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, 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?

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or songs mentioned. thought it's pretty obvious.

Point of View (POV:) Third Person, for now.

Shout Outs: N one just yet, I guess this goes out to my beta, she's wonderful and amazing writer.

Author's Note: Hey! Okay, I think this is my most favourite story I've ever written. If you didn't like this first chapter, trust me, it'll get better in the end. It's a typical best friend story, even if it's cliche, we all know we're a sucker for 'em. I hope you like it. Thanks to my beta reader, BlueBerrySourStraps, she is an awesome person! I love it if you'd check out my other stories. It would be great if you check out 221 Fanfiction Choice Awards by Lightning-at-221b

Try and guess the song and band ;)

"Fall is here, hear the yell

back to school, ring the bell

brand new shoes, walking blues

climb the fence, book and pens

i can tell that we are gonna be friends."

CHAPTER ONE: All Because Of A Box Of Crayons

On the outside layer of the busy streets of Manhattan lies a typical house and the cliché picket white fence guarding the country-style dwelling. It captured those types of houses you normally find on the internet or someone's artwork. The sun's beam on the white painted wood made the 2 windows look radiant. Blue shutters were boarding the window. A bright blue door is what stood out the most. With every eye looking at this dwelling, the sea-colored door is what captures many eyes from the house itself. The roof, of course, is in a shape of a triangle. To match the rest of the colour scheme of the house, the roof tiles were patched with cerulean colours. A chimney stood tall and proud somewhere in the corner. A petite apple tree was planted in the corner, letting the squirrels take and grab of any loose apples that comes in contact with the ground.

Just a typical, Picture Perfect house. Wait. Scratch that.

There's still Perseus Jackson, son of Sally Jackson and Poseidon Jackson, AKA; the most handfuls 4 year old .

Let's take a look inside the house, shall we?

Percy's pitch black hair flew all over the place and covered his seaweed coloured eyes which are beaming with humour Percy ran like the wind, letting all the precious glass crash to the floor, the pillows scatter, and most importantly...making his mother waste her energy of trying to get a hold on her mischief maker. Sally Jackson, panting heavily, stopped to catch a breath. She placed her tanned hands on her knees and crouched down to the 'tired and out of breath' position. She cocked her head in the direction of the door, whipping her chocolate-brown hair to the side.

Sally smiled to herself of all the memories. She remembered Percy asking to paint the door blue as well as the shutters because he was going through blue phase. Turns out it wasn't a phase after all…

Sally heard the noise of shattered glass after another. She just couldn't resist the urge to roll her eyes followed by a motherly smile. As soon as she saw a speck of green and black, she stood up and blocked the way; placing her hands on her hip and balancing herself on her right leg.

The clumsy speed demon; Perseus Jackson, flopped on the floor as he bumped into his mother. He looked up, like a kid looking up at a bully and swallowed loudly as he saw the stern look on his mother's face. But as soon as her face merged into a smile, a grin broke out on Percy's face.

Sally helped Percy up and carried him to the nearby chair. She picked him up and rested him on her lap.

"Sweetie, we have to go to school." Sally spoke with a kind tender laced in her voice.

"But I don't wanna!" Percy said stubbornly. Sally raised an eyebrow and a smirk twitched on her lips.

"Why not? It will be fun! You get to meet new people and learn!" Percy made a gag face at the word 'learn'.

"I still don't want to go." Percy folded his arms and pouted.

"Why?" Sally asked, curiosity dancing in her eyes.

"I'm scared. What if they make fun of my name?" Sally pushed back his messy black hair and looked at him in the eye; his ocean eyes sparking.

Percy looked like he was on the edge of breaking down. Sally knows this has happened to him and it pains her to think about it.

"They won't. I named you Perseus for a reason. So you can have a wonderful ending like in the myths. I promise you that." Sally reassured him and watched her son suck a breath.

She gave him a genuine smile and bounced him on her lap. Percy shocked her by giving her a warm embraced. Of course, Sally returned it. Percy kissed Sally on the cheek and gave her one tighter squeeze.

"I love you mommy." Percy said as he embraced his mother in a hug.

