Title: Box of Crayons

Summary: Because of a box of crayons, Percy and Annabeth are best friends for life. They share their food, their secrets, and even each other's first kiss. All of a sudden, Percy's move causes their fairy tale friendship to splinter and rain clouds to appear. But when the green-eyed boy comes back, will everything remain back to the way it was?

Pairings: Percabeth, obviously. Little, well some hints of Tratie, Thalico and Jasper.

Warning: Swearing, dark themes at some parts; rarely. May be Out of Character, but when the story is AU (AH), it's bound to happen, though I try to keep them in character. For the sake of the book, the Stolls are twins in this, alright? Sorry if there are mistakes, I try my best. And thank you to my beta: BlueBerrySourStraps

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or anything copyrighted mention here, however, I do own the plot and it would suck if someone just steals the plot I worked hard, stressfully planning. Please, don't.

Point of View: Percy's

Shout Outs: i'll post it when i'm finish handwritting the shoutouts!

Author's Note: Okay, I'm a huge jerk as of now, dear God. I'm writing this literally not updating in a month, who knows the time span from not updating when this is finally up. Ugh, I hate myself for doing this for you all. but, I'm making a new story for a contest, so, my time has been focused on the novel. This chapter is divided into a three day span, yeah? I like it a lot okay.

EDIT: im actually laughing so hard rn i havent updated in like a year and if it hadnt been for laney for reminding me about this story, i wouldve been screwed mand

As always, guess the song/band (lovely song btw) and you'll get a sneak peak of the next chapter!

"If I could find you now things would get better

We could leave this town and run forever

Let your waves crash down on me and take me away

There's a piece of you that's here with me

It's everywhere I go, it's everything I see

When I sleep, I dream and it gets me by

I can make believe that you're here tonight

That you're here tonight"

Chapter Twelve: I swear, the last laugh didn't even sound human

DAY ONE:

Yesterday had me up all night. When I finally walked back to my house after holding Annabeth and being there for comfort, the thing that kept me up was her. I think it was only now my soul can rest. Ever since I moved, there was this unsettling feeling aching in my stomach that I couldn't put to sleep. It was so painful but not physically as it felt like a void and a hole that would never be concealed.

Before yesterday even happened, I thought this friendship I had with Annabeth was over. I thought the friendship we took eternities building with legos was ruined by none other than me. But I couldn't let it go to waste; I know I relied on this friendship way too much and of course I didn't mind. I would say my other half of me consisted of Annabeth. We stuck together ever since we met; it's almost as if we're one person.

I don't know what came over me when I was thirteen. I had no idea why I created that blog in the first place. I guess I wanted to build a world away from those who tormented me at school. I was an outcast, a dork who grew way too late. I was a late bloomer, and I was often picked at because of that. Annabeth was the only one I can rely on, and when I was also teased for talking to Annabeth, I guess I was overwhelmed by the names and the callings that I just stopped the world and isolated myself from those I cared about.

Maybe I created the blog to be someone new. To get away from the past and the present but create a future. But I don't know why I couldn't have Annabeth part of me. I was thoroughly convinced that when I ignored her from those days in Middle School, she forgot about me. And, when I got the news I was moving back to New York, I knew she forgot about me, that she couldn't care less if I was coming back. that was why I didn't tell her I was coming back.

I ignored her for so long, I allowed stupid Grade Eights invade my thoughts and resulted into ignoring my best friend. She forgot about me in that period of time, I just knew it; I had a feeling. Yes, when my mom told me it's time for me to go back to New York, Annabeth forgot about me. Besides, why open up a wound already. I may care for Annabeth, which yes, I spent so long debating whether or not to tell her I'm coming home, but I thought it was best not to. Why should she be depicted of being a fool being stuck with an idiot like me? Why should I make a fool of myself, being rejected by Annabeth?

It's best for both of us not to her she's coming back home, she wouldn't care anyways, even though it hurts so much just to think of that.

But ever since yesterday, I cleaned my system. I felt like soap ran through me and just wiped everything clean. I'm new, my head is clean. Everything is back to normal, I was wrong and thank God I was. I don't think I could ever function if I didn't have the friendship I created with Annabeth. I tend to overthink things and I really can't help it. It felt soo good walking back home without feeling regrets and guilt.

The void I once felt back when concealed and just vanished out of thin air. I think I can finally sleep without such sickening thoughts that bring myself down.

