Sorry this is such a short chapter. The next one will be longer, I promise! I should have it up by March 28th so keep and eye out! Hope you like it and please comment your thoughts. The more feedback the better!

Percy's POV

Annabeth and I walked down to Central Park with a back pack full of snacks, sandwiches, cookies and water bottles. My mother had packed us a picnic lunch and given us an old sheet to sit on. We walked together, talking about small topics.

"Okay. I see your point but I totally disagree. I think Chick-fil-a should sell hamburgers." I said as we debated back and forth.

"Percy, the whole point of Chick-fil-a is not to sell any cow products." Annabeth answered as she stepped to avoid getting crushed by a man on a motorized wheel chair.

"Fine." I gave up. So far I'd never won any of our debates.

"Fine?" She raised her eyebrow, suspiciously. "Too easy, Percy." She shook her head.

We arrived and Central Park a few minutes later and picked a sunny spot by a huge oak tree. We laid out the blanket and sat down. Their was silence for a few minutes. Not the awkward kind, but the kind where we were basically having a silent conversation, soaking each others presence in.

"You do realize you start 11th grade at Goode tomorrow." Annabeth said after a few minutes.

"You sound like Paul." I told her.

She punched me in the stomach.

"Whatever, seaweed brain."

"Where are you going to school this year?" I asked. Annabeth smiled like she knew something I didn't. I hate that smile.

"A school." she stated bluntly. "But I will probably take a week or two off to oversee work on the tMount Olympus. If I leave the gods might ruin Olympus all over again fighting over who sits where."

I sighed. I really didn't want to wake up at 6:30 tomorrow to go to Goode. I would say Annabeth was lucky to be taking a week off but she would probably be dealing with angry gods and goddesses so that kind of ruined it.

We looked around, just watching everything. I inspected the oak tree we were sitting by. "I have and idea." I said still looking at the oak tree.

"What?" Annabeth asked, following my gaze at inspecting the oak tree herself. The tree had thick branches and plenty of foot holds. Annabeth smiled, catching on to my idea. She stood up and wiped the crumbs off of her hands. We walked over to the bottom of the oak tree. The lowest branches where about 3 feet above my head. Annabeth was at least 5 inches shorter that me, so there was no way she could reach the bottom branch by herself.

"Give me a foot hold." Annabeth said, backing up to get a running start. We had fought together for 5 years, we knew what was going on in the other persons head when it came to strategies.

I laid my hands on top of each other as a foothold and waited for her cue. Annabeth started running at me and then jumped. As soon as her feet hit my hands, I pushed her up. Not to hard, but just enough to get her up. Annabeth grabbed the bottom branch and then pulled herself up to a sitting position. She smiled down at me.

"Beautifully executed, Mr. Jackson." She said. Her pony tail had a stick in it

"Thank you, Ms. Chase." I answered as I started to climb up to join her. Soon we where sitting on a branch, 20 feet in the air, watching New York pass by.