This came from an idea on Tumblr that I saw like months ago and it has been stuck in my head since then and I really just had to write it.

Anyhow I hope you all enjoy.

I in no way own PJatO or HoO

"Hi." His voice is deeper then she remembers. She blushes.

"Hey." He smiles coyly at her and she smiles back, maybe it's the alcohol or maybe, it's how the lights seem to reflect off his eyes like beautiful sea green diamonds, whatever the reason is when he hands her a drink she simply can't reject it.

"Holy shit!" She exclaims, her voice echoes off the tiles walls in her bathroom with an accusing tone. "Holy shit! This can't be happening." She brushes the tears from her eyes with the sleeve of her track jumper. It's too hot to be wearing one, but all she wants to do is relax in it listening to Taylor Swift and eating a tub of double chocolate ice cream while crying over the life she could have had.

"Annabeth?" A voice from behind the door calls. It's Thalia, Annabeth's best friend since before kindergarten, Thalia the girl who Annabeth has confided in ever since she was five and had a crush on Tommy Peterson, Thalia the girl who helped Annabeth when she found out her mother was moving to Greece, Thalia, the same girl graduating in three weeks, Thalia, the same girl who is going away to Florida State with Luke.

Oh gods college. What will she do now about College?

Mentally she kisses the thought of higher education goodbye as she stares down at the little blue tick. She had wanted to do so much, to graduate high school as Valedictorian, attend an Ivy League college, travel the world as well as design and build one of the tallest skyscrapers in the world. Just like her mother.

Oh gods her mother.

She was screwed both physically and metaphorically.

"If you don't answer me in two seconds I'm kicking the door down." Thalia threatens again, her voice muffled by the wooden door that separates; well maybe not for long anyway.

"Y-yes." She answers with a croaky voice wincing almost immediately at the sound. She sounds weak, Hades she feels weak. Like a feather could knock her down. She groans and rubs her taut belly before realisation hits her again and this time she is sure a feather could knock her down.

"What's wrong? Open the door? Are you okay?" A flurry of questions meets her ears so quickly she starts to grow irritated instead of her current mood of depression and self-loathing. She has always hated it when people ask another question without letting you answer the first; her friends sometimes do it on purpose just to bug her.

They do a really good job of it. This time however she guesses Thalia is doing it out of concern rather than just to bug the crap out of her although the jury may still be out on that one.

"Yes, hang on." she frowns and grinds her teeth together her hand suddenly becoming glued to her forehead. "I'm coming out." She sighs shaking her head. She takes another moment to look down at the stick before she throws it in the trash. She takes a quick look at the stick and frowns because suddenly the stick looks a little too obvious with the white and blue sitting against a backdrop of black as it sits lonely in the empty trash bag.

She frowns taking another deep breath and running her fingers through her hair. Turning back towards the toilets she gets an idea. Grabbing as much toilet paper as she can, she completely fills the bin, covering the incriminating piece of evidence.

Frowning once more she takes another deep breath placing her palm on her neck checking her pulse, attempting to calm it down she opens the door with a weary smile.

Thalia is leaning against the side of the door, her arms folded and a frown on her face. Annabeth jolts back in surprise.

"Your hair?" her mouth makes a perfect 'o' as she stares at the girls hair a finger pointing to the right side of her head. Just this morning at school that side of her head had been purple and now it is a brilliant blue, she is just glad it isn't green.

"Brings out my eyes." Thalia sighs looking down at her nails her eyes ghost from finger to finger occasionally she looks up, eyes scanning her face as she tries to figure out just what is wrong with the taller blonde.

"Who told you that? Luke?" Annabeth smiles, her heartbeat feels calmer and her mind just a little less fuddled. But in the back of her mind sits the image of a blue line she clenches her teeth together and blinks.

Almost unaware of her friend's predicament Thalia blushes and pushes Annabeth's shoulder.

"Shut up." She mumbles before glowering at her friend again, her lips a thin black line. "What were you doing in the bathroom?"

"Using the toilet." Annabeth replies with a strong look of defiance.

"Huh?" Thalia takes a sceptical look in the bathroom.

Sighing Annabeth rolls her eyes. She figures it is probably best to act as if she was simply on the toilet. "What?"

"You didn't flush." Thalia replies turning back to Annabeth. Her face is blank and Annabeth knows that Thalia is suspicious.

Annabeth blinks quickly. "I did. Must have been before you got here."