Hopefully, things will be just like it would be back in the days when we were both sane. Both for my sanity and hers, hopefully the changes we both managed to evolve to isn't too drastically bad.

I sighed, feeling my head burst from this random mind fart going on in my brain. I pushed myself up off of my bed and pulled my shirt off. I managed to find a clean white v-neck that happened to be clean lying on my bedroom floor. With a clean swipe, I swiftly put it on me. I grabbed a pair of black jeans sprawled on my desk and yanked it on. With one brush to somewhat make my hair presentable, I nodded at my appearance. I pulled on my sneakers and grabbed my car keys for it is the day back to hell. It's a daily thing you know, seeing that the homework wasn't satanic enough.

I slided down the stairs, my backpack launching down the stairs. As I hit the bottom, I grabbed my bag instantly and waltzed to the kitchen seeing mom perched on the chair with one hand holding the newspaper and one hand holding coffee.

I opened the cupboard and brewed my own cup of coffee. A grabbed a pancake left on the leftover plate and took a seat beside my mom.

"Mornin'" I gurgled, my food still in my mouth.

My mom rolled her eyes, tucking a curl behind her ear as she looked at me flatly. "Chew first, then talk, Perce." She chastised me while I rolled my eyes.

I grinned at her. "Okay" regarding her wishes to which she scoffed yet a grin twitching at the corner of her lips.

I got up and grabbed the kettle, tipping coffee on my mug. I sighed and placed in on the table and myself on the chair.

I notice my mom's gaze lingering over me which made me startle and yelp from the eyes glued on my face.

My mom chuckled and grinned. "So, I came home early yesterday,"

I scrunched my eyebrows and raised one at her. I seriously had no idea where she's going with this. "Alright," I replied gingerly, taking a sip of my coffee.

"I overheard things," that's when I it struck to me. My mom heard what happened yesterday.

I felt my cheeks go warm as I let out a loud groan. "Moooooooom,"

My mom chortled and wiggled her eyebrows. "Relax honey. I think that was very sweet of both of you to fix your relationship. And it's fine, I didn't videotape it or anything."

I narrowed my eyes at her, "How far did you listen in?"

My mom simpered brightly and snickered. "Enough to know you would make a fantastic Drama actor."

"Moooom," I whined, my cheeks burning into flames. My mom sighed, her laughter hitting rock bottom of the volume.

"But seriously Perce, that was a good thing you did. I guess maybe I should've attempted to do that with your father; tried to sew things up to prevent things from shattering." Sally looked away, her gaze glued shut on the table.

I narrowed my eyes. "I thought you're dating some guy...Paul, was it?" I tilted my head in confusion. Normally, I would be getting my spear and knife if someone tries to date mom, but from stories I've heard, Paul sounds like a pretty cool guy.

Sally rolled her eyes. "We're not dating...now hon, shoo. You're going to be late for school."

I sighed and grabbed the last pancake on the plate. I got up and swung my arm around my mom in a form of a hug. I planted a messy kiss on her cheek which resulted into a hug as I exited out the door.

I twirled my car keys around and whistled to mom's car if it wasn't for the spray of blonde hair whirling in the air. I let out a chuckle, seeing Annabeth on her bike riding to school.

Instantly, I ran to the backyard and got my own. I sped up the pace to make it in time to ride with her.

"Hey, Annabeth!" I called out to her, seeing her head whirl back around to face me.

Things have that unsettling road once again. I mean, it's not that easy to go from avoiding and hating each other to buddy ol' pals once again. There was tension, but every second we spend time with each other, the tension slowly rips away from us and instead transforms to rope that binds our friendship together.

"Oh, hey." She muttered, her pants getting in the way of her voice.

Her tucked in white blouse slowly went loose under her denim jeans. Annabeth's hair strands that didn't make it with the rest of the ponytail tangled in her face as she smiled at me.

"Didn't think you'd get up this early." Annabeth teased, laughing shakily.

I smiled small, "eh, I smelt food so..."

Annabeth nervously chuckled, as if asking for permission if it's okay to laugh.

Maybe this will take time to mend.

"How long is the ride there?" I wondered out loud, my legs quickening with every turn.

Annabeth smirked. "Never rode the bike to school didn't you? Always too caught up with your car."

"Hey, in my defense I did so when we were what...Six, eight."I defended myself, a half grin tackled my mouth.

