OMG You don't know how sorry I am for not updating. I hate writer's block so much! I feel so bad. I just had this sudden burst of idea and I just had to write again. Hope you forgive me (Insert puppy dog face here).

And by the way, in case any of you were wondering, in Scene Four: Part One, when Helen ran to the kitchen and she said she got rid of the food, she actually threw the food out the window because she prepared seafood but Percy said he can talk to sea creatures.

I forgot to thank The Unknown for the idea for Scene Four: Part One! Augh! Anyway, thanks!

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This takes place after TLO, one year after the Chases found out Percy and Annabeth were dating. TLH never happened. The Chases temporary moved to Brooklyn so Annabeth can look over Olympus.

Annabeth's POV

"Dad! I'm home!" I threw my yellow duffel bag near the stairs and looked in the kitchen, expecting to get a huge bear hug from my father, but got nothing. There was no one in there. "Dad! I'm home from camp!" I yelled, getting a little frustrated. He would usually be here to greet me every year when I came back from camp.

However, after I searched the whole house, I concluded that my family wasn't home. Only then did I realize the red minivan wasn't in the driveway.

Sighing, I grabbed a soda from the fridge and walked out to the front porch, sitting down on one of the dusty patio chairs. The neighborhood was much more peaceful than I remember. The annoying ten-year-olds that lived next door were, according to my dad, visiting their grandma's house in Indiana for three weeks, until school started again.

Since I visited Olympus almost every day, I knew everything was peaceful up there. Well, as peaceful as it could get at Olympus. No thunder storms. No flash floods in the West Coast. No tsunamis. It was great. The sky was as blue as Thalia's eyes, and the wind was light.

However, as a demigod, I knew peace never lasted for more than a day. The red minivan pulled up into the driveway and through the window, I saw my father driving, looking strangely happy. My step-mother hurried out of the car, wanting to be out before the rest of them. The twins stumbled out, obviously wrestling again.

I watched them, drinking my soda. Helen walked onto the porch and stopped in front of me. "Brace yourself," she warned and continued walking.

"Wait, what? Can you be a little more specific?" I expected an answer but she didn't turn around. "Oh, okay then," I said, sarcasm dripping from my voice. "Could you be any more vague?" I called after her, annoyed. I groaned.

I saw my dad walking towards me with a successful-looking teenage boy. He looked about my age with light brown surfer hair and brown eyes. He was dressed in khaki pants which was obviously ironed and a purple polo. The small logo on his polo showed a building and said New York Preparatory Academy. (A/N: Sorry I just had to do the uniform based on my school. :D) His hands were stuffed in his pockets and he held his head high. I groaned again and closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. Luckily, my dad always was gullible.

"Oh," I heard him say, "I'll introduce you to Annabeth later. Come inside, Helen said she is almost done with lunch."

Once I heard the screen door shut, I jumped over the railing and landed on the soft grass. I ran to the side of the house and looked up to see my window open, my yellow curtains flapping from the wind. I examined my surroundings and saw a tree that towered over my house. Without a second thought, I grasped a branch and started climbing. Much easier than the rock climbing wall back at camp, I was quickly progressing to the top. However, my jean shorts got caught on a nail from when there was a tree house in this tree. I tried to pull the nail from the tree trunk, but to no avail.

Just then I heard my father's voice from inside. "This door leads to my study. I deal with airplanes and I currently work for an airplane parts manufacturing company."

"Would you mind if I entered?" I had to roll my eyes. That kid sounded like a total rich boy snob.

My dad laughed. "Exactly what I was thinking." My eyes widened. If my dad opened that door, they would see me through the window. Panicking, I broke two branches off-one curved and one straight-and slipped the rubber band off my wrist. I quickly made a make-shift bow and arrow and took my knife out from my back pocket. I sharpened the tip for the arrow and praying to Artemis and Apollo, I shot the arrow at the door. Biting my lip, I saw as it shot through the air and wedged itself in between the door and its frame.

I let out a breath and laughed. A perfect shot. I grabbed my shorts with both my hands and ripped it from the nail, leaving a weird-looking hole in the side.

"Uhh, I don't know why it's not opening. It's stuck," I heard my father say. I grinned.

"Here let me try." I heard the door slam open, the arrow dropping to the ground. "What the . . . ?"

I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing.

"Wait, what was that? It better not be those rotten raccoons again." Crap, footsteps. Imagining myself back at camp, the lava just about to boil over onto the wall, and practically ran up the tree. Balancing on a thick branch, I jumped and threw myself into my room, rolling until I hit my dresser. A few blueprints and pencils fell to the wooden floor next to me.

I heard laughing in the corner and my head snapped up to see Helen sitting on my bed, with a stop watch in her hand. "A little over your last time. But still amazing," she said, standing up. I raised an eyebrow at her.

"So I'm guessing you met Greg?"

"Greg? Brown hair?" She nodded. "Brown eyes?" She nodded again. "Snobby-looking? Rich boy? High-pitched voice?"

Helen laughed at that last one. "Yes, yes, and yes."

"So who is he?"

