were neighbours ever since their families bought the house next to each other when they were six. Naturally, being the only kids in this neighbourhood, Sam and Noah got along perfectly. Although, when starting the first year of High School, Sam travels halfway across the world with her father due to job transfer; leaving under bitter terms with Noah... Four years have past and when Sam comes back to Arizona for University, the apartment she happens to be co owning with is none other than Noah O'Callaghan."
Huh, well, I guess Percy and I are both right if you squint in different angles.
"How things will work is every week, the class will read 4 chapters. Every week, there will be one small assignment related to those four chapters we read you will have to work with your partner. When we do finish the book comes the big assignment in which one you do with your partner and one individually. Further detail will be available as the date approaches. any questions?" Mr. Miller's eyes rummage throughout the room, looking for raised hands. When he got none, he nodded and looked at the time.
He got up from his seat with a paper and a tack in his hands as his put it on the door.
"Alright. Please read up to chapter four only and to find out who your partner is, the names are on the door. Please pick up the assignment on my desk when you choose to check." As Mr. Miller said those words, everyone in the class seemed to tumble awake as they all marched towards the list, eager to find out who their partner is.
It was only I who sat in the room and when the list was clear, I stood up and took a look at it for myself.
I ran my fingers down, looking for my name on the printed sheet. Although, what I did see was my name written in red pen on top of a scratched up name. My eyes travelled to the name beside it, and once the name met in contact with my eyes, I mentally groaned out loud and winced.
Someone behind me coughed, and this time, I didn't resist the urge to groan out loud.
"Hey, partner," Percy greeted as he flashed me a small smile.
After the dismissal bell rang, I marched my way to Mr. Miller's class. The thought of Percy as my partner has been hoarding my thoughts for the whole day, making it nearly impossible to concentrate. I know it may sound irrational for me to complain to a teacher about Percy, allowing my real life problem interfere with my school one but I truly believe I won't be able to focus in the process. Yes, it's being completely insane doing this since technically, this gutted feeling inside me tells me he's no harm, but I just have no intention of talking to him at all, and this project will just make the matter already bad as it is.
When the English department came into view, I noticed Mr. Miller organizing paperwork and I couldn't help but feel like an intruder. He caught me knocking in mid air as his brown eyes met mine. He looked somewhat startled before he genuflected me to come.
"Annabeth, please, come in. How may I come to assist you?" He politely offered aid as he wiped the items off of his table and gestured to a seat in front of his desk.
I shook my head. "This will be short."
"Alright," He then sat down as he looked at me, nodding as a sign to continue.
"I have a problem with the partners you assigned us," I began, looking up to see if he was going to intrude, but noticing no red flags, I continued furthermore.
"I'm just not comfortable being partners with Percy. I don't see how we could be able to work past our somewhat complicated differences. Also, I don't think I'm able to concentrate on my work and focus properly." I properly addressed my problem, and awaited for a response.
Mr. Miller sighed and stood up. He leaned on the blackboard with a black pen stitched between his fingers as he twiddled it around. "Annabeth, I think both of you are able to overlook and surpass the problems you have outside of school, as these problems are not school related meaning I really don't see the point of changing partners."
I raked my fingers through my hair in frustration and sighed, rummaging through my mind, as I seeked for a counter argument.
"Yes, but doesn't being uncomfortable count for something?" I retorted, but kept my sass on the down low seeing his eyebrow arching upwards in a somewhat reprimanding face.
"Annabeth, if it's to your concern, you and Percy weren't suppose to be partners in the first place," Mr. Miller began.
"I knew it, no wonder my name was in red pen."
Mr. Miller nodded. "Yes, when I saw both of you arguing the theories of the book, I saw that if you two were paired up to each other, the wonders and new perspective you would bring to me on the book. You two brought wonderful assumptions and I think with two contradicting minds put together, oh, the wonders you could do."
I fought an urge to argue but I resisted, seeing he does have a point. I sighed and wailed softly.
Mr. Miller shook his head. "Annabeth, you're mature, I'm sure you're able to overlook the problem Percy and you supposedly had. Avoiding never works, trust me, take it from experience."
I knitted my eyebrows. I took out a chair and stared at Mr. Miller. "Huh? Please elaborate."