Annabeth rolled her grey eyes. All of a sudden, she ripped up silence and starting laughing as if it was the last time she was able to. "Do, do you remember when we-we were six...and you freaking co-couldn't even ride yo-your bike."

I pouted. "I don't appreciate your teasing." I whined, attempting to cross my arms at the same time riding my bike.

To that, Annabeth snorted even louder. "You..wou fell...and it was the best thing ever, oh my God."

Her laugh became contagious to the point I joined her in unison. "Ha, ha,a-and you feel with m-me when I-I pulled you down."

"Dear God Percy, I remember glaring at you for so long!" Annabeth laughed, looking at me with glistening happiness shining in her eyes.

"Well..I remembered you kept teasing me! I had to get payback..." I blushed, nonetheless laughing.

"Oh please, it was one of the many foolish things you've done." She smirked in amusement, watching me with pleasure since my cheeks were burning red.

I pouted and rolled my eyes. "Hmph, whatever. It would've helped if you didn't teased and may have not costed you a pull from me."

Annabeth bursted out laughing. "Percy, you may want to rephrase your statement."

I rolled my eyes and cracked a grin. "I think the neighbours are pissed at us."

We made a quick turn around the corner, seeing the High School slowly surface in our eyes. I decreased my pace, wanting to savour the conversation longer than it should be.

"It's their fault they chose to live in a neighbourhood with teenagers that have more mouths than ears." Annabeth chimed in, slowing her pace with me.

"If anything, I think they're annoyed at our laughters." I looked forward, seeing neighbours, especially those who likes the quiet and serene place glaring at me with all their might.

Annabeth laughed. "It's fine, seeing them glare at us is better than going to the hell hole in which we call school."

"I bet you they have cookies."

Annabeth laughed and I joined her, bright and radiant smiles shining on our faces.

The school was nearing and I don't think I have it in me to speak at school for my voice is aching way too much from the amount of laughter that was released.

I swear, the last laugh didn't even sound human.

It was then we looked like idiots, riding on our bikes to school like old times. With people stopping their cars and neighbours getting out of the house only to experience a two show performance of weird and weirder featuring raven and blonde. It's just like old times, the way it was before. And it was now I truly felt comfortable being back home.

DAY TWO:

"Are you sure this is the right place?" Annabeth pondered, her eyes locked on the road as the car was safely placed in parking space.

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, Annabeth. Positive."

"Please, it's Thalia we're talking about. She probably gave us the wrong location or something." Annabeth scoffed and I couldn't help but laugh.

I yanked out the key and unbuckled my seatbelt. I ringed the keys around my finger.

"Let's go, Annie." I smirked at her and exited out of the car.

After a long and list of blackmailing Thalia yelled at me over the phone, she made me agree to pick and drop her off at dance classes since she wasn't allowed to get her license yet. Noting how Thalia took ballet classes when she was little, it's amazing how she had a giant leap from classical dance training to street hip hop classes. What also amazes me is the fact that she hates hip hop music yet when dancing, that's all she hears. Sometimes I don't know what to make out of Thalia.

The location where Thalia told me to go wasn't exactly the easiest to spot. It was hidden from the busy streets of Manhattan and instead seems to resemble the curb side of it. There were two buildings standing side to side with equal height dimensions. It seemed to be completely coated in rust and splattered with either poorly done graattie or expertise art work mashed on the walls. The place seemed to be abandoned and it was as if Thalia's dance crew resurfaced the rust out of this building and made it work. It's amazing how this location is quiet yet the background noises are from the roaring streets. It's as if this one dance location isolates itself from the noise and it's quite amazing to stand here.

Annabeth and I walked in sync towards the building. I warily knocked on the door and gingerly walked inside, somewhat feeling like an intruder when no one answer. But I can see why. Loud music was thumping through looming speakers glued on the side.

Annabeth and I stood by the side and just watched the crew dance their asses off.

Thalia popped her chest and leaped in the air, her feet soaring and landing widespread on the ground. Her other members were stomping their feet, their arms amazingly whirling in the air professionally as they bended their spines in the air. Some did backflips in the air at the side and those in the middle somehow did trips with their chest and hips that it made it seem like they were made out of rubber.

They managed to move to the rhythm of the music which was insanely fast that it surprised me how they were able to match up to it. They included movements with their feet; made noises and I think it was then Thalia earned a giant respect from me. Considering she spends hours in this studio, waking up early and sleeping late...it surprises me how she didn't break yet from all the pressure.

