Percy's POV:

RING...RING...RING!

I slammed my hand down on the loud alarm clock and rolled out of bed.

I went to the bathroom and took a look at myself in the mirror.

Woah, who's that?!

As usual, my hair was messy and drool was on my face. I stopped staring at the mirror and took a shower, dressed and went to the kitchen to eat breakfast.

I live in a small apartment in the Big Apple, living a normal life. Normal Job and Normal Parents. I prepared and ate an omelet and headed over to my job, back to the same old office.

LATER AT THE OFFICE

I sighed and looked at my watch. It's late but my boss, Mr. Dionysus, still wants me to do some paperwork. I looked over at the pile of paper and huffed.

Suddenly the lights went off and I heard a voice.  

"Percy?" I looked up and there stood my other boss, Mr. Chiron.

"Oh, Mr.Chiron, what are you doing here?"

"I could ask the same thing for you"

"Well, Mr. D gave me some more paperwork and-"

He cut me off "Oh, don't worry about that" he waved his hand.

"Are you sure?" I scrunched my eyebrows together

"Yes Percy, It's already late, go home" he said in a soft but imperative voice.

I smiled "Thanks Mr. Chiron" I grabbed my back pack and walked out of the office. I scanned the parking lot with only two cars parked. A Black Grand Cherokee, Chiron's car parked in his regular space and my Blue Land Range Rover in the far back of the lot.

I looked up at the dark sky and noticed one star that shined out all of the others. I gave a small smile and whispered. "Hey Dad"

My mom always told me the story of my father. They met really young, they were high school sweethearts. They got married and found out my mom was pregnant. She was happy, they were happy. Then everything went wrong.

He got a call from work, and he had to leave for business. He was on a boat and...it took a wrong turn. The next day my mom got a call, the ship that my dad was on went down in the middle of the ocean  and found out he was dead. She said it was the most devastating day of her life, to find out the father of her child died.

But she still took care of me. When I was about 12 years old, she told me the story. I shed a few tears and so did she. About once a year we went to the beach because it used to be my Dad's favorite place.
Now my mom is happy with a great guy. My step-dad, Paul and they have a child together, my little sister, Estelle Jackson, named after my grandmother.

My thoughts were interrupted by a hand patting my back. I jumped and looked back.

"Are you okay, son?" There stood a confused Chiron "You looked a little shaken"

I nodded "Yeah, just thinking about a lot of stuff at once"

"Okay, well drive safely"

I nodded again and watched Chiron walk over to his car and head out of the lot and I did the same. I scanned the road and turned on the radio. Then a song came on.

I nodded my head to the song. It's catchy. Then I sang it out loud. Thank God that there's no one in my car except for me. My singing is horrible.

Then the song ended. I was expecting another one to come out. But a male voice started to speak.

Great, a boring podcast.

I pouted and lowered the volume.

I wasn't listening to the radio, but this sentence was loud and clear.

"-and the most prestigious artist in town, Annabeth Chase"

My eyes widened and I let go of the wheel. "WHAT?!" Probably one of the most stupid things I've ever done. My car swerved and almost hit another one. The driver beeped its horn loudly at me.

Thank God, I quickly put my hands back on the wheel and turned to avoid the car. I took a deep breath and upped the volume of the radio.

"Thank you guys so much for having me here!" A voice that I recognized from long ago. The one and only, Annabeth Chase. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"It's a pleasure" exclaimed a woman. "Please tell us all about your career!"

"Well," Annabeth laughed "it's a really long story"

But Annabeth did tell her about her career as an artist. I was driving back to my apartment as she talked. When she was finished I drove in the first parking spot I saw. I put the car in park and turned the volume up.

"-and a lot of people are asking if you make art pieces for people, so do you?" the woman asked

"Well, I do. I actually have never done so and a couple weeks ago, I thought about it. After some talking with my agents, we figured we'd give it a shot." Annabeth said "If you would like me too, go ahead and write this number down"

She proceeded to say the number and I frantically got a random piece of paper and quickly wrote down the 10 digits down.

I listened to them talk and talk nonstop on that podcast. I must've been sitting here for about 30 minutes, or more.

-and some viewers are wondering, are you dating anyone?"

I leaned towards my radio. At this moment, I really hope no one was watching me through my car window, I must've looked like a weirdo.

I heard her laugh "No, i haven't really met the right guy"

"Yet" The girl on the podcast added to her sentence

The guy on the podcast agreed "He's out there somewhere"

"I heard you just arrived from London last week." The woman commented, changing the subject "Is that right?"

"Yes, I did"

"How was it?"

"Oh it was beautiful" She exclaimed "I had to make a painting on some of the buildings there"

"Oh, was that the inspiration for your new painting?"

"Yes, Trafalgar Square was gorgeous"

Wow, she went to London

They talked more and more and there podcast came to an end

"Well, thank you so much for having me here!" I heard Annabeth say

"Of course!" The woman said back "So are you staying in New York permanently?"

I leaned forward more in curiosity of what she was gonna say.

"Well, I'm planning to, but there is a lot of stuff to do here and there"

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding back.

Then I heard the outro of the podcast and it faded into a song that I've never heard before, so I shut down my car and got my backpack out from the back seat and headed to my apartment.

I looked at the windows of the other apartments.

Darkness.

I guess everybody's asleep. I wouldn't blame them, it's 11 o'clock on a Tuesday.

Then it hit me. The loudest noise ever.

Silence (For my 13 Reasons Why Fans)

I smiled and took the silence in. It's rare that I get this noise.

LATER

I sat down on my bed and took a deep breath. I put the piece of paper, with the number on it, on my bedside table.

Annabeth Chase

I laid down prepared to sleep and ran my hands through my jet, black hair. I stared at the ceiling for a few moments.

Annabeth Chase

I could imagine her smiling face, her pearly white teeth, and her gray eyes sparkling.

I squeezed my eyes shut and shook the thought of her out of my head. I turned on my side and tried to sleep. But one thought kept nagging inside my head.

Annabeth Chase

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Btw, They're adults in this story, I don't own any of the characters, Uncle Rick does and sorry to leave you guys with a cliffhanger. Sorry, if it's really crappy like I said, this is my first fan-fiction I've ever wrote. I will explain Percy and Annabeth's history later on in the story. Please vote and check out my other stories. Go ahead and drop a comment. Don't be shy to follow me, I follow back :)