Mr. Miller was one of those teachers you really don't mind being around. He's one of those teachers everyone can't help but love, even if he gives you piles of homework, you'd still love him. His charm with the students makes it easy for everyone to confine to him, hence why I didn't see it was troublesome for me to spill my feelings. Sometimes I feel he would make a wonderful guidance counselor if he wasn't an English teacher.
"Are you sure I won't bore you?" He asked and I shook my head.
"Certain."
"Well, my brother and I were the best of friends, which people usually found odd since normally they hated their siblings, but I adored my brother. He was my best friend. But, as we got older, we came across differences and we allowed them to undo the stitches we sewed on our friendship. It came to the point where," Mr. Miller coughed and I stared at him. "we fought over a girl despite me telling him I planned on asking her out. I'm sorry if I sound like an old man,"
I chuckled softly in amusement and shook my head. "Nope, you're good." I reassured him and Mr. Miller smiled and somewhat rolled his eyes.
He continued. "Eventually, he got the girl and I was completely outraged, since he knew I had feelings for since, I ignored him. Annabeth, it really doesn't help, they just keep coming back to you."
I rolled my eyes, not particularly towards him but seeing how his conversation somewhat connected mines if you looked at it from a different angle.
"Tell me about it," I muttered under my breath.
"The point is, we eventually were able to overlook it and the rest is history." He smiled and all of a sudden, he chuckled. "I'm sure you didn't come here for a talk."
I grinned at him and chortled. "No,"
"So, are you fine with the partnership?"
I hesitated and seeing as I'm not in the mood to argue I sighed. "I'm sure I'll be able to overlook it."
Mr. Miller grabbed his papers and his briefcase and stood up. With his Earl Gray in his hands he walked out the door. "Have a good day, Annabeth."
I huffed and grabbed my messenger bag and made my way out of the school. I don't know if Mr. Miller is some sort of sidekick or he has this angel whisper words of wisdom into his ear, but how does he manage to say things that are perfect at the right time? I think that's wizardry magic right there.
Despite the conversation Mr. Miller already gave to me about avoidance, I'm not going to drop it so quick, even though what he said was true. I'm still peeved that I'm stuck doing a project with him which makes my plan on the edge of completely faltering.
As I was going outside, I groaned once more, seeing Percy perched in the driver's seat. I noted how he rolled down the windows and hanged his head out the window like a golden retriever.
"ANNABETH!" He called out to be and I grunted, as I huffed out some air.
I stubbornly ambled towards the passenger seat rather than the normal seat I usually take seeing there's no need for an argument when I already had one back when.
As Percy exited out the driveway, he tried to avoid the silence to which I smirk, and press the radio this time.
Although, this time, when he the red light came to view, he looked at me and I can feel his eyes search my face, analyzing any cryptic details. I couldn't help but act flustered and blush, feeling like I did back then when he tried to decipher my feelings.
It almost started to feel real for a change.
"What's wrong?" He seemed to analyze my facial features which was a habit of his when we were younger. I see he still has the touch.
I know Percy however does have good intentions, noting his attempts to try to lift a conversation but I just can't help but hold a grudge. All the thoughts that's floating in my head as of now is how I'm going to do.
I sighed and ignored him, looking at the view instead.
"Annabeth, are you sure you don't want to talk about it?" Percy inquired softly, although, not at all sounding demanding and I couldn't help but smile.
"I'm fine." I hitched under my breath, ignoring him through the whole ride.
As the car is nearing my house, I noticed how it swiveled around the block. I looked alarmed at Percy, seeing he stopped his car at his house.
"Percy?" I exclaimed, looking at him narrowly.
"Relax, mom wants to talk to you." He muttered, ringing his keys around his finger as we walked to the door. I made no sound of protest seeing that I was only doing this for Sally, but not seeing her car parked in the driveway drove my suspicions on the high.
"Wait, your mom's not here." I noticed, seeing as Percy already went inside, I followed him seeing as if I had no other choice.
Percy dropped his backpack on the couch and I followed his example. He dropped his keys on the counter and walked to the backyard with no hesitation.
Curiosity got the best of me and I don't know what came over me, but I trailed after Percy. I notice him already on the ladder leading to the treehouse we spent most of our time at when we were little and I couldn't help but crack a smile. This treehouse was the home to our childhood memories. This is where we declared we were going to be friends as well as where we stayed when we first met. This was also the place where we gave each other our first kiss, not to mention the day where everything just unstitched the pieces.