Then, the girls halt into a bending pose as they finally released the pants they were holding back. Thalia seem to notice both Annabeth and I's appearance which just so happens to be our jaws on the ground.

She approached us with a towel wrapped around her neck and sweat beads pouring from her forehead. She had a shaky grin on her face for it kept breaking as paintings urged to break through.

"Hey, you're here early." Thalia weeded, wiping her forehead.

"Yeah...I would hug you right now but..." Annabeth chuckled, smiling at that blue eyed girl that's rolling her eyes at her.

Thalia tossed me her gym bag as I slinged it on my arm.

"Shall we go?" Thalia urged, wrapping her hair in a ponytail. She sprayed on some perfume and put a loose sweater over her sports bra. She looked odd with an oversized Nirvana sweater wrapped around her and white gym shorts with black Converse.

Thalia seemed to notice me staring and she opened her mouth. "I'm bi-polar when it comes to temperature, the top half is freezing and the bottom is hot as fucking hell."

I shrugged and grabbed the keys from my pockets. "Let's go."

Before we were about to leave, Thalia turned around and yelled a loud and roaring goodbye to the rest of her teammates, which I believe they call themselves 'The Huntresses' which is a weird name and I have no idea how they settle upon it.

As we exited outside and we were met with a cool breeze tingling against our skin, I smirked. "You know Thals."

"What Perce," She mocked me and Annabeth chuckled.

"It amazes me how you moved on from Ballet to Hip Hop..." I grinned in satisfaction, seeing the blush tint her cheeks and the clare starting to carve in her eyes.

"Shut up, we do not speak of my ignorant and stupid self back when." Thalia snarled and sneered.

Annabeth bursted into laughter.

Thalia frowned. "Oh shut up, last time I checked, you were with me in those classes."

Annabeth scoffed. "Well, I didn't continue for 2 more years like someone did I now?"

Thalia pursed her lips and huffed. "Whatever."

I blinked the lights open and threw the bag in the back trunk. I hopped on in the front seat and waited for the girls who seemed to be miles and miles away from me. I sighed.

"Next time, you should quicken your speed." I noted as soon as the girls got in the car.

I pulled the belt and wrapped it under my arms, hearing a buckling noise as my hands neatly spread on the wheel.

"Okay, so we're going to Nico's place and meet the Stolls there right?" I looked behind them, with one eye locked on the window as I exited out of the studio.

"Can we get food first, please?" Thalia begged, her eyes merging to saucer eyes and her lips quivering in a form of a beg.

"Oooh!"Annabeth jumped out of her seats and grinned at me "chinese, I feel chinese."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine, and I have a feeling I'm going to end up paying for this as well."

It's sort of surreal how everything manage to rejoin once again. It feels like everything is back to normal. I thought Thalia would question how Annabeth and I were back on talking terms but it seemed as if she was expect this, as if she was planning this all along. Nonetheless, I'm actually glad if so, considering how it made me feel much more relaxed even though I don't know why.

I wheeled on the next turn and tried to find a near Chinese Restaurant.

"Take out, not dining. We've got to get to Nico's place soon." I explained to the two girls who honestly couldn't care less.

All of sudden, Annabeth turned on the radio and some country song that seemed alien to me started playing. Thalia seemed to be groaning in the background and Annabeth just smirked.

Then the chorus came in and guitar riffs exploded. Annabeth used her arms as her microphone and started belting out lyrics.

"The highway won't hold you tonight. The highway don't know you're alive. The highway don't care if you're all alone. But I do, I do." Annabeth screeched, dancing in her seat to which I stifled my laughter.

"Oh dear God..." Thalia muttered, rolling her eyes.

"The highway won't dry your tears. The highway don't need you here." Annabeth winked at Thalia and I just exploded with laughter.

"Oh fuck you, Annie." Thalia glared at Annabeth, to which she grinned and sang louder.

I sighed and rolled my eyes, trying not to let Annabeth's horrible and excruciating singing pollute my ears.

Then, my luck just plummeted and Thalia began singing so that her voice overpowered Annabeth.

"It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride...!" Thalia sang, her head bobbing and her hand moving like she's playing the guitar.

Annabeth seemed to realize she was losing in this singing contest so she bumped up to her A-game and just blasted the words, and I swear, the ground started to vibrate.

