Sorry its been awhile. Still working on my other stories, and honestly, I have had so many ideas flooding my mind of what I could do with Rick's characters, I think my head is going to explode.

Anyways, enjoy! This one is a little different than the others. Also, its 3rd person pov, but it varies between the 3 characters.

Details~

Book: Non-existent

Setting: Set after Heroes of Olympus

Pairing: Percy/Nancy friendship : Percabeth

Song: Sk8er boy - Avril Lavigne (I couldn't think of anything else that would match this one)

Title: No Way

Annabeth sighed, glancing irately at the watch clasped on her wrist. Figures her boyfriend would be late in picking her up from her school in San Francisco. She huffed, grudgingly understanding that he was coming in from New York; also the small fact he couldn't take a plane...

Bored, she shifted to the other side of her hip. It was times like this when she became antsy. Tarturus had done a great deal of damage to her nerves, and if Percy didn't show soon, she was surely to experience another relapse.

Breathing deeply, she shut her eyes and clasped her school books to her chest, drowning the sounds of mortal's chatter as school-mates flood out of the building.

"Hey Annabeth."

The daughter of Athena turned to see one of her mortal friends, a girl who happened to look very similar to her Oracle of a friend. Carrot colored hair with orange dots splattering like paint across her small curved nose, a straight smile having been fixed with brackets and wires of braces, pink lips that curled, and red frizzy hair tied in a loose pony-tail.

She was nice, Annabeth had decided, they were still strangers in a sense, but spent two classes casually chatting. "Hi Nancy."

Nancy tilted her head, shouldering a red and blue back-pack and curiosity sparkling in emerald eyes. "Is your dad running late?"

"No, my boyfriend is coming in from New York and is supposed to be here. He probably just ran into some monst...er...traffic."

The red-head smiled teasingly. "I didn't know you had a boyfriend."

The blonde tried and failed to fight a blush. "Yeah. One year this weekend, but I've known him since I was twelve."

"Aw!" Nancy gushed, "that's so cute! Can I meet him?"

Annabeth shrugged, a gleam of pride showing as she looked down at her feet. "Sure."

Before another word could be put between them, a loud roar of an engine screamed at the sidewalk they stood on, and almost as though it'd appeared out of nowhere, a sleek black Harley Davidson motorcycle was parked not five feet away from them.

A boy hopped off his ride, wearing no protection; only an ocean blue V neck and dark-washed jeans that narrowed at the ankles. Messy black hair that fell just over the brim of his eyes and an olive beach tan covered his skin. He trotted over to them, an apology shining in brilliant sea-green eyes.

"Hey Wise-girl, sorry I'm late. I got held up with a hoard of stupid telkh...oof!"

Whatever the boy had been about to say, was cut off by a nudge of an elbow that lightly met his gut. Annabeth gave him a pointed look, "Percy," she stressed his name in a warning, and Nancy pretended not to notice the glance thrown her way. "I want you to meet my friend Nancy. Nancy, my boyfriend; Percy Jackson."

Time froze. Skin flushed.

No. It couldn't be.

Nancy went wide eyