Hello there and Happy Monday! (Though it's not sometimes happy...) This is my second fanfiction and I don't think anybody has tried Annabeth getting glasses, but if you or anybody have, I'm not intending on copying it and I'm sorry if I accidentally am. I can just picture Annabeth with glasses:B I plan on this being at least three chapters...Anywho, I hope you like! I do not own PJO or glasses..

Annabeth frowned.

She narrowed her eyes on the board, puckering her lips into her teeth, trying her best to try to clear her vision.

There was something wrong. And it all had started when she woke up two days ago.

It was supposed to be a good day but then when she got out of the shower, cleaning the mirror with the palm of her hand, her reflection was blurry. She thought it was just from the water vapor still stuck to the surface of the mirror, making her vision funny.

But now she wasn't so sure.

Yesterday, she talked to Percy about it.

She wasn't sure how he took it, but he looked at her funny.

"Maybe it's nothing," he shrugged.

"Maybe…but I don't know…" she trailed off, lost in her thoughts, trying to find the source of the problem.

"You don't know?" Percy chuckled.

She slugged his arm, but missed by a couple inches. Percy stared at her in bewilderment at her miss.

Annabeth groaned and then thrust out her hands at the smudge in her eyes that turned out to be her boyfriend. She pushed him roughly, making up for her miss.

He laughed. "Wow, I think I've figured out the Daughter of Athena's problem before the Daughter of Athena herself did!"

"Shut up, Percy, it's from inside of me. I can't look inside of my brain and ask what the problem is. That's physically impossible!"

He shook his head and wrapped an arm around her. "Aw, don't be so harsh, you'll be fine. You just have to go see a…" he trailed off.

"See what?" she asked, her voice rising in panic.

"Let's just not talk about it and spend our time together while we have it."

"What do you mean 'while we have it'?"

"I mean before you start freaking out." He said matter-of-factly and then kissed her cheek.

Annabeth didn't know what he had meant. But now she started to get a clue.

She sighed and gave up on trying to read the list of chariot blueprints and leaned back in her chair.

She rubbed her eyes as she swiveled the chair around with the heel of her shoe—why weren't they seeing correctly?!

Annabeth's sneakers squeaked against the wood floor, she stopped so abruptly.

"Wait a second…" she murmured under her breath. She slowly sat up straight, staring down at the top of her desk at the blueprints.

The markings and lines didn't even seem to be there—just a giant slab of white paper.

Her breath caught in her throat.

"No…it can't be…" she whispered. Her hands frantically flew around the desk, though she wasn't sure why. She seemed to have been snatching papers to read and make sure her calculations were wrong for once.

But they weren't.

"No!" she yelped in a hoarse voice.

Percy suddenly came strolling in, whistling and playing with Riptide disguised as a pen. When he heard Annabeth yelp, he stopped whistling and rushed to her side.

"You okay, Annabeth?" he asked.

She swung around, clutched his shirt by the collar, yanking him towards her to where their noses were inches apart.

"What was it that you said I needed to see?" she growled slowly.

"Uh…I—uh…are you feeling okay, Annabeth?" he touched her forehead with the back of his hand.

Her cheeks had a pinker tint to them, but she said, "Tell me, Percy!"

"See? I was right. I totally knew you were going to act like this."

"Seaweed Brain!" She screamed.

He held his hands up in defense. "Alright; alright. I was going to say that you probably needed to see an eye doctor."

A moan escaped from her lips and she released her death grip on his shirt. She sunk back into her chair. "Oh, no…" she groaned, covering her eyes with her slender fingers. A pain was forming behind them. She wasn't sure if it was because of her eyesight or if it was just because she was getting a normal migraine. She just felt like closing her eyes and that everything would be clear when she opened them again.

But she was wrong.

Percy took her hand and pulled her from the chair, which was slowly paining her spine, making her practically fold together like a sheet of paper.

Now she was a paper airplane with Percy dragging her to the Big House.

"Don't worry, Annabeth, Chiron'll get this all fixed. He'll help you. Don't throw a fit or freak out—whatever you do."

Annabeth groaned, digging her heels into the ground trying to restrict any further distance towards the giant, white building with a circular white patio, the peak baby blue.

"NO! Please don't Seaweed Brain!" she pleaded, scratching and clawing at his hand, sliding her shoes backwards.

"If you don't deal with it, it'll just get worse for you! Duh! I thought you knew that, Wise Girl," Percy said.

His grip loosened enough for her to slip her arm from his grasp, whipping around and arching her knee to run away and lock herself in her cabin, buried in her work and architecture. Or maybe even to sword fighting—to get her mind off of things.

But right in front of Annabeth was something brightly white and smelled of horse behind.

Her heels dug into the dirt yet again, stopping in her tracks.

"Ah, Annabeth," A voice that belonged to Chiron said, "how are you today?"

"Fine; nothing's going on here." She said nervously.

But Percy had an iron grip on her shoulder. "Nope! She is totally not fine, Chiron!"

The old centaur's eyebrows knit. "Why, what's wrong, my dear?"

"There's nothing wrong,"

"Annabeth needs glasses,"

The two said simultaneously.

"Glasses? Why I never…." Chiron trailed off, a strange glint shining in his warm brown eyes.

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