Hey guys! I took a pretty long break from my account... sorry :( I was focused on school and I had to keep my grades up. But in my free time I started writing this story and then I realized that it fit in perfectly with Annabeth and Percy. They're in a world with demigods but this story explores the idea of "What if Percy and Annabeth never met?" And if you're wondering how/ why they never bumped into each other during camp, it was because they just never found a reason to associate. Follow/ review/ favorite... if you actually liked the story. :)
Annabeth POV
It had been two excruciating hours. She knew at the back of her mind that she had gotten stood up but she continued to wait at the coffee shop where they were supposed to meet.
"Just get up and leave," she urged herself. But her conscience continued to hope; an act of desperation by a woman struggling to connect with others. She wished she had the ability to walk away with her dignity still intact but that was one virtue with which she was not gifted.
She was the perfect woman; well-spoken, intelligent, beautiful, and mysterious. She was the epitome of all the motivational posters you'd see in elementary school- before you were hit with the horrors of the "real" world. Of course, her "real" world was full of demigods and monsters. It was a surprise that she'd made it this far-she was an extraordinary case: a demigod who had blossomed to become a successful woman. But that didn't give her a boost in her love life. You couldn't exactly put "fought the Titans" on your dating profile. Like almost every other date she'd scheduled, she was left alone, seething in his usual corner of the coffee shop, left awestruck with the male psychology.
"I have everything but am left with nothing. Why am I left alone while all the 'girly girls' get all the guys?" She could've sworn she had just seen her date strolling past with some girl dressed in a tiny skirt, displaying all her cleavage, walking into a revolting night club. The inkling of hope still left in her was slowly draining away. Shame-ridden and feeling as lonely as ever she trudged to her car, slamming the door, and sped to her two lovely puppies and her one bedroom apartment.
Percy POV
It had been two excruciating hours. He knew at the back of his mind that his mother would be fine but after all they had been through, who could be sure!? He was just glad that it wasn't a monster who had attacked his mother. After year and years of fighting, the attacks had finally come to a rest. But one could never be too cautious. Thank god, the doctors had informed him that his mother had suffered a serious stroke (and not an attack) and was being operated on immediately. Despite the good news that his mother had not been attacked, he gave his best effort to not fall into a depressed anxiety. The years of fighting had taken his toll on him: he wasn't in his best state of mind. But he couldn't afford to burden his mother with taking care of her as well as himself too.
"Stop, breathe, you'll be fine, mom will be fine, everyone will be fine. Well except maybe for that guy on the news who'd had a heart attack and wasn't revived—STOP." His mind was prone to thoughts of negative connotations. He knew after all the monsters, his mother would be able to survive after a simple stroke. But he couldn't stop worrying anyways . He knew that sleep was his only escape, especially in dire situations (such as this one). Even with the possible nightmares, sleep was a positive prospect. He rushed to book a cheap motel room (that reeked of an unpleasant bird dropping smell) and passed out immediately. He could remember his last thought when he woke up to a loud ringing in the morning, "My mom will be fine… right?"