A/N: Hey! This is the 100 Themes Challenge that I found on someone else's profile. It's where you write 100 one-shots with an individual theme. Most of these will be human and Percabeth Romance. This is Introduction. Hope you enjoy!

Percy POV

My name is Percy Jackson. I live in Manhattan, the greatest city in the world. I was sitting on a bench on Fifth Avenue, fidgeting nervously. You see, I was going on a date with my girlfriend of four years, Rachel Dare. (just for the record I DESPISE Prachel with every fiber of my being)

But this wasn't just a date; it was the date. The date where I ask her to marry me. She would be here any minute. You know, it's funny.

Every minute that gets closer, she gets closer. And the closer she gets, the closer the question comes. I'm terrified to ask it, yet terrified not to. It's a hard thing to do.

I was a nervous wreck. My palms were sweaty, I was fidgety, and my mind was going a thousand miles an hour. It's amazing that on this one question, rode my absolute happiness or utter despair.

I checked my watch for the umpteenth time and saw that my mental rant had taken way longer than I thought it did. She was almost twenty minutes late! I stood up and started pacing, while running my fingers through my unruly, black hair.

"Hey, Percy! Sorry I'm late. I had this- Why are you pacing?" I heard Rachel say from behind me. I turned around and saw that she was in the middle of putting something in her bag.

"Uh... No reason! So what happened?" I asked, quickly covering up my strange pacing.

"Uh, the gallery... it had to close late." She looked distracted and sad. I brushed it off and took her hands in mine.

"Rachel, I have something important to tell you."

"I have something important to tell you first." She said, and I put my finger up to her lips.

"No. Let me go first. Rachel, I love you. You know that, right?" She nodded as her eyes welled up with tears. "I'm just going to ask before I lose my nerve." I got down on one knee and pulled the box out. By now tears were flowing freely down her face.

"Rachel Elizabeth Dare, will you marry me?" She started sobbing and I stood up, alarmed. I took her in my arms and said, "Rachel, what's wrong?"

"Percy... that's what I had to tell you... I-I'm breaking up... with y-you." She stuttered in-between sobs. I pulled back and held her at arms length.

"Why? Did I do something wrong?" I asked, tears threatening to spill over.

"No! Percy, it's not you, it's me."

"Yeah. The old it's not you, it's me speech. Like I haven't heard that one before."

"No, Percy! It-" I cut her off before she got any farther.

"No, Rachel. It's okay. If you don't want to be together anymore, it's okay with me. Have a nice life." I said in a bitter, sarcastic tone, as I was backing off.

I turned around and headed to the Pulitzer Fountain, which was across the street. I looked both ways, to avoid getting run over, and walked across. As soon as I did, I heard quiet crying and shoes slapping against pavement, as Rachel ran down the street.

I sat down on the edge of the fountain and put my head in my hands. I started sobbing quietly, hoping that no one would notice. Unfortunately, my hopes were short-lived because, soon enough, I felt a small hand patting my back. I looked over and saw a woman about my age.

She had curly, blonde hair that went to her mid-back. She had shocking grey eyes, the color of a storm. She was looking at me sadly.

"Hi. I saw you and that girl. I'm not sure what happened but I'm sorry." She didn't ask me what happened directly, like most people would, and that gave me comfort.

"It's okay. She's my apparent ex-girlfriend. I proposed to her. We had been going out for four years, and she had to go and rip my heart out. You can probably figure out that she dumped me." I explained, sitting up straighter, and wiping my eyes. I don't know why I was pouring my heart out to this girl I had just met, but it felt good.

"I am so sorry. But if she did that to you after you proposed to her, then she doesn't deserve you. Oh, by the way, my name's Annabeth Chase." She held out her hand. I shook it slowly.

"Hi, my name's Percy Jackson."

A/N: Hey! I hope you liked it! I don't own PJO, unfortunately. Let me know if I should do individual one-shots or smush them all together into one story thing. PEACE!