Hope you guys enjoy! :) I've been debating on whether or not to start this story, it'll mean I'll be juggling to keep up with updating three stories. I hope I at least get one review with positive feedback. :)

I know this will probably be listed as a cliche story, but I really don't care. I'm going to try to make it as realistic as possible! I wanted to do a story focusing more on Percabeth, to make up for the lack of it in my other story.

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Disclaimer: Rick ownz all.

Summary:

She had a boyfriend. He was available. She was looking for someone who had time for her. All he wanted to do was get away from the world he surrounded himself in. Two people with common issues. Will it take a look from afar to know that they're exactly what each other need? Cheating on your boyfriend isn't necessarily bad when you know he's doing the same, right? Ditching your best friend for someone you hardly know isn't that messed up, right? Will seeing each other ruin not only themselves, but everyone around them?

Percy's P.O.V.

"Excuse me, sorry!" Percy shouted as he tried to weave his way through the busy streets of New York. Navigating a skateboard around the city wasn't the wisest option he could've chose for transportation. Though, it was the fastest out of all of the options he had. Waiting in the back of a taxi, hoping traffic would die down was not an option he could bare with.

Percy had ADHD, and he couldn't stand having to sit uncomfortably in the back of a cab for a long period of time. Grover would never forgive him if missed another one of his nature lectures. Grover was one of those teenagers you would automatically assume as an enviromentalist. His whole image screamed it.

He would cover his shaggy red hair in his favorite Rasta cap, his whole wardrobe consists of any color you would consider Earthly. He had more facial, and body hair than an average teenage boy. His whole face was scattered with pimples, and acne scars. Your typical loser. Yet, he was Percy's best friend since they were in the sixth grade.

Percy place his headphones in his ears, and jammed out to some My Chemical Romance. The song, Teenagers, practically defined his whole life. Percy was so into the music, he hadn't noticed he ran into a figure. More to be exact, a female figure. Percy stumbled off his skateboard, onto the woman, and practically pushed her to the ground. The woman groaned, then started complaining.

"Get off of me, you bastard." The lady expertly swung her purse at Percy, to which he dodged. He felt extremely bad, he had just knocked over a senior citizen.

"I am so sorry." Percy began mumbling a string load of apologies, as he tried to help the elderly woman up. She rudely declined his attempts of help as she struggled to pull herself off of the ground.

He looked down at the ground to see a wig, he awkwardly picked it up. "Is this, er, yours?"

The old woman look flustered, and her hands instantly shot up to her head. "And that was my favorite wig, you twat!" She began swinging her purse again, Percy kept on flinching away from the attacks.

"Woah! Calm down, woman!" People began to watch the scene in amusement. "It was an accident!"

"Next time your death won't be an accident!" The old woman remarked, then began to curse at Percy and eventually tried to slap him. Percy was considering becoming a ninja if dodging attacks from an elderly woman was this easy. He heard they had good arms; this one definitely did not disappoint.

Percy was saved by a little girl running up to the old lady. "Grandma! Grandma, stop it!"

The grandmother turned around, and smile sweetly. "Oh, dear, don't worry. Grandmother needs to set this young man's mind straight." The old woman then turned to Percy and lunged, but was held back by the little girl.

"How do you think Grandpa Jim will feel about this when he finds out?" The little girl held her hands on her hips, and gave her grandmother a pointed look. The little girl soon began to drag her grandmother away, but before they were out of sight she shouted one last thing:

"You got lucky, punk!" She kissed her hand out towards Percy, then proceeded to point at her bottom.

Percy shook his head in disgust, he leaned down to pick up his skateboard, but a voice interrupted him.

"Do you knock over grandmothers for a living?" He turned to see a girl smirking at him, sitting casually on a bench.

He tried not to stare at her, but any guy would agree that it wasn't possible to do so. She had honey blonde hair, that curled down to her shoulders, and was parted down the middle of her scalp. She pinned the sides of her bangs back, with two clips, leaving her captivating eyes more visible. To say the least, they were the most breath-taking eyes Percy had seen and the most unique. They were a startling grey color, and when she turned her eyes near the sunlight they would reflect from what was in the sky. Any person would assume she was probably blind, but her lively eyes said otherwise. She had smooth skin that glowed in the sunlight, which made her tone legs utterly more defined. She had a natural tan, and made Percy assume she was a Californian. They rarely got that much sunlight in New York, yet Percy was nearly as tan as her.

Percy noticed there was a book in her hand, and a bag resting next to her. He assumed he came to the park to read, but he didn't understand why. All of New York's parks were always crowded, and noisy. Though, it didn't seem like that factor particularly mattered to her.

He gave her an annoyed smile. "Only on Friday's." He winked at her, as he placed his ear buds back into his ears.

The girl rolled her grey eyes. "I'm Annabeth, by the way."

"Percy."

Annabeth patted the spot next to her, and Percy raised his eyebrows. As he walked his way over to her, he began to screw his wheel back into their place. He hadn't known Annabeth was staring at him, and when he looked up she didn't blush or look away. She continued to stare at him, her eye subtly twitched as her gaze lingered across his figure.

"Is there something on my face?" Percy asked mockingly. "Or do I smell like old lady because that's something I can't get rid of at the moment?"