Despite all the wonderful memories this place holds, it is also the home the most heartbreaking one yet.
I sighed and followed Percy up the treehouse, my legs climbing up slowly since I haven't been here since that day. As I got on top, I noticed all the rusty toys Percy and I had played with when we were kids as well as the carvings we made on the walls. The place seems so big back then, but nonetheless, the view was still fantastic.
Percy was perched on one side of the wall, his legs sprawled on the floor. I sat on the adjacent wall, fiddling with my fingers.
"We need to talk." Percy flatly stated, but by the look of his eyes, he didn't mean for the words to come out so cold and harsh.
I laughed crisply. "Is that why you practically kidnapped me?"
"It's not kidnapping if you followed me willingly." I narrowed my eyes at him, my eyes forming into a deadly glare by the second.
Percy sighed and rubbed his temple. "Look, Annabeth, I'm not here to ask for a fight."
I tucked my bottom lip and pursed it, looking at Percy oddly. "Then why are we here in the first place?"
Percy raked his fingers through his hair and groaned. He looked at me, linking our eyes with one another before he spoke. "Why are you avoiding me?"
I laughed rancorously at him, rolling my eyes in amusement and scowled. It was finally now he understood. After all the days we spent together ever since he got back, he finally gets the nerves to ask. It was then I finally snapped, as I feel the feelings and emotions I felt after all those years travelling to my fist and my face.
"So, it took you this time? All this time to figure things were off with us?" I questioned savagely, letting my temper get the best of me.
Percy looked at me with soft green eyes in an attempt to calm me down, but I just can't, after all those years, you can't. "Annabeth, if it's something I did wrong, you know I'd never hurt you intentionally. Please, please, just tell me."
All of a sudden, my palms started sweating, as did my face. But when I felt water flow in my mouth, I noticed it wasn't sweat, but tears running. I was overwhelmed by all these feelings that I so badly need to express.
I carved a glare deep in my eyes and looked pointedly at Percy. "You made a promise to me, Percy. You promised we would keep in touch. Now, flash yourself back to those years. Do you still think you kept that?!"
Percy moaned in frustration, and I can note how his eyes were twitching as did I; seeing this had the same impact on both of us. "Annabeth, I tried okay! I tried! Do you know how hard it is? When everyone at school keeps making fun of you gloating about a girl they assume isn't real?! Annabeth, you have to understand. It was hard on me too."
We both have matching red stained eyes, tears messily soaking our faces. I cried out, letting the emotions just take control of my voice.
"Percy, I was a mess, okay? I mean, YOU are my best friend. Seeing you move away was already hard for me, much more having lost connection? Do you know how it feels to have your best friend come back after all these years, whom you never talked to, and making them a whole new stranger. Well goddammit, of course I ignored you! Percy, YOU ARE A STRANGER."
Percy winced, his eyes bubbling, and I could tell it was clouded with hurt. Despite the huge amount of guilt punching on my stomach, I didn't make one sudden movement to make an apology, seeing as if I was at shock here myself.
Percy sighed. "Annabeth, of course I know how you felt. Have you forgotten I AM APART OF THIS AS WELL? It hurts for me as well! I mean, you stayed in New York, which is my home. You still have our friends, while I was stuck tormented by ones back in Florida. Do you know how terrible I was?" Percy laughed bitterly and scavenge at the memories, and I had to use all my willpower not to pounce on him and tackle Percy into a comforting hug.
I shook my head, my eyes remaining as a glare as I stared at Percy. "Percy, just listen to me for a second," My voice was faltering, and I felt anger casting over me.
All those thoughts that were hoarding my head back then, I unleashed all the pure and raw emotion out into my voice.
"You practically ignored me, the conversations we-were weak and it wasn't r-real how it used to be. Do you know how I felt when I freaking saw your blog?! YOU DIDN'T EVEN BOTHER TELLING ME YOU WERE COMING BACK HOME!" I cried out, tears rapidly streaming down my face as an agonizing facial expression was written on my face. My heart ached my the second as I started panting heavily.
Percy looked at me with those pained eyes and I just couldn't help myself. The tears were coming out of my eyes and it surprised me by the loads of amount. I was a mess and I'm sure as hell my mind is a lot worse. This was the only time I managed to get those feelings out and this was the result of it. I hated feeling this vulnerable, but what I hate more is seeing the facial reactions on Percy. Despite all those times I tried to hate him, seeing him this weary and pained; I just couldn't bear with it.
