Hey! Chapter two, how about it? Thanks for favoriting/following, reviews are appreciated! Have a great day you guys! :)

P.S. Don't worry about an OC impeding on Percabeth, I'd never dream of splitting them up.

Annabeth watched as Amelia knocked repeatedly on the boys' door until one of them opened it. They'd decided to all find somewhere to eat together, since (according to Percy) neither of the apartments were fit for guests. Apparently the guys had a messy room too.

The door squeaked a little when it opened. It was Amy's friend- Sebastian. The one that must've been half Spanish, from the way he slipped into the language sometimes and his slightly darker complexion. If he were shorter with curlier hair and less stubble, he could be Leo. He was handsome, but not Percy.

Amy didn't wait for Sebastian to invite her in, but pushed past him and flopped on the couch, where she began channel surfing.

Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Feet off the couch, Amelia." He looked at Annabeth as he closed the door behind the girls. "Percy is getting ready. Sorry about the mess."

By 'the mess,' he must've meant the pile of nicely stacked books on the coffee table. "This isn't messy. Have you seen this chick's apartment?" Annabeth crossed her arms as she sat with Amy. The girl seemed like she could handle some teasing.

Amy sent a cheesy grin in the direction of her friends. "So I haven't quite moved in yet. Gimme a break, I'm a music major, not a miracle worker."

"What do you study, Sebastian?" Annabeth asked politely, already aware of Amy's classes. She'd seen a guitar case, and keyboard somewhere in their living room, and a trumpet on top of the fridge. Not to mention the sheet music everywhere.

"Just call me Seb," he started, sitting in a chair next to the girls. "My parents gave me a name that is too long. I'm studying to be an architect." He gestured at his books. "So far, it's sorta boring."

Annabeth seemed to light up at this new bit of information. "I love architecture! That's my main study too, but I'm in a Latin-slash-Greek class as well."

Percy walked out of the hall, hair dripping water. "Almost ready… Has anyone seen my shoes? I swear they were just here…" He disappeared back toward the bedrooms, but Seb and Annabeth were none the wiser. They'd begun to talk about their favorite forms of architecture, and Amy doubted there'd be any stopping them for a while. She settled for changing the channel to a music station that Seb would've called boring, had he been paying attention.

"Found 'em," Percy announced, coming back in. "They were in the bathroom." His hair was dry now, which was funny to Amelia, considering that she hadn't heard a hair dryer. She didn't dwell on it long due to her short attention span and Percy's next words.

"Oh, gods," he said, shoulders slumping. He looked defeated. "They're talking about architecture, aren't they? This is what I was afraid of…" He grabbed his keys.

"Annabeth. Seb."

No response.

"It's worse than I thought." He sighed heavily, putting a worried hand to his forehead. Amy couldn't help but laugh at how dramatic he was acting. He put an ear toward their conversation. "I think we've lost them," he deadpanned.

Amy gasped, playing along. Percy might've been goofy, but Amelia was, too. She clambered across the couch and leaned over, putting her head on Seb's chest, finally grabbing the attention of the two architecture nerds.

"Amy, what are you-"

She put a hand over his mouth. "Shh, I'm listening for a heartbeat."

Seb rolled his eyes at Annabeth, who simply raised an eyebrow back at him. She looked at Percy in what was almost a glare, but he refused to look at her, electing instead to keep acting worried.

Amy sat back, shaking her head. "They're gone. I'm sorry."

Percy acted as though he were holding back tears, and that's when Amy lost it.

Her laugh was like a cross between a bird chirping and a snort. Annabeth couldn't help but smile, and started laughing along with her. Amy was kinda goofy, but so was Percy. She'd make a fine roommate. As long as she wasn't too nosy.

"Gods, Percy. Let it go," Annabeth laughed.

Percy wiped his eyes. "Shush, Wise Girl, I'm mourning you."

"Do what you want. I'm going to dinner." She took his keys from his jacket pocket, knowing where they were because Percy always kept his keys in his right pocket, the same side that Riptide was kept on. Otherwise he'd lose them.

"Yeah, why are you wasting time?" Amelia asked Sebastian, nudging his foot as she passed. I'm hungry. She smirked back at him, only to trip over the chair leg when she didn't watch where she was going. Good thing she wasn't easily embarrassed.

They didn't get home until ten thirty, and Amy was more than happy to kick her shoes off at the door and fall into bed. Then, remembering that she had a roommate now and that said roommate did not have a bed, she needed to fix that. She stumbled into the second bedroom and pushed all of her music junk and assorted clothing from the bedspread, and helped Annabeth replace the sheets with some gray ones she'd brought.

"Go to bed, Amy. Thanks." Annabeth was grateful that the girl had opened her apartment to her, but at the same time, Amy turned into a zombie when she was tired. Annabeth had slept in worse conditions than a cluttered room.

Not that she slept much anymore.

Amy awoke when she heard the screams. She bolted to her new friend's room, shocked to see Annabeth curled as tight as she could be. She was on the far side of the bed, muttering something. But she was very asleep. Amy vaulted over the comforter to put a hand on Annabeth's sweaty forehead, unaware of what to do. She watched Annabeth's eyes flicker under her eyelids. Saw her white knuckled hands clutch the sheets close to her face.

And she felt hopeless.

"Annabeth, what's wrong? Annabeth. Annabeth, you're scaring me."

She continued to shake and mutter.

"Annie, wake up. Please wake up." Amy was holding her shoulders now, debating whether she should shake the girl awake or not.

Annabeth's muttering got louder, loud enough for Amy to hear what she was saying.

"Dark. Falling. Arachne. Evil cheerleaders. Nico. Bob. Drakon. Button. Stupid elevator music… Percy, no. Percy… PERCY!"

It seemed just to be a random assortment of words… the nightmare she was having? But the last word made Amy wince. She sounded like she was hurting so much… How do you help someone in so much pain?

Percy.

Amy bolted from the room, running next door and knocking as loudly as she could. Who cares about how well the neighbors sleep?

A sleepy Sebastian answered, rubbing his eyes. "Can I help- Amy? What are you doing here? It's like two in the morning."

Amy was already down the hall, pushing into Percy's room to find him sitting up and blinking against the hallway's harsh lights. His room was more cluttered than the rest of the apartment, laundry on the floor and a messy bedside table.

"Percy, I need you." Immediately, his brow furrowed with worry. His first reaction was to grab the weird pen he always had on him. It was sitting on his bedside table. Amy would've spent more time wondering about it if she'd had the time to.

"What's wrong?"

"Annabeth."

Just like that, he was out the door and into the girls' apartment. Amy followed close behind, and watched as Percy knelt by Annabeth and pushed her hair from her face. He was saying something too low to make out, but it was soothing even to Amy.

She felt as though she were intruding, so she closed the door and tried to go back to sleep, trusting that Percy would take good care of her roommate. Questions, if she dared to ask any, could be saved for the next day.

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