Disclaimer: No one is as awesome as Uncle Rick. Especially me. Characters belong to him.

Warning: slight cursing.

A/N: AnnabethGranger7121993: don't worry, they'll be no sex scenes. Not that type of story.

Anyways, keep reading!

ANNABETH'S POV

She stared out the window, still fuming. Should she really be afraid of Kelli? Because all Annabeth was now was pissed. Kelli was not intimidating in the slightest. Annabeth had dealed with monsters- and problems- bigger than her.

She huffed, crossing her arms, offended that Percy wouldn't say anything."Why are you even-"

"She's a bitch, I know." Percy said. She stared at him, eyebrows knitted. "Then why the hell would you even consider calling a monster like her your girlfriend?" She asked, shifting in her seat to face him.

"It's complicated."

"I remember when you used to say that about our relationship." She muttered, looking out of the window. "Percy, why did you just stand there and let her call me names?" She asked. "I know you heard what she said to me."

Percy remained unresponsive. She punched him in the arm. He yelped. "Watch it, Wisegirl, I'm driving! Are you trying to get us killed?"

She allowed a small smile on her face. He called her Wise Girl. Sure, that had gotten him points, but not as many as he'd just gotten taken away for not saying anything.

"We're here."

Annabeth pulled off the sweatshirt, leaving her in only a black tank top that kept riding up her torso. "What are you doing?"

"I'm giving you back your sweatshirt. I don't need it. And I'm sure Kelli had noticed it. She'd give you hell if she found out you'd given it to me." She got out of the car. Percy glanced out the window, an uneasy look settling across his face.

"Put it back on!" he hissed.

"Why?"

"I don't like the way they're staring at you." Across the street, a group of dirty faced men stared at Annabeth, a hungry look in their eyes.

"So? I'm just going upstairs. Did you forget that I live here? I deal with this everyday."

She started to walk away but he called her back. "Annabeth, put on the sweatshirt."

"No. You're not my boyfriend. And, since you don't have enough balls to stick up to your girlfriend, we're not friends either. You have no right to tell me what I can and cannot wear." She was growing more irritated by the second.

"So? Put the damn thing on, Annabeth!" He yelled.

"No. Fuck off, Percy." She pulled off her tank top, an act of defiance. Percy was not going to tell her what to do. She started walking away in only her grey and blue striped bra, ignoring Percy's calling

"ANNABETH!" He yelled.

She turned and flipped him the finger. "I don't answer to cat calls!" she yelled back, shaking her hips with a sly grin. It was obvious that Percy was pissed, to her delight. She blew him a kiss.

"Annabeth, where the hell have you b-" Thalia stopped, looking Annabeth up and down. "Why are you not wearing a shirt?"

Annabeth opened her mouth and closed it, her face burning. Gwen squealed, pushing Thalia aside. She swatted at Thalia. "You're asking the wrong questions." She turned to Annabeth, a big grin on her face.

Annabeth backed up. "Who is he?" Gwen asked, advancing. Annabeth pretended to not know what she was talking about. "What do you mean?"

Gwen rolled her eyes. "You've been MIA for forever. You were obviously with a boy. Also explains your fashion choice." She gestured to Annabeth's chest. Annabeth's face burned. "Who's the lucky boy?"

"Um..he, uh..." She didnt want to tell them it was Percy. Then they'd all just freak out and create more problems. Piper pushed Gwen aside, grabbing Annabeth's hand and leading her to an empty suitcase. "You have forty five minutes. Gossip can wait."

"What? Where are we going?"

"Chicago." Gwen answered, as if this was the most obvious thing ever. "You start filming tomorrow, remember?"

Shit. She had totally forgotten. "Crap!" She ran into her room and started grabbing whatever she could find, flinging it into the suitcase. Gwen and Piper calmly folded the clothes, neatly putting them into the suitcase. "Hey, Anna," Gwen called. "Who's this mysterious new boy toy? You're lips are swollen. You've obviously been sucking face all morning."

Annabeth stopped, her face flushing. What was she supposed to say? If she told them it was Percy, they'll certainly freak out and ask for more questions. Then she'll have to tell them why she left...

"C'mon, Anna, just give us a name!"Gwen said. A small smile grew on Piper's face. "I'm actually pretty curious, too."

"Uh... his name is..."

Thalia chuckled. "Wow, Annabeth. I never thought you were the 'quickie' type." Oh no. Thalia too?

"His name is, err...Apollo!"

Thalia coughed. Piper and Gwen stopped, staring at Thalia, who was on the floor in her coughing fit. "Apollo?" she croaked.

Shit. She had forgotten that Apollo was one of Thalia's siblings. Annabeth stood up from the clothes pile on the bottom of her closet and walking into the living room. She had honestly said the first name that came to her head.

"Um...yeah." She avoided Thalia's eyes. Apollo had actually been her first crush when she was ten. He was a total flirt, hitting on anything in a skirt. He was cute then, but now he was a total god. Nothing compared to Percy, though...

"What the hell? He's 25!"

"So..." she said quietly, suddenly embarrassed she hadn't told the truth. "Please, just drop it, Thalia. What time do we have to leave?" She turned to Piper.

Her assistant grabbed her tablet, tapped in a few things and bit her lip. "Now."

"What?!" She shrieked.

"I'm Katie, and this is my sister Miranda."

The girl's dark mahogany hair stopped at her shoulders, bangs falling into her kind black eyes. She looked about Annabeth's age, along with the girl next to her. Actually, they looked so alike they could almost be twins...