"I can't live without you, I can't live without you, baby. I can't live without I can't live without you baby, oh baby" Annabeth whirled her body so that she was facing Thalia. Thalia smirked and grinned.

I just rolled my eyes.

"Hey, you know they're all the same?" Thalia sang her lungs off, her fist pounding against the ceiling and Annabeth saying her song.

It was as if they were singing mashups in a terrible and poorly manner. Imagine combining two horrible things, for example, toothpaste and mustard, and mix it all up. Taste it and that's the final product of hearing the two girls' singing.

"The highway don't care. The highway don't care"

"It doesn't matter if it's not good enough for someone else"

"I can't live without you, I can't live without you, baby. I can't live without I can't live without you, baby, oh baby"

"It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride. Everything, everything will be just fine."

From there, the passengers and nearby cars stopped and just listened to the chaotic noise that is happening right now. There are times where I adore my friends and moments like this when they're humiliating self just wants me to disown them.

"It's not my fault I freaking forgot the soy sauce!" I protested at Annabeth, exiting out the Chinese Restaraunt with Annabeth hot on my trails.

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "See, I go to the washroom for a second and I entrust you with the task of getting soy sauce and you freaking didn't get it."

"Guys, it's just soy sauce." Thalia chimed in, her fingers clutching a noodle express box.

"Thank you Thalia!" I yelled to the world, and smiling triumphant towards Annabeth.

"Thals! You're suppose to take my side." Annabeth whined, her chest huffed and her eyes narrowing marking her spot on Thalia.

"Whatever, Annabeth. Thalia just knows I am correct." I walked towards the car rapidly.

"I need soy sauce, though."

I pursed my lips and got in the car, Thalia chuckling in the background. "Why couldn't you get it yourself?"

Annabeth moaned and run her fingers through her hair. "You know I tried, but apparently, you lost your chance when you picked up the order."

"So." I shrugged, starting the tracks and Thalia backing to loud screaming mode once again.

"So...my food is going to be very much bland...and I'll have you to blame." Annabeth huffed, her chin up and her arms popped in a lock above her chest.

I scoffed. "You'll get over you freaking soy sauce."

"And what, you'll have me freaking choke over the dryness over my noodles..well damn you Percy...damn you!" Annabeth glared at me, chewing over a spring roll from the bag.

I threw my hands in protest and quickly caught the wheel to make a quick turn around the block. "It's just soy sauce!" I gave her an exasperated look; my eyes bulged out in confusion.

Annabeth feigned shock and hurt. "Just soy sauce?! Well, excuse you...soy sauce is a way of life."

"Sure..." I muttered, seeing that Thalia completely lost interest in this little feud I'm having.

Noticing Nico's apartment in view, I parked at the nearest guest parking space and marched outside. I had Annabeth and Thalia trailing behind me as we looked for Nico's apartment.

When the doors swiveled open, we were faced to face with Nico in his PJs and the Stolls watching TV in the background.

Annabeth brushed quickly inside the room and turned to face Nico halfway across the living room. "Oh yeah, Nico. You have soy sauce in here, 'cause Percy fucking didn't get me some."

Day Three:

"Class, open up your book to page 63-" Mr Miller stopped himself, leaving the class in mid air movements.

"Hold up, let's do a re-cap on what happened on the last chapter we read." Those who didn't have a clue what he was talking about kept their hands down and went back to sleep while others shot their hands up.

"Uh, Drew" A guy from the back with dark coloured skin and the purest of eyes straightened his posture and spoke.

"Well, Sir, Sam and Noah met each other after all those years. And it's really awkward for both of them because Noah thought Sam was a guy which was the reason why they're roommates first of all. Then they realize who each other is and are no longer on speaking terms." Drew explained, coughing uncomfortably when finished from all the eyes staring at him.

"Great, now do you know why they both sort of come out like they hate each other?" Mr. Miller asked the class.

I hesitated before raising my hands up in the air. My Miller nodded towards me and I took a breath. "Well, Samantha hates Noah because when she was ready to go move to Australia, she was waiting at her house and Noah didn't even show up to say goodbye. Noah hates Sam because he feels like he left her which she did."

"Great, great. And so class, when they met each other once again, the grudges clinged on to them and since they made no such communication over this 4 years span...they allow their bitter views to each other when they were fourteen as their paradigm self when they're Eighteen." Mr. Miller summed the last 5 chapters.

