All of these characters belong to Rick Riordan, as you probably know.
Chapter 2
Percy woke to the smell of pancakes. He sat up immediately, sniffing the air, his mouth watering. Then he looked around.
The room he was in was not his own. It was a light, glossy yellow and so much more organized than his. There was a brown shelf in one corner, stuffed with books. Next to it was a desk with only and pencil holder and a few sheets of paper, one of which had a sketch of a building. Percy heard a muted muttering, and turned to see a blonde girl in the bed next to him. Annabeth.
He remembered that he went to Annabeth's house after he couldn't find his mom at the beach. He vaguely tasted cookies, but couldn't recall eating them. Oh well.
He tossed off the covers, trying not to wake Annabeth, and flounced down the stairs.
Percy saw a man in the kitchen who he guessed was Annabeth's dad. "Hi," he said as he approached the delicious smell. "I'm Percy." Annabeth's dad only chuckled in response.
"Come now, do you think I would let a boy in my house without knowing his name?" He turned around, a smile on his face. "Would you like some pancakes?"
"Sure!" Percy chirped. "Are they blue?"
"No, but they have blueberries in them."
"Ok, thanks... Um, what should I call you?" Percy asked awkwardly.
"Mr. Chase is fine." Annabeth's da- Mr. Chase replied. He brought out two plates and stacked huge piles of pancakes on both. Then he brought them over to a table and beckoned Percy to sit down and eat.
Now that Percy had food and started to eat, Mr. Chase sat down next to him. While Percy was stuffing his face, he looked around. Percy hadn't noticed it before but there were boxes everywhere. He must not have seen them because there were none in Annabeth's room- and he was distracted by pancakes.
"So, how are the pancakes?" Mr. Chase asked him.
"They're really good!" Percy said, trying and failing to keep his food in his mouth. "What're all the boxes for?"
Mr. Chase's smile faded a little. "Oh yes, the boxes. We are actually moving soon."
"To where?" Percy asked because he was an oblivious little seven year old. He didn't realize this topic made Mr. Chase uncomfortable.
"We're actually moving to New York, it'll be a big change for us."
Percy sat up straighter. "Hey, I live in New York!"
"Oh, do you now?" Mr. Chase chuckled. "Well, maybe we'll get to see you some time."
"Ok!" Percy said happily and went back to eating his pancakes. He looked for a second to swallow, and there was maple syrup dribbling down his chin and splashed all over his cheeks. Mr. Chase smiled and went to wake up Annabeth.
He didn't have to. Annabeth was trudging down the stairs, yawning and holding onto the railing. Her hair was sticking up randomly and was very messed up. Her gray eyes looked tired, but they brightened the slightest bit when she saw Percy with maple syrup all over his face. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Percy thought she looked gorgeous.
"Hey, Percy," she yawned. "How ya doin?"
He just grinned in reply. Annabeth smiled
back at him. She sat down next to him and her dad set the other plate of pancakes in front of her. Annabeth ate neatly, putting maple syrup on the side and dipping pieces of pancake in it. Percy grinned at her again.
They ate their breakfasts smiling at each other the whole time.
"You know Percy," Mr. Chase said, breaking the silence. "We need to get you back to your mom. Do you know how we can? She's probably worried sick."
"Um, I don't know." He replied, scratching his scruffy hair, getting it sticky with syrup. "Can we look for her at the beach?"
"Or do you know her phone number?" Mr. Chase asked. Percy shook his head. Then he looked up at the ceiling as if he was thinking.
Then Percy sat up in his chair. "I think I remember where we're staying!"
"Well that's great! We can drop you off there." Mr. Chase said.
He helped clean up Percy and they went to his car.
"I wanna come too!" Annabeth's voice called from inside. Two seconds later, she ran out the door with her hair pulled back in a ponytail, her sneakers on, and she was wearing shorts and a T-shirt. She climbed into the car before anyone could argue. Percy certainly wasn't going to. Annabeth's dad sighed and pulled out of the driveway.
As they went along, Percy would call out things, like "Hey, I remember that sign!", or "I saw that building before!"
After a while, they pulled up in front of a hotel. Percy screeched as soon as he saw it. "That's it that's the one!" The Chases smiled and Mr. Chase let him out of the car and brought them both inside to find out which room was his. They brought him up, and left, with Annabeth still grinning at his skipping figure.
Percy walked up to his room, and knocked on the door. The door opened, but no one was there.