"Your dad's co-worker's cousin's son. Wow, mouthful. Anyway, his mother's a demigod, too. She's a daughter of Hecate. His dad's a mortal. He knows about the whole Greek world."

"Whole? Like . . ."

"Not the war. I asked him on the drive here," she explained.

I laughed, "Well, I guess you took care of everything."

However, she shook her head. "Not everything . . ."

I groaned. "Just tell me what it is. I can take it."

"Well," she started nervously, playing with her fingers. "He's not only visiting. He's sleeping over until school starts, just like the neighbors. And . . ."

"Helen," I warned, "I swear if you don't finish that sentence in five seconds, I'm going to-"

"Your father is trying to set you up with Greg."

"WHAT!" I saw her cringe, covering her face with her arms. "He knows I'm dating Percy! Wha- Wh- Sinc- Whe- . . . What? How could you do this?"

Helen raised her hands. "Hey, this was all your dad's idea. I'm on your side. I like Percy better than Greg."

I stomped my foot on the ground, pacing around my room. "Well, what am I supposed to do?"

Helen grinned, " Well . . ."

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"Percy Jackson, Upper East Manhattan." The image shimmered until it showed my boyfriend in his room, looking frantically under his bed.

"No, mom. I did not lose the check," he said into the phone. He opened one of his drawers and shuffled through there.

"Percy . . ." his mom said through the phone, which was on speaker.

"I didn't lose it." Percy shut the drawer and leaned against his dresser. "I just put it somewhere and I forgot where." Sally groaned. "Well, you know I lose everything!" he protested. "I mean, for Zeus' sake! I lost my goldfish! Why couldn't you leave it with Paul?"

"I told you. He's at the school today to help make schedules for the students."

"Oohhhhh," he said, frowning. "I promise I'll find the check."

I took advantage of the fact that he hadn't seen me yet. "Percy!" I yelled. He yelped, dropped the phone, and bumped his head into his dresser. A couple of crumpled papers and Drachmas fell to the floor.

"Percy? Are you all right?"

"Oww," he muttered, rubbing his head. "What the- Annabeth!" he finally saw me and grinned.

"Annabeth? Annabeth is there?"

"Hold on," he told me. He picked the phone from the ground. "Mom, I'll find the check. I have to talk to Annabeth."

"Annabeth is there? With you?" She cleared her throat. "Alone? I mean, not that I don't trust you but-"

"Mom! Iris-message," he explained, both our faces beet red. However, Helen was laughing.

"Oh, okay. Bye, Percy. Don't forget to turn off the stove. We don't need a repeat of last time."

"Yes, mom! Bye." He turned off the phone and groaned. He turned around to face me and jumped again. "Ahh!"

I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing with Helen.

"Psh, you know, Wise Girl, you could tell me that your step-mom is there."

I laughed. "But that would ruin the surprise!" Once I had stopped laughing, I opened my eyes to see him smiling at me.

"I'm going to finish making lunch," Helen said walking out the door.

"So why'd you message?" Percy asked.

"What I can't message you without a reason?" He raised an eyebrow at me. "Okay, fine. You caught me." Just then my father opened my door. "Hi, dad."

He caught sight of Percy, who awkwardly waved at him. My dad ignored him and turned back to me.

"Annabeth, would you come downstairs? And dress nicely? I want you to meet Greg."

"Okay, fine. I'll be right down." He left the room and I turned to face Percy. "Sorry, Seaweed Brain. Anyway, as I was saying, I just wanted to ask if you wanted to hang out today. You know, at the beach or something."

He grinned. "You had me once you said 'Seaweed Brain.'" I smiled.

"Great. I'll see you in an hour."

"See you." I waved my hand through the message and his face disappeared. I sauntered over to my closet and changed into my dark blue one-piece swimsuit. Then I threw my dirty camp t-shirt and my ripped light blue jean shorts on top. Letting my hair down, I tied my Converse and walked downstairs

My dad's eyes widened as he saw me. "Annabeth," he whispered grabbing my hand. "I thought I told you to dress nicely."

"This is nice," I insisted. "My hair's down, isn't it?" I smirked and sat down in my seat.

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After an hour of enduring a forced conversation between my family and Greg, I looked out the window and saw the familiar beat-up blue truck pull up and stop at the curb. I smiled in relief. I saw my Seaweed Brain step out of the truck and walk up to the door.

Ding dong! I jumped up and practically ran to the door. I opened the door to see Percy plain white t-shirt with a dark green short sleeved shirt on top. He wore brown cargo shorts and his battered Converse. His beaded hemp bracelet he got from his dad loosely hung on his wrist and his camp necklace had all five beads on it, just finishing our fifth summer at camp.

His hair looked as if he just woke up and his eyes were as bright as ever. He smiled at me and pulled out a flower from behind his back. "Hey Wise Girl," he greeted. I gratefully took the flower and hugged him.

"What is it?" I asked, examining the flower. I must've looked confused because he chuckled lightly.

"It's a Sea Rose. You can only find it underwater, at the bottom of ocean trenches. My dad helped me find it," he said sheepishly. "The best thing about it is that it doesn't need water to grow because it was grown in the ocean." (A/N: Don't bother trying to look this up because I just made it up.) I led him up to my room, where I put the Sea Rose in a waterless vase, and then we walked back downstairs.