"Now, Annabeth...since you're the only one with their hand still up, care to read the next chapter out loud please?" Annabeth nodded and flipped the pages to Chapter 6.

She cleared her throat and I was prepared not to listen:

"What the fuck is this Johanna?" Samantha peevishly and irritatedly asked, trying to spread distance away from Noah.

"Well, I want you and Noah to be best friends again, go." Johanna, Samantha's little sister smiled brightly, her braces glistening against the light.

"Okay, we're here...now what, Jo." Noah sighed, his back leaned messily against the couch's arm. He brushed his hands through his light brown hair and his blue eyes looking bored as ever.

"Well, aren't you going to become best friends now? Hello, keep up with the program, assholes." Johanna frowned, glaring at the two College freshmen who rolled their eyes bitterly at each other.

Johanna squinted her deep brown eyes at the two ex best friends and stuck her tongue out at them, realizing she had no other choice but to. "Oh screw you all, this is me, trying to save your friendship, done...I am 999% done with your shit okay. Bye."

Johanna stomped away from Samantha and Noah and despite the tension swarming the air between these two, they couldn't help but crack a smile at the dramatic fourteen year old girl who was their bane of existence when they were young.

"I can't believe my sister is more interested in our friendship then the friend shippers themselves." Samantha snorted, getting up to brew herself a cup of tea.

That's the thing about these two. They were polar opposites. Samantha prefered tea over coffee and the opposite for Noah. Samantha was temperamental and Noah was calm. Samantha is a morning person and Noah is not. Samantha is a people person and Noah is not. But what the two however did have in common were their long lasting grudges they held for one another.

"She does have a point you know." Noah got up and surprise surprise, brew himself his own cup of coffee; double double, just the way he likes it.

Sam snorted and whisked her tea. "She doesn't even know half of the story."

"Fine," Noah brought down his coffee and looked expectantly at Sam, his blue eyes boring into her hazel ones.

Sam grimaced uncomfortably as his body started coming closer. Sam twitched her lips and glared at Noah, her cold front becoming evident once again. "It's none of your business."

"Business my ass." Noah mocked and followed Sam back to the living room.

"It's kind of funny how you started getting involved in my life once again after you didn't even say goodbye." Samantha muttered, her eyes glowing cold and squinting harshly at Noah.

Noah winced. "That's the reason- that's the reason why."

Samantha dropped her tea and looked sharply at Noah. "Yes you asshole, you finally know why I fucking hate you. When I was going to Australia, you didn't say goodbye, not one word. You ignored me through those weeks since I told you I was moving and when I thought you forgave me, I waited outside for you.

Samantha had tears streaming down her face, her hands thrashing through her hair in frustration. "Mom is like 'Sam get inside, it's raining. Noah isn't going to show up.' and every 5 minutes she said that I reassured her that you're coming, that my best friend would show up. But it came to the point that I was reassuring myself."

"To that day Noah," Samantha had bloodshot eyes, her mascara streaming down her face but she didn't care, she could care less. Noah just looked regretfully and mournfully at the mess he created, and that he was the prime suspect for making her this torn. He made her broken and he wanted to take all those shattered pieces and glue them back together. He hated what he's done but he can never take them back.

"I hated you, I hated you. I still hate you. but I can't anymore. You're a fucking twit, a lying bastard, a bastard who said you'd be there for me always. But you didn't once show up, did you now?" Samantha glared and willed herself to, but the tears kept pouring and she hated being this vulnerable to someone she hated.

"Sam, you were moving. Please tell me that it wasn't easy for my part as well. Okay, I-" Noah explained to Sam but she just kept shaking her head rapidly and swatted at him.

"No, I'm not listening to you, now fuck off okay." Sam took one last stare at Noah and pursed her lips, her eyes being as cold as ever that it shocked Noah so much. That glare that lingered between Sam and Noah was so harsh, Noah broke down instantly.

Sam turned on her heals and stomped her way back to her room. With the door being loudly smashed shut clearly showed it was the end of this conversation.

"Great reading Annabeth, now I want you to get with your partner and answer this question on the board. I want it handed in by tomorrow, typed, and it will be included in your final Unit Mark." Mr. Miller commented, indicating to the problem on the board and we all tiredly nodded.

I walked towards Annabeth, sitting down on the empty seat beside her and like falling dominoes, the volume of the classroom increased by the second.

Annabeth opened and her notebook and ripped out a paper for me and passed me a pen. "Okay, so the question is 'What does this chapter tells us about the character's personality so far? How fill things foreplay in the next chapter?'"