Percy sighed and warily approached me. He surprised me by wrapping his arms around me, but I didn't stop him, seeing how comfortable I was. He perched his head on mine while I rambled on.
"You told everyone, you told the internet! I had to find out myself," I trashed my arms at him, my fist pounding on his chest but he stayed put, he didn't move at all. If only, he held me tighter as if he'd never let go. The waterworks rolled down my cheeks more as I looked at him.
My pantings came low and I stared at him with my red stained eyes, undoubtedly looking like a mess. "I thought you didn't care anymore..." I murmured in his chest, my fist going down in defeat as I sniffled.
Percy rubbed his hands on my back. "Annabeth, listen to me alright?"
"I know you already hate me, and if we're telling the truth here, I hate myself too." Percy laughed with resentment towards himself.
"I was a huge jerk and an ass for not talking to you. I don't know, but I just couldn't bear myself to call you. Everytime I call you, all I have is bad news to bear and I hate that. Sure, I felt guilty at myself, I mean, who wouldn't? I really don't know why, I don't know why I ignored you in the first place.
"I knew I should've have talked to you about coming back to New York, but I just thought you wouldn't care. That was foolish of me to think so." I saw Percy's eyes tearing up and I smiled at him; the first real smile I gave him ever since he got back and I could tell just then, Percy noticed too.
"Annabeth, I want you to know this. I'm sorry for all those sufferings I caused you. I'm sorry for not contacting you. It was wrong, and, and, I-it was just really stupid to do so. But don't you ever think I don't care about you." Percy wrapped his arms around me tightly and it felt real. It felt like it did back then.
I know Percy's words were sincere, because he was just the type of guy. After all these years, there's that feeling and voice telling me otherwise of my false assumptions and it was only now, I realized it. I knew then I forgave him, I forgiven him all along; all this time, even though I didn't know it then.
"You're important to me, alright? Of course I care for you. You're like family, you're one of the most important people in my life, and to hell with it if you think otherwise. Annabeth, you're my best friend, after all these years. I'm really sorry. I know you may never forgive me-"
"I'm sorry too," I interrupted Percy who looked at me.
I sighed and smiled shakily. This is what I always wanted. I didn't want resentment or forever holding this avoidance. I just wanted my best friend back, and I can willingly do so. Despite all the grudge holding I told myself to label Percy, I don't think I'm able to do so anymore, seeing it was not only him but me. I knew I shouldn't have avoided him, referring back to what Mr. Miller said. I knew I should've talked to him about it rather than risking the chances of losing a friend.
I hate what I did to him, seeing that I wasn't the only torned up one here in this friendship. Yes, it was completely irrational of me to do so, and I realize it was only now when the pride I embody as well as acting pretentiousness was just not tolerable. He was reaching out to me, and even though he had faults of his own, at least he bothered attempting to patch things up while I on the other hand didn't even consider. I didn't realize I was throwing a beautiful friendship by ignoring Percy and seriously, I am just embarrassed at myself.
I looked at Percy, eyes pleading for forgiveness and the smile I had earlier never once left my face. I was starting to feel the bliss; it was now starting to begin real. It was now I knew after this, everything would be normal; back to the way it was.
"I forgive you."
You know what, PM me, any of you. Tell me how's your day, tell me what's up in your life, tell me anything. I'm not here to judge. I always wanted to talk to someone about my frustrations or someone in general, and I want to do the same for you. If you want, ask me questions; there's no boundaries, yeah...no TMIs either, I'll literally answer every freaking question.
I'll listen.
Important Note: The book Percy and Annabeth are reading for their book report plays a vital role in the story, mainly because I'm trying to view Percy and Annabeth's story in a different perspective hence the book. I would say the book is an analogy of Percy and Annabeth's own story but placed in a different setting. Confusing? Tell me if it is and I'll gladly explain this to you.
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The thing is, I'm probably not going to update next week to be honest with you, I'm just updating this chapter to tell you I'm still here and I'm alive and that to tell people who has given up on me to tell you otherwise whoops. But, i'll have you know, I'm almost done writing those chapters, just give me time... I'm writing two short stories that are more important than BOC for me right now because of the fact that I'm giving those stories to two of my friends for their birthdays so yeah.
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