Thalia raises a brow and folds her arms over her chest. Suddenly she looks just like her father a thought that terrifies Annabeth to no extent. Annabeth could handle friend's parents just fine really it was amazing how well she could get along with most parents they all thought she was a gem, with her blonde hair grey eyes and her perfect Grade Point Average. But then there was Thalia's dad. She just didn't like the guy and she guessed from the way he watched her the feeling was mutual. "I've been here for twenty minutes."

Annabeth frowns. "Who let you in?"

"Bobby. Said you were acting strange."

"Yeah because I told him and Matthew that they shouldn't microwave Mr Whiskers."

Thalia scrunches her nose and shivers. "It's a wonder that they haven't killed that rat yet."

Annabeth shrugs her shoulders, her arms folded over her chest. "I'm the only reason that thing is still alive."

Thalia guffaws and shakes her head with a wide smile, suddenly hopeful Annabeth starts to think that her friend has dropped the subject. But her hope is soon drained as Thalia's face almost comically drops back into her serious face.

"So what were you really doing?"

"Do I really need to explain that to you?" Annabeth tries again hoping to get some leeway, but Thalia is as stubborn as a boulder and raises her brow slowly.

Annabeth's bites her lip. "Nothing." she answers the non-verbal question. She probably could have left it there but her voice is at least two octaves higher and Annabeth can see that Thalia could not believe her if she tried.

"Yeah right Chase." Thalia mutters before a strange look crosses her face.

Annabeth notices it immediately and moves to stand in front of the bathroom door. "Thalia." She warns but it is too late because Thalia sidesteps her and rushes forward almost knocking Annabeth to the ground in the process.

Thalia is quick if not ruthless as she tears apart the bathroom her eyes roaming quickly from one place to the other as she goes through two draws at a time.

Recovering from her shock Annabeth moves to stand in front of the bin almost protectively. A move Thalia notices immediately. One hand one the knob of a draw the other raised in a clawing motion above another, she looks at Annabeth with the look of a wild dog.

Annabeth would gulp, but Thalia doesn't really scare her despite the fact that she looks as if she would rob and gut a person just for kicks.

"What's in the bin?" She sniffs the air once, then twice more and frowns. "You haven't been smoking. I would know. So what have you been doing?" Thalia folds her arms over her chest and glares at Annabeth.

Annabeth bites her lip again and frowns meaningfully at Thalia. "Nothing Thalia. Just drop it."

"No way sister, you're upset and I can't help you until I find out why." She takes a step towards Annabeth her eyes focused solely on the bin her arms unfold from around her chest as she stalks forward.

"Okay, okay." Annabeth sighs. "I will tell you." she frowns and bites her lips again. Slowly she looks back up at her best friend trying to put her all into making her face look pathetic and sad. "I failed my geography final."

Thalia gives Annabeth a look of disbelief. "Bianca said you got top marks."

Annabeth curses Bianca.

"I didn't do as well as I'd hoped." she tries again; once again her voice is a slightly higher octave. Thalia notices it immediately and wonders if she picked up that little ability from Luke. Luke could always guess when people were lying it was like some sick sort of talent he had.

"She said you got 98%."

She curses Bianca again.

"Uhhh." But before Annabeth can give a reply Thalia has swooped past her and is heading straight for the bin like a starved man looking for scraps. Annabeth shouts loudly and makes a sad attempt to cut Thalia off, but only manages to slap the older girl on the back.

Thalia ignores the slap, which feels more like a pat and rummages through the bin with Annabeth kneeling beside her trying to push her away.

Thalia stops suddenly as a thought pops in her head, she recoils back slightly just missing Annabeth's hand as it goes to push her head away.

"I'm not going to find any; you know personal hygiene items in here am I?" Annabeth looks up at her with a strong and visible blush. Thalia looks at her with a worried and disgusted look her hands splayed on the ground almost as if they are trying to be as far away from the bin as possible.

"Gross Thalia."

But the girl continues to look at her with an alarmed face.

"You're a few weeks late." And now a few months early. She bites her lip.

"Good." Thalia sighs before once again going through the bin.

"Thalia! Seriously?" this time however Annabeth doesn't continue her fight. Who knows why? maybe she is just really tired from school, maybe she just doesn't care anymore, maybe she is hoping that this is all just some sort of fucked up dream that she will wake up from sweaty and gross, or maybe she wants Thalia to find out.

Thalia ignores the girl and throws the chunks of toilet paper out of the bin by the handful.