I clasped my hands together. "Easy, it shows that Sam is temperamental when it comes to her feelings and doesn't really focus on the actual situation."

"And Noah only thinks of himself there. He doesn't see that it truly did break Sam." Annabeth added and cocked a brow at her.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up. Noah did so!" I defended the character and quickly flipped to the book. "Explain this 'Noah just looked regretfully and mournfully at the mess he created, and that he was the prime suspect for making her this torn. He made her broken and he wanted to take all those shattered pieces and glue them back together.'"

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "Pfft, like Noah is any better. Noah just can't realize he did something wrong and not once did he apologize for it. Not once, okay."

I raised my arms in defense. "Point taken," I laughed amusingly, seeing Annabeth getting tempered adorable for me. Annabeth glared, noticing how I found her angry quite adorable.

"So, Annie, write down that Sam is too angry to focus on her feelings for her feelings she's been hoarding for years just finally been expressed. And Noah hasn't come to the point where he acknowledge, I mean TRULY acknowledged what Samantha's feeling." I explained slowly as Annabeth jotted down some notes.

"No, Annie, it's Samantha spelt with an h." I corrected her, seeing she forgot the H.

Annabeth scrunched her nose and stuck her tongue out at me. "Fine," she added an H squished between the letters and looked at me mockingly. "Happy?"

I gave her a smug grin and looked at her cheekily. "Yes, very. Thanks Annie."

"I fucking hate you." Annabeth commented happily, writing down some notes while I left there grinning.

It's funny to think just a couple days ago, we weren't on speaking terms. It's funny to see how fast we got back to being friends but I guess we were always friends, despite the fact that we were ignoring each other. After all those years, we never were not friends...and it was now our friendship grew stronger than ever.

"I fucking hate you too, wise girl." I chuckled, my chin perched on her shoulder as I dictate her on what to write.

I grabbed my stuff and walked to Annabeth's locker, ready to head home. "Hey,"

"Oh hi, remember to send me the things for the English assignment okay." Annabeth reminded me, though she practically drilled the memo deep in my brain that it's probably going to take centuries to get rid of.

"Yeah, don't worry, I got it all saved in my-"

"ANNABETH! PERCY!" Thalia's loud voice interrupted mine as she ran in the middle of the hallways, bumping into freshmen, juniors, and god forbid, looming seniors, but it seemed like she could care less.

Thalia ran here faster than I thought she would and she took both mine and Annabeth's wrist. She started dragging us around the school, earning strange lingering looks from nearby watchers.

"Thals, what is going on?" annabeth pestered, looking oddly at the blue eyes girl.

Thalia didn't answer and instead drove us around the school to what seemed like the to be heading towards the office. This isn't how I wanted to spend my Friday afternoon but it seemed like Thalia didn't care.

We bumped into teachers to whom Annabeth and I apologized gravely for our friend's rudeness at this moment.

"You'll never believe who's here." Thalia grinned, walking to the person's side happily.

I was met face to face with a familiar person all too well.

"Percy! Annabeth!" He said.

There was suppose to be a little scene of Percy and Annabeth when they were younger in this chapter 'cause I thought it would be really cute and refreshing to read them at a younger age once again but I just don't have the ideas. Next chapter will be filled be flashbacks though and I realllllly look forward to writing that.

In the meantime, I have a game to play::

So, guess who the mystery person is in this chapter and you can ask me three questions about absolutely ANYTHING.

Guess it right and you get to ask me 5 questions abou THING as well as I can do one thing for you (i.e., make you a cover, review a story, read over your story, make you a something) but it has to be something I can do like I can't show up at your house, haha.

Seriously, play that game, I have no shit to do.

no but this is so bad i endlessly apologize for my thirteen year old self that wrote this like i tried to edit it but i just couldn't because it's just so bad i crY but i hope it's tolerable at least a slight. i don't know when i'll update again, pester me and it may encourage me idek, but like we'll see man, school started and i'm a sophomore this year and i have all my easy classes this year (ap history, french, civics and careers, and religion) but i'm so fucked next year bc i have ap math, ap english, science and communications technology.

tell me about your classes :))

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btw i'm meeting rick on oct 9 :)) i'm so excited omggg (btw u should so message me for like my snapchat or my imessage or whatever i'll be cool with it B) )

R&R "I fucking hate you"