Annabeth smiled a little, tilting her head back while biting at the tip of her dumb. "No, I'm observing you. Isn't that what most girls do when they see a really cute guy?" Annabeth arched her eyebrows in a questioning way.

Percy leaned back against the bench, and smirked at her. "Oh, so you think I'm cute?"

Annabeth followed Percy's actions. "Did I stutter?"

Percy couldn't believe Annabeth, no girl he had ever met was so straight forward with him. Yeah, he knew some girls thought he was cute, the blushing and giggling implied it all. But Annabeth was just. . .weird.

Percy placed his skateboard on his lap, and looked at Annabeth. "A reason why you're so straight forward?"

Annabeth smiled as if remembering a pleasant memory. "I stopped caring about what people think of me. If there's something I'm thinking, and I have the nerve to say: it comes out. Though, most of the times it's rather brief. And, yes, I get embarassed and whatnot. But I don't know. . .It's a weird characteristic I have grown to."

Percy nodded in slight understanding and glanced at her book. "What is that you're reading?"

Annabeth held out the cover towards Percy to look at. His face scrunched up, and he narrowed his eyes. His dyslexia was getting the best of him. He sighed, and turned away.

Annabeth looked at him curiously. "Either, you have really bad eyesight, or you have dyslexia."

Percy stared at her in wonder. "How could you tell?"

Annabeth shrugged. "Easy, my best friend, Thalia, has it too. She has a similar facial expression to yours. Now that I think of it, you two really look alike." She sat up, and began to stare at him again.

Percy was definetly sure of who she was talking about. Thalia Grace. His cousin. He and Thalia were close, but they were never told they look alike. His other cousin, Nico, was the one compared to him the most.

"What's her last name?" Percy asked, checking to make sure.

"Grace," Annabeth said slowly. "You know her, huh?"

Percy nodded. "She's my cousin."

"Oh!" Annabeth shouted, and pointed her finger at Percy. "Jackson!"

People began to stare at her, and she was starting to make Percy feel uncomfortable. He slowly edged away from her, and placed his hands in his lap. Staring at them, waiting for her to stop muttering to herself.

"Percy Jackson, eh." Annabeth smiled triumphantly.

"Either you've been stalking me, or Thalia must really have an obsession with me."

"I think we'll go for the second one," Annabeth laughed.

Percy smiled. "So, what does she say about me?"

Annabeth's smiled dimmed. "She says you're extremely annoying, and trouble sticks to you like glue. You moved to the Bronx because you were kicked out of Goode, for reasons she won't tell me. Also, she said you moved back to Manhattan because Bronx made your life even more complicated, and she's expecting to see you on Saturday. Most of the times she tells us all your embarassing moments, like, when she's having a flashback moment. . ." Annabeth trailed off, unsure of what Percy would think about her knowing stuff like that.

Percy simply grinned evilly. "And she says I'm not worth her time to talk about."

Annabeth bit her lip, thinking about the things she heard about Percy. "So, why did you move to the Bronx."

Percy narrowed his eyes, and clenched his fists his breathing growing ragged as he tried his best to compose himself. "For more personal reasons that I'm not entirely comfortable with recalling. Seeing as your Thalia's best friend, I'll see more of you. But once I get to know you better, you'll know."

Annabeth looked disappointed to the slightest, but nodded, not aiming to press him even further. "I understand."

Percy decided to change the subject. "Well, would you mind hanging out one day?"

Annabeth eyes lit up, then darkened. "Yeah, but not on Sunday's. That's when I spend time with my boyfriend."

My boyfriend. Nearly stung Percy's heart. He hardly knew Annabeth, but he knew any guy would be the least bit of jealous about her having a boyfriend. You could tell she cared about him deeply, just by her simply saying those two words. Percy tried not to shop disappointed, and it worked. He knew how to bottle up his emotions, he was cocky enough to say he was an expert at it.

"Well, any other day than Sunday, then," Percy offered. "We could go to the movies or something."

Annabeth smiled. "That'd be nice, here's my number." She ripped off a piece of paper from a notebook she had, and quickly scrabbled her number down. "I have to go to my friend's lecture in a couple of minutes, so I'm going to go."

Percy stopped her before she gathered her things together. "Does his name happen to be Grover?"

She nodded, confused and a diminutive smirk appeared on her features as her eyes lightened as though she was recognizing something. "Well that's where I'm heading, we can walk together."

Annabeth grinned. "Sure, why not? Wow, this is such a coincidence." Annabeth laughed as she put away her belongings in a rush.

She shouldered her backpack, and began to walk away. She noticed Percy wasn't walking with her, and turned around.

"Well, come on!" Annabeth nodded her head down the sidewalk.

"Oh, right," Percy muttered as he walked beside her.

A thought occured to him as they were walking. She had called him cute, yet she had a boyfriend. Percy wondered where there relationship would continue on from that.

But whatever would happen, he was going to be perfectly fine with that.

I hope you guys enjoyed. I think I'm going to write the chapter's in first person from now, so you guys can get more of a feel of it. If you know what I mean. ;)

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Well, have an awesome day/night. :] I really appreciate reviews, I could have one follower and all I'd care about was the feedback.

-That Was Such A Face Palm -.\