"Gods Annabeth? Did you dump a whole roll of toilet paper in here?" Annabeth doesn't deem the girl with an answer and simply sits down with her back against the porcelain toilet her knees wrapped up in her arms. She starts to rock slowly.

Her eyes never leaving the girl rummaging through the bin in her bathroom.

When Thalia's back stiffens and her eyes widen. Annabeth knows she has found it. She only just stops the tears from rolling down her cheeks, her heart starts to beat a little faster and her breathing starts to become uneven.

After a few moments Annabeth starts to grow worried. "Thalia?" her voice doesn't quiver, something she is thankful for.

"Annabeth?" her voice sounds almost robotically, slowly she moves so that she has picked the offending object out of the bin and Annabeth can see the stick, that same one that has put a death sentence on all of her hopes and dreams.

Annabeth blinks slowly. "Yes?"

"Is this? Are you? Did you-"

Annabeth takes a deep breath with closed eyes. "Did I what?"

"Pee on this?" she turns slowly towards hand her fingers pinching the stick with a look of fear. Thalia looks from the stick to Annabeth, but all Annabeth is concerned about it the little positive blue line staring back at her.

Gods why did the line have to be blue?!

"Thalia, what do I do?" Tears start to flow freely down her face; her chest feels heavy as her legs give way lying at odd angles on the tiles.

Thalia is silent as she stares down at her best friends belly with caution.

"Thalia? Please what should I do?"

"I'm not drunk enough for this." Thalia sighs throwing the stick back into the bin. She doesn't meet Annabeth's eyes and is instead too focused with staring at Annabeth's stomach, right where the womb is.

Right where it is.

"Thalia!" Annabeth shouts. Thalia looks up at her friend she can see the tears in her eyes.

"Congratulations?" Thalia tries again.

Its funny how most people would kill for something like this, this is the greatest gift on the planet and all Annabeth is worried about is how she is going to cope with the loss of her dreams and aspirations for the future.

"Thalia?!"

"What?!" Thalia shouts back running a hand through her short spikey hair. "What do you want me to do here? Huh? Because I don't know what you want from me!"

Annabeth frowns and throws her arms up into the air. They are both crying freely now. "Support, please I don't know what I should do?"

"Oh gods." Thalia shakes her head rubbing the tears from her eyes with her palms. "My makeup is smudged isn't it?"

Annabeth laughs a little before nodding her head slowly. "You look like a juggalo."

Thalia smiles slightly before crawling towards her friend. Sitting beside her Thalia throws an arm around her shoulder. "Should I call anyone?"

Annabeth laughs. "Call who? Rachel? Hazel? Clarisse?" sniffling she wipes her nose and shakes her head looking straight back at the bin with a sorrowful smile. "I don't think they would know what to do."

"Piper?" Thalia shrugs rubbing circles into Annabeth's shoulder.

Annabeth frowns, thinking of Jason who is best friends with a certain green eyed boy. "Maybe later."

Thalia raises a brow and frowns. "Do you want me to stay the night?"

Annabeth frowns and shakes her head. "No, dad would get suspicious. Besides your meeting Luke tonight."

Thalia shakes her head quickly. "I see him enough anyway, Hell I'm going to be seeing him every day in Florida."

Annabeth wipes the tears once again from her eyes. "It's okay, really."

"You sure?"

"Yeah." Annabeth sighs and slowly moves to her feet, Thalia watches her movements carefully. "I need to call my mum anyway. Let her know my scores."

Thalia follows her friend as she walks out of the bathroom. "I'm sure that can wait."

Annabeth shakes her head. "No. I can't do that. We have to skype." she bites the top of her lip and brings her fingers to her mouth. She walks towards her laptop and runs her fingertips over the triangular mark on the top. "We always skype on Thursdays."

"Well then can I do anything for you?" Thalia tries again walking towards her pensive friend.

Annabeth huffs out a laugh. "Yeah build me a time machine."

Thalia gives Annabeth a soft smile. "Do you know-"

"Who the father is?" Annabeth questions spinning around to face her friend. She bites her lip. "No. I don't."

"Can I get you another drink?" The boy asks his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He looks nervous; Annabeth doesn't really blame him so much.

She smiles kindly at him and brushes her hair back out of her face. "Yeah, if that's okay?"

He smiles back, a ghost of what he used to be. "Sweet."

Yeah this story is going to be pretty drama heavy as you can see if not then guys this story is going to be pretty drama heavy, anyway hope you all enjoyed if not that really sucks but nothing I can really do about it. (Well there probably is but I'm lazy)