AN: Well, HI EVERYONE! I have decided to update on my story. I am shocked when I got follower/favoriters already! Thank you for all your support, and I will try to update every now and then. However, I cannot promise all of you readers a schedule, because I do have to do school things. This chapter is going to be in Percy's point of view. And THANK YOU, bleubarry, for your review! I will try to continue! Without further ado, the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in Percy Jackson.

Percy POV

"Done!" The girl – Annabeth – announced, setting down the pen. She had been helping me with the paperwork (terrible thing, who invented it?), and I had been helping her out with picking up the groceries from the market for the café. She claims that it is very exhausting to try and pick goods that won't exceed the budget. For me? I just bargained with the seller, and boom, price going straight down.

"Thanks!" I thanked Annabeth and grinned. The feeling of no paperwork on your shoulders was nice. I felt as if I was a different person. Being the terrible procrastinator I am, I was fully expecting myself to leave it until the hour before it was due to start it, and I don't fancy getting yelled at by Octavian, my boss. "I don't know what I would've done without your help," I admitted. Annabeth was very smart, at least smarter than the average waitress. She figured out everything about the company project in the first twenty minutes.

"No problem," she answered briskly. "Now, I really must get back to my job…" She stood up to leave, and jumped when she glimpsed the time on my wristwatch. Wait, what? It was already ten? "Oh fu - fiddlesticks! Um, bye, Percy! Nice meeting you!"

I slowly tidied up my belongings. Computer, pencil bag, backpack, wallet, watch, and phone. Yep, all there. Putting some money on the waitress-less counter (hmm… what was the giggling in the kitchens?), I walked out of the café. That Annabeth was a curious girl. Why would she linger in this restaurant when she possessed so much intellectual power? I wondered whether I could see her again. Where did that come from? I shook my head and entered the nearest subway station, and started going home.

The next day, I was more relaxed than ever. I hate being a procrastinator. Guilt always started gnawing me from the inside, and it felt terrible. Without the tedious paperwork hanging over me, I could finally pay attention to other things. I stepped into my office, and turned on my computer. What should I do now? After checking my calendar, I made a list of the things I'm going to do today, as always. One small report on the sales of our latest product, a new tennis racquet (my company made sports materials), a meeting with my boss, and nothing else. Wonderful, I thought. A free, long-due relaxed day. When I went home for the evening, I just jumped onto my bed and fell asleep instantly. I did need some sleep after the previous nights I wasted on pondering the paperwork. What I didn't expect was a cascade of weird dreams.

In my dreams, I was either a jackalope, a floating piece of kelp, blasted by lightening, swallowed by the earth, or a strand of seaweed at the bottom of the ocean, facing a giant whale. "How strange," I thought. "My dreams were never this weird. The weirdest dream I had was when I was eleven, when I was yelling at a biker for thievery. Hmm…"

My other boss, (I had two, because the first one was constantly absent because of his "personal matters") was indeed satisfied when I turned in my report that Annabeth did for me. "Nice to see you finally doing something on time, Percy," she smirked. "Who did you recruit for your report? This," she waved my report in the air, "is definitely not your writing style." She was one of the more tolerable females in the company. Her name was Thalia, and she had been in our company for longer than I could have imagined, but she still looked as if she was in her twenties.

"I, um, had a little help…?" It came out more like a question than a statement. "I really needed it," I added hastily, "I had no idea where to start."

"Very well," Thalia straightened herself and cleared her throat before speaking. "But I want papers done by you next time, not by someone else. I wonder who wrote this…" she trailed off. "Never mind. Percy, I won't ask this time, because it was satisfactory, but please complete it on time, and with intelligent comments next time. Not an 'I don't care about this project,' as you wrote last time." After that, she pointed me towards the door, and it was my cue to leave. I really hope that she would replace Octavian, my other boss. (When Percy talked about kicking his boss off the building in Chapter 1, he meant Octavian.)

I returned to the restaurant that Friday afternoon, instead of Saturday. This time, I was greeted by a different waitress – not Annabeth. I felt a small sinking of my heart. Wait, what? Never mind then. This waitress seems to be the exact opposite of Annabeth. Her makeup was so heavy that she looked as pale as a skeleton, only with purple eyeshadow and glittering, revolting, pink lipstick. Her hair was brown, and with purple and pink at the ends. I raised my eyebrow at her strange appearance. She introduced herself with a simper and in a whiny tone, "Hi! I'm Drew, Drew Tanaka! Welcome to our restaurant!" That was as far as I could distinguish, because she burst out in giggles not one second later.

"Err..." I tried to stop her giggling by interrupting her, but it didn't work. She giggled even harder. I felt my temper rise. Why isn't it Annabeth? At least she was easy enough to talk to. "Excuse me!"

"Sorry, Mister," she tried to stifle her giggles. "Eat in, or take out?"

"Eat in," I replied. "May I ask where Annabeth is?"

"Annie?" her giggles receded as her face formed a scowl. "Why would you want to find her? That annoying, tomboy-y girl…"

"Why I want to talk to her is none of your business," I gritted my teeth and forced a polite sentence out. Tanaka is so infuriating, and I have only known her for five minutes. "Can you please kindly tell Annabeth to come out please?"

"Annie!" Drew turned to the kitchen door and hollered. I jumped back. She looked rather intimidating. "Get your sorry butt out here! A guy wants to find you! Why he does is still unknown!"

"Coming, Tanaka," I heard Annabeth's voice float out of the kitchens. "There was absolutely no need to yell at me. I would have heard you if you talked normally."

The blonde stepped out of the kitchen and greeted me. I felt my infuriation with the previous waitress evaporate. "My, my, if it isn't Mr. Jackson. I wonder why have you have sought me out? Is it for another paper that you seem to be unable to complete again?"

I know I should feel insulted, but there was an obvious trace of amusement and sarcasm in her voice. "At least I'm not staring out of the window this time," I joked. "Be glad for that. And," I addressed Drew, "may I have some pasta, dyed blue, and a salad? Thank you."

I did not register what Drew's shocked facial expression meant until later. After all, I am not the smartest person. "Well, Annabeth, let's find out why I was looking for you, huh?"

"Annabeth, can I request for your help in my work again? My boss, Thalia, told me to do it myself, but I still don't understand what it means," I explained to the girl once we reached the table I sat at last week.

"Thalia?" Annabeth paled. "You know Thalia Grace?"

SO… yeah. I decided to have the characters from the series play a role in this, and Annabeth does know Thalia. Please offer some constructive criticism, and review please! Please notify me if you see any typos for grammar mistakes, too. THANK YOU ALL FOR READING!