"I love you mommy." Percy repeated as it was Sally's turn to almost break down with tears.

"Do I still have to go to school?" Percy asked sweetly.

"Yes." Sally hitched, though she was amused at her son's attempt.

"So it didn't work?" Percy asked, bummed out.

"You got that right!" She smirked.

Sally put Percy downs and held his hand. She guided the young Percy Jackson to the car.

As soon as Sally was on the road and minutes away from school, a thought occurred to her.

"Did you remember your box of crayons?" Percy's eyes bulged out and he started to sweat. He was twisting the seat belt on his car seat and started biting his lip.

"Uhh, Ye-Yes!" He nervously lied. Sally raised an eyebrow at her son but let it slide.

We all know Perseus Jackson forgot his box of crayons.

Now, aside from the Jackson Residence, the Chase Dwelling is far more…What's the word? Oh that's right…Quiet.

Right on the heart of Manhattan though behind the Jackson's house, a modern, starling and grand house was planted . The house seems to resemble the Parthenon with its Greek style pillars holding the tongue roof. Although, the house did have some modern tweaks. The brick tiles were made of smoky gray colors. Some chimneys were brilliantly disguised as small pillars. Assorted flowers were patched everywhere on the roof. Last but not least, the master piece of the house: A crystal, silver-like the moon owl; the Chase's prized possession which was passed down from generation to generation and was dug deep into the wonders of a hidden, precious crystal cave.

The house was perfect and the residents were perfect. Sure they were freakishly smart and can be mistaken as aliens because of their…Uhh..un-stupidity but aside from that…they were perfect!

As you step inside their home, you already know the Chases are successful. Picture this. A whole 'trophy' case was not only filled with trophies-obviously-, crystal and mob of precious gems were skillfully carved into a whole line of significant architectures from around the world. Yes. They are rich. Very rich.

Though, with all the success flourishing through Frederick Chase and Athena Chase's veins, could they possibly have influenced their 4 year old daughter, Annabeth Chase?

Yes, to answer your question, yes.

Deep inside Annabeth's beautiful room stacks thousands of blueprints swarming up the floor. Many books were placed on a wooden bookshelf that was soaring high up to the ceiling. You can break your neck from looking up. It's abnormal to even think a four year old is insanely smart!

"Annabeth! Get your books and crayons ready! I'm driving you to school now honey!" Annabeth's mother, Athena chirped, calling out to her daughter.

Annabeth quickly tied her blonde ringlets into a messy ponytail and flattened out her uniform. She sent a quick response of agreement to her mother and bounces her way down the stairs. Annabeth meets with her mother at the kitchen table.

Athena smiled at her daughter and made a tsk-tsk sound. "Oh dear, your hair."

Annabeth gave her mom a sheepishly smile as she approaches her.

Athena clutches on her daughters hair and twists it into a neat ponytail, wrapping it with a band and letting it drop on her back.

"There! Neat," Athena smiled and strokes Annabeth's back. "Now we're awfully late. Let's go drop you off at school."

Annabeth bounced her head and hopped off her chair. She excitedly strides to their family car and buckle her self in.

"Do you have your stuff honey?" Athena asked, keeping her eyes on the road.

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "Of course." She scoffed, her backpack set in her hands.

All the seats are occupied by a young girl or boy. Though not all students are sitting still and politely in their chairs.

The chairs and the desks are neatly distributed in rows all facing towards the blackboard.

There sits Mr. Jackson, fighting and tapping his foot impatiently.

As his teacher was giving a lesson on colors, he paid no attention and drifted his eyes elsewhere.

He saw 2 twin brothers, shooting spit balls at annoyed students and a red headed girl, her nose up and watching intently at the teacher.

Impatiently, Percy turned and whispered to the spiky haired girl. "Hey." he greeted, his green eyes boring at her electric ones.

"What do you want?" The girl hissed, her jet black hair sweeping back and forth as the wind picks it up.

"I'm Percy." He pressed, not allowing her rudeness to annoy him.

"Thalia." She nodded, kicking his foot and smirking at the annoyance on Percy's face.