I approached my family. "Percy and I are going to the beach for a few hours. I'll be back before curfew."

Just then, Helen decided to speak up. "It's only one-thirty in the afternoon. Percy, why don't you join us for lunch?" Dad's eyes widened at his wife.

Percy gulped. "Well, Annabeth and I were planning to eat lunch at the pier like usual. I wouldn't want to barge in like this."

"Oh, nonsense. I made an extra plate of food anyways." She got the plate from the kitchen and practically pushed Percy down into the seat.

"Umm, okay." He started to eat, carefully avoiding my father's glare.

"Percy," my dad started, surprising Percy. "Meet Greg."

"Okay, you win!" Bobby yelled and Matt released him from his headlock.

"Ha, told you Percy's better!"

"Is not!" Bobby screamed.

"Is too!" Matt protested.

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Is not!"

"IS TOO!" Matt screamed at the top of his lungs. "He talked to my fishy!"

"Well, Greg helped me dissect mine."

"What?" Percy yelled, outraged. "You killed a fish!" he yelled at Greg, mortified at him. "Bubba was an innocent fish. His mom had died when he was born and he got separated from his dad at the pet store. He had a bad life, but he was a good fish. He didn't deserve to die!" Percy turned to me with a sad look on his face. "We need a funeral for Bubba. He needs closure. And you mister!" he yelled, jabbing a finger at Greg. "You are not invited."

Trying so hard not to laugh, I nodded, agreeing with Percy.

"Is not," Bobby muttered.

"Is too," Matt said.

"Is not."

"Is too."

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Is not!"

"IS TOO!"

"Boys!" Helen yelled, frustrated. "Can you please be mature for once? Gosh."

"Yes, mom," they said in unison.

There was a pause. "Rock, Paper, Scissors?" Matt asked.

"You're on," Bobby challenged. Percy laughed at the two twins. Greg looked at Percy with disdain.

"How can you laugh at them?" he asked.

"Because they're cute," he replied, his laughing faded.

"They're so immature."

"They don't have to be mature!" Percy protested. "They're six years old!" Percy looked aghast. Percy shook his head, muttering to himself. "You are such a buzz kill."

"So . . ." my dad started, trying to break the awkwardness. "Greg? I hear you're a student at New York Preparatory Academy."

"Yes, Mr. Chase," Greg said. "I have been attending New York Preparatory Academy for the past two years and I plan to stay there until I graduate and leave for Yale."

"Yale?" my dad asked.

Greg nodded. "I have been given an academic scholarship for Yale. I aspire to be a doctor before I reach the age of twenty two."

Dad grinned. Helen turned to Percy, who was trying not to be noticed. "Percy, what did you want to be?"

"I thought you knew," he stated, confused.

"Yes, I do. But I think Greg would like to know."

Still confused, Percy answered. "I want to be a marine biologist," he said slowly.

Greg scoffed. "That explains it."

Percy turned to Greg, glaring at him. "There better be something stuck in your throat, because you did not just scoff at me." Greg just rolled his eyes. Percy stabbed at his pasta.

My dad looked at me. "My little girl is working to be an architect."

"Architect?" Greg looked at me, up and down. "You don't seem like it."

I raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me? What the heck is that supposed to mean?"

"I mean, you don't seem like the intelligent type."

Percy started laughing like crazy. I was about to punch him when he spoke. He nudged Greg. "You are dead meat, dude!" He started laughing again. I stood up from my chair and moved dangerously towards Greg. His eyes widened and he got up from his chair, backing away slowly.

I glared daggers at him as he backed away from me. "Let's hope your mom taught you well," I warned, taking my knife from my back pocket.

"Whoa! Who carries a knife in their back pocket?"

I smirked. "A girl whose shorts didn't have rips until after she bought them. A girl who hates it when people call her unintelligent. I carry a knife in my back pocket!"

I was about to charge when I was grabbed by the waist and thrown over someone's shoulder. "We're going to the beach!" Percy yelled as he ran out of the house with me on his shoulder.

"Percy! Let me down so I can kill him!"

"No. We do not kill people!" He put me in the passenger seat of his truck and tried to put my seat belt on, but I wriggled free and ran back inside the house.

When Greg saw me, he cringed. Unfortunately, my knife dropped in Percy's truck so I settled with my fist. "Never tell a daughter of Athena she's unintelligent." As hard as I could, I punched Greg in his stomach. He doubled over in pain, groaning. I smirked. Then Percy walked up to Greg.

Greg glared at him. "What are you looki-" Percy kneed him in the groin and Greg fell to the floor. Percy looked at him on the ground.

"You're still not invited to the funeral."

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Hope you liked it! I love this one. I was writing this non-stop for a day. This one was really long and there's still more. The next chapter is going to be Percy and Annabeth at the beach. :D And don't forget to vote on poll! I need more voters, because right now, it's a three way tie. Review! Tell me your ideas! I need more ideas for more chapters! :D Tell me on how I can improve my writing (but be nice about it)! Review!