WHAT THE HELL? HOLY CRAP :D yay... I hate this!!!I couldn't think of a good title for this chappie XP lol And it sucks!!!

DISCLAIMER: Who owns PJO? Rick Riordan! Who owns Percy? Rick Riordan! Who owns Annabeth? Rick Riordan! Who owns the story plot? ME! (At least I own something :P lol)

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CHAPTER 8: Agh...

It was freakishly dark and freezing. She couldn't see a single thing. She was unaware of her surroundings, yet she knew that she was solitary. Suddenly, she heard splashes of water. "PERCY!" she promptly thought. She ran to the water. But then, she knew that he wouldn't be there. And right where she stopped running, she dropped on her knees, and started crying. Then, her mind flashed pictures of Percy – his mesmerizing smile, his tantalizing green eyes, his angelic sleeping face, his cuddly worried expression, and lastly, his frustratingly hurt face. She was gradually swallowed by the waves, until… RIIIING! Her alarm clock rang. She was startled, but eventually, calmed down after a few seconds.

"Agh! What a dream! It's been three years, then, and I still get this dreams. Why can't I just move on? Argh…" Annabeth cursed under her breath, wiping the tears away from her cheeks.

She slammed the great off button of her alarm clock and helped herself get out of bed. She grabbed her toothbrush, and stumbled to the bathroom. She squeezed some toothpaste on her toothbrush, and stuck it in her mouth.

"Stupid nightmare," she murmured, and then continued brushing.

As the warm water touched her skin, she remembered all the sweet memories she spent with Percy. If Percy and I never broke up, what could we be doing right now? She thought to herself, imagining her cooking breakfast, and… What the hell am I doing thinking of icky stuff!? Another thought came to her. She shook her head and continued taking a bath.

The moment she got out of the bathroom, she explored her overstuffed closet, and put on some sweatpants and a white turtleneck blouse. She grabbed her car keys and rushed out of her room. She quickly got in her car, and started the engine. And she was off to work. She put the stereo on and…

I remember when we kissed

I still feel it on my lips

The time that you danced with me

With no music playing

But I remember those simple things

I remember 'til I cry

But the one thing I wish I'd forget

The memory I wanna forget

Is goodbye…

She stepped on the brakes, shut the stereo off, and she rested her head on the stirring wheel.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" She sighed. "Agh! This is the worst day of my life!"

She quickly started the engine, and headed to work. Fortunately, she had a client, asking her to design the new museum to be built in Manhattan.

"Well, I guess this day isn't that bad after all," she said, relieved, giving a nice and sweet smile.

She started working. And after an hour or two, the floor was filled with Annabeth's crumpled sketches, and her trash bin was overflowing. She pressed her face on her desk.

"This is great! Just great!" She exclaimed, hitting her head on her desk. "Why can't I think of a good idea!? First, I had a nightmare. Then, I had those creepy thoughts. Then, the stupid song. And now, this!? Hades! Why don't you just kill me!?"

"Do you want me to take your soul for you?" a voice came out from nowhere.

"Uh…Who are you? Show yourself! Or, e-else, or else I'll kill you." Annabeth yelled, but she sounded vulnerable.

"Chill, Annabeth. It's me," he said as he appeared by the door of Annabeth's office.

"Gods, Nico, don't freak me out like that."

He gave out a chuckle. "So what is going on? You look… uh, damned… Stressed much?"

"Agh… It's nothing."

"Hello? You're Annabeth Chase, for Athena's sake. You've always been organized and, uh, neat," he said, making his way through the sea of crumpled paper. Annabeth just stared blankly at him, shooting him an "Are you stupid or something?" look.

"Okay… Is this nothing too personal?"

"Not exactly… But I prefer not to talk about it."

"Right." He picked up a piece of paper from the floor. "Hey, this design is pretty cool. Why'd you crumple it?"

"It sucks. I suck."

"Hey, this one's good, too. And this, and this, and this," he said picking up random sketches Annabeth hated.

"Ah… Shut up."

"Aw, c'mon, Annabeth, admit it or not, you need someone to talk to."

"NO. No. No." Nico sort of pouted. "Okay. Okay. I'll tell you." His eyes widened, hearing Annabeth's last sentence.

So, she told Nico everything, giving out a huge sigh almost after every word.

"Uh, I'd be leaving now," he said, stepping out of the messy office.

"Uh, wait," she stopped him. He turned around with arched eyebrows. "Please, don't tell anyone about what I just told you." Nico was flabbergasted about Annabeth's plead. Annabeth never pleaded before. He was confused. But then, he just smirked, and waved goodbye. And before Annabeth knew it, she was alone. And with that, she got back to work.

Eventually, she got tired of her "get a piece of paper, draw and draw and draw, crumple, then throw" routine. And so, she decided to ask her client for an extension. She dialed the numbers printed on a small card given to her by the client, and pressed the call button. Then, the client answered on the second ring.

Hello?

"Ms. Dooschberg. It's Annabeth Chase."

Oh, hello, Annabeth. How may I help you?

"Uh… I was just wondering if I could extend working on the museum's architecture."

Sure… But only a day.

"Oh, great. Thanks, Ms. Dooschberg."

No problem.

Then they both hung up. And then, she decided to go home right after.

Her gas tank was about to be empty so she decided to stop by the gasoline station, and fill up the tank, before going home. Unfortunately, she ran out of gas a few meters away from the freaking gasoline station.

"Shit!!" She exclaimed, slamming her fist on the stirring wheel. "This is crap!"

She got out of her car and kicked the door shut, making a loud "BANG!" She walked her way to the gasoline station, and asked the crew for some help. The crew guy helped her fill the tank and she thanked him. She started the engine and headed home.

Soon enough, she, finally, reached her humble home. She immediately headed to her room, and buried herself in her bed. After pondering for like an hour, she got up, and took a shower, knowing that she still had to go to their batch's reunion.

After taking a shower, she rummaged through her closet, and found herself a flowing white dress. She put it on, and it fit her perfectly. The dress hugged her body, showing lovely curves, that even she was surprised to see. In that dress, she looked like a firmly lit candle, with her blonde curls, resting on her shoulders. And with the gold belt wrapped around her waist, added to the look, she was like a goddess. She was undeniably gorgeous.

She sighed heavily, and made her way out of her room. She grabbed her purse, and pulled the door shut. She got in her car, and drove her way to the venue.

The moment she stepped in the hall, where the reunion took place, she saw Percy. And without even knowing it, she made her way through the crowd. But when she was only a few yards away from him, she stopped. Ugh! What the hell am I doing, approaching Percy?

To talk to him, of course!!! Another voice whispered in her mind.

Agh… So… When I talk to him, what shall I tell?

Uh, dunno…

Agh!!!!!!!!!

The voices in her mind stopped, and she decided to turn around, and hope that he hasn't noticed her. And so while walking away, someone tapped her shoulder.

WHO TAPPED ANNABETH??? WHO KNOWS??? NOT ME!!!!!!! XD ... Seriously, I dunno... So, uh, who'd ya think?

Agh... I LOVE THE WORD SPONGY!!!

Wouldn't it be REALLY SPONGY if people used SPONGY, instead of awesome, great, cool, and stuff??? XD

Oh and the song up there is GOODBYE by Miley Cyrus (I'm NOT a fan!!! The song just suits the situation)

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