A young boy sitting on the left side of Percy whipped his attention to the two and tapped both of them, careful not to get caught.

"Hey. You're gonna get caught!" The boy whispered, his messy brown hair draping over his matching eyes.

Thalia rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulder. "So?" She retorted, nudging Percy's shoe again.

The boy sighed, pushing his beanie back. "You're gonna get in trouble!"

"Can it, Grover." Thalia hissed, flicking her hair to the side.

Percy took Grover's advice and positioned himself to face his teacher.

"Ha! You see that? Percy listened to me!" Grover taunted and mocked Thalia teasingly.

Thalia slapped Grover's arm, nearly hitting Percy and switched her attention towards her fiddling hands.

"Alright! Now it's time for colouring time! But let's make this more exciting...a competition. Who can colour the nicest! Isn't that fun, kids?" The teacher, Ms. G politely asks the kids, letting a boom of cheers escape.

Ms. G smiled "Now take out your crayons!"

Percy's eyes bulged out and a panic expression spreaded on his face. He quickly changed his state of distress to look like as if he knows what he's doing and followed the rest of his classmates in their search for some crayons.

"Alright! Pick up the sheets under your desk and begin!" Ms. G commenced leaving Percy surprised.

Percy looks around, rapidly and faked his colouring. But his ADHD starts to kick in, causing him to be impatient in this small classroom.

Percy nervously raises his hand, and looked at his teacher innocently. Ms. G nods at him, and gave him her full attention.

"I, err...I forgot my crayons." Percy smiled sheepishly, bringing down his shoulders and shrinking down.

Ms. G raises her eyebrow, making a sound of disapproval. She sighed and shook her head in annoyance. "Okay, okay. Mr. Jackson here forgot his crayons!" Ms. G taunted Percy making his stomach stir in anger. Ms. G's comment sent the class in a laughing fit, banging Percy with the name calling and the teasing.

"Now who has some extra crayons for Percy to borrow?" Ms. G asks, still smirking. Percy was flushed, heating with embarrassed as the whole class was out against him; except for a few and one special grey-eyed girl.

The girl whips her hand up, looking proud and disgusted by the rest of her classmates. "I do, Ms. G"

Ms. G nods at her, and pushed Percy to approach her. Percy twitched his head back and shot her a glare and drags himself to the girl.

"Hi. I'm Percy." He mutters to the girl, remembering his manners.

"Annabeth." The girl nodded and pulled a seat for Percy to sit.

"Here. Share with me." Annabeth pushes her box of crayons to the middle, in between her and Percy.

Percy's eyes bulged out and turned his head to look at Annabeth in amazement. "No way. You got the 64 pack?"

Annabeth nodded and smiled triumphal. "Mhhm. With a sharpener included and everything."

"Whoa. I want one!" Percy whined, eyeing the box as if it as the last meal on Earth.

"I'm pretty lucky aren't I?" Annabeth smirks, sending Percy to shoot her a jealousy glare.

Percy bobs his head furiously. "YEAH! And I get to share this baby with you," He cooed, stroking the crayons. "I tried sharing with that spiky hair girl, but she shooed me off!"

Annabeth chuckled. "You mean Thalia? Well, Thals is like that."

"I think she's a lot like that quiet kid." Percy stated, looking at the two smashing their precious crayons.

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "You mean Nico? You don't talk to a lot of people don't you?"

Percy shrugged. "I talked to that Grover kid."

Annabeth smiled and coloured on. She put the colours down and admired her picture. She then turns her body to look at Percy who was colouring out of line.

'What a disaster!' Annabeth mused disapprovingly.

"I don't think Ms. G likes me." Percy mumbles, caught in a trance and focused his attention on his sheet.

"Ehh. I don't like her either. She's too uptight and rude." Annabeth agreed, sharpening her pencil.

Percy nodded his head in agreement.

"Just like that Nancy person." Annabeth added.

Percy grinned. "I like you." Leaving Annabeth with a smile dancing on her face.

And that my friends is how a beautiful friendship started, all because of a box of crayons.

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~LAD