Always and Forever, One and the Same

~One~

It All Begins...

And to think, that it had all started with a simple, missing pair of contacts.

Tanned hands slapped an alarm clock blaring on a messy nightstand, and bleary green eyes blinked away sleep, while untidy black hair fell all over the place. Percy Jackson woke up, and his hand skittered all over his side table for the bottle that held his contacts, but all he came up with was the spine of his History of Magic textbook. Panicking slightly, the son of Poseidon rolled out of his wrinkled bed, and searched his cabin for the elusive objects.

"GODS FREAKING DAMN IT!" The teen exploded, pounded the desk, and yanked open the top drawer. Pulling out a pair of wire-framed, circular glasses, he jammed them onto his face, and resumed his search for his contacts.

Of course, his outburst hadn't gone unheard by an Annabeth Chase, who was currently making her way to said person's cabin. Pushing open her door, she heard a string of curses, American, Grecian, and...British? Come tumbling out of Percy's mouth. He whirled around, and Annabeth swore that her eyes stretched so far, that they'd never return to their normal size.

And right now, Annabeth knew, oh, she knew, that only two thoughts were running through her head-and gods be damned, Athena would not be proud of them.

"Wait a second-when did you get glasses?" Annabeth knew that he saw her, and he gaped, running his hands through his hair nervously, tousling the night-hued locks even more.

"Ah...I've actually had them for quite a while. Since I was four, actually. Sorry, but I can't find my contact lenses, and I sort of need them for sword-fighting. Help me find them?" His baby-seal eyes, (as Piper had dubbed them,) pleaded with him, and Annabeth sighed, reluctantly giving in. Percy grinned victoriously, and began to crouch down, scouring the floor for the case. He watched out of the side of his eye as Annabeth wandered into his bathroom, and continued to search, overturning textbooks and other various necessities. (The textbooks, however, he could live without.)

"Hey are these it?" Annabeth tapped Percy on the shoulder, rattling a white case in the air, labeled, CONTACT LENSES.

"Um...yeah!" Percy made a lunge for the case, not liking the look on his girlfriend's face.

"Nuh-uh!" Annabeth put them behind her back, and pushed on Percy's grey-clad chest. "Y'know, you look an awful lot like Harry Potter with those glasses on. Perhaps I should make you keep those on..." Her grey eyes twinkled playfully, as Percy lunged behind her back again for them.

"Come on! Wise Girl..." Percy whined, grasping thin air once more in his attempt to reach his contact lenses.

"How about...you change out of your pajamas, and then, I'll give you the contacts?" Sighing, Percy ambled over to his dresser, and yanked out an orange camp-tee shirt, and a pair of shorts. Pulling on and off random articles of clothing, Percy sat down, and laced up his Converse trainers. Rising from his position on the bed, Percy held his hand open to Annabeth, motioning for her to hand over his contact lenses.

"Give 'em, Wise Girl." His eyes sparkled with mirth as she clutched them closer to her chest...then ran out of the open cabin door.

"Gotta catch me first!" She called out to him, racing past hordes of confused campers on their way to the dining pavilion. She had no sooner reached the pavilion, along with the entire congregation of demigods, who were just coming to attention-this was going to be goooood-did Percy run in, glaring playfully at Annabeth. With the round glasses still perched on top of the bridge of his nose. And of course, Leo was the first to comment.

"Holy Hera! Percy, when'd you get glasses?"

No, Percy really wasn't having that good of a day.

- An hour later, Percy was sparring with Annabeth in the arena, glasses off-thank Zeus, he'd be dead because the tape would've broken because of her gods forsaken sword, and he would've been blind-barely putting up a fight. He was distracted by how close they had- "CRAP!" Percy capped Riptide mid-parry, and apologized,

"Annabeth, sorry, I kinda forgot that my mom and Paul are coming today at two to pick me up...and it's one-thirty, holy shit." Sighing, Annabeth sheathed her drakon's bone sword, and poked him in the head.

"C'mon Harry Potter, let's get moving." Percy paled for a moment, then laughed nervously, and followed her out of the arena.

Ohayo, minna-san! That means, hello, everybody!

It's Ren here, with a new story! Those of you who are worried about Scars, and how this will affect it-don't fret-this won't affect any of it.

So, review, favorite, and all that stuff! I want to know how you guys like this!

Bye, bye!

~HuntingStarlight, otherwise known as Ren Mizuki, or in Japanese terms, Mizuki Ren.