"Are you, by any chance, sisters?" They both nodded. The blonde one- Miranda- stared at Annabeth. "I'm sorry, I'm just a big fan. Its so great that I get to actually see you in person!"

Annabeth laughed. "Just act like I'm normal. I assume you'll be around set?"

She nodded vigorously, her face turning red. Katie laughed, putting a hand on her sister's shoulder. "Breath, Mir. It's just Annabeth." Her sister shrieked."Just Annabeth?! This is the Annabeth Chase."

Katie turned to Annabeth, smiling. "I apologize for my sister. She's...new to the industry. She's a factionless. I play Molly."

An arm snaked around Katie's waist and the grinning face of Travis Stoll rested his chin on her shoulder. Katie didn't even need to look over her shoulder to know who it was. She grabbed his hand and twisted, pushing him off of her. "Get lost, Stoll."

Travis, cradling his arm, yelped and pecked her on the lips. She screamed in outrage. "Stop being such a prude, Katie," Travis said. Katie's face grew as red as a tomato. "I am not your girlfriend!"

Travis grinned mischievously. "But you can be." She shrieked. "Travis, you're lucky Chiron wants us in Chicago in one piece! Or else I swear I will rip off your-"Katie's outburst had drawn a few people's attention, who were staring at her oddly. Annabeth blinked in surprise. She hadn't know Katie for that long, but she was normally good at reading people.

Katie seemed like a sweet, soft spoken girl, but this wasn't the girl she saw yelling at Travis. Annabeth smiled, realizing that Katie liked him. Her face wasn't flushing in anger - no, she was embarrassed-and she was trying to fight back a smile. They were perfect for each other!

Annabeth made a face. Since when did she become Gwen?

Katie, finally noticing the unwanted attention, grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil, furiously scribbling something on it while Travis looked over her shoulder. She whirled to face him, shoving the piece of paper in his face. In giant letters read 'GIRL FRIEND."

Katie pointed to the space between the two words. "See the space, Travis? It's what we girls call the 'friend zone'. Something you'll never get across."

Anabeth put a hand over her mouth to smother her laughter. Miranda grinned, high-fiving her sister. Connor -when had he gotten here?- patted his older brother's back. "Apply ice to the burn area."

The speakers overhead screeched, deafening everyone. "Now boarding Mr. Cenaur's private flight to Chicago. Please board gate 33."

Chiron had booked two flights to Chicago; one for the regular time, and the other for those who were three hours late, which he somehow knew would happen. Most of the younger actors had been late. Annabeth was just relieved that she wasn't the only one.

There were about 30 of them in total. Half were the actors and actresses, while the other half were assistants and friends of the stars or others from the backstage crew. Chiron really needed to be stricter with the security.

After they'd boarded, she'd received a twenty minute lecture from Silena about why you should never wear sweatpants with a loose shirt. After somehow managing to escape, Annabeth looked around. Hazel was talking to some dark haired goth boy, Miranda and Katie were preoccupied with the Stolls, Thalia was still pissed about Annabeth "dating" her brother, and Piper was doing something on her tablet.

She smiled after noticing an empty seat near the back. She started walking to it.

Her smile faded. Percy.

He leaned against his chair, face chalk white, staring out the window. She snickered. How had Annabeth forgotten about his fear of flying? She remembered when they were twelve, when they'd ran away from home together. They'd been caught by the police and shipped on a plane back to New York. She'd had to hold his hand the whole ride back.

She sat next to him, trying to fight back laughter. "It isn't funny," she heard in a strained voice. Annabeth looked over and saw Percy was gripping onto the chair handle tightly, risking a glance over her.

"Actually it-" The cabin rocked. Percy yelped. "Relax, Seaweed Brain. It's just turbulence."

"Just turbulence?!" He yelled. "We were falling for a few seconds. I swear I felt it!" She snorted. "Still as much as a baby as I remember you to be. Don't worry, I'm right here." She forced his hand out of the death grip he had on the chair and slipped her hand into his. He held on so tightly it was as if he was trying to break her hand. But she didn't mind. She soothingly rubbed the back of his hand.

Where was this coming from? Just this morning they'd been arguing. Now, here she was, comforting him like old times. It was weird. "Truce," he asked. She nodded. "For now, at least."

The turbulence had stopped, but she didn't let go. She kept holding on to his hand, holding as tight as he held hers. He looked over at her, finally calm, obviously thinking the same thing. He stared at their hands and smiled. She pretended not to notice.

"Percy, I'll always be here," she mumbled so low that she doubted her didnt know if it was in head, but he felt his grip tighten just a little more.

A/N: Hello, readers. This chapter totally sucked, which is why I'm gonna make a lame excuse and say its a filler.

Did anyone notice the (kind of) quote from Divergent? Oh yeah, I forgot to say this before: I apologize in advance if I spoil anything for you.

KayKayGymnast16: Omfg, seriously? Are you okay? Wow, okay. I don't really know what to say other than omfg. So ,um, I hope it straightens again! Feel better!

Burned Blue Cookie: I apologize for making you hate your favorite god. I'm just using Luke's point of view of the gods to make Poseidon seem like he's the worst father ever.

PercabethShipper671: Don't worry, our fearlessness shall be our weapon. (tfios) (^-^)

Smiles burn in the Styx: If I tell you, I might have to kill you. Jk. But, what I can tell you is that the story's most likely going to be a Percabeth fanfic called 'Is It True?'

And that makes me wonder, what's your favorite PJO pairing? Doesn't even have to be a real ship. Just curious.

Keep reading and review!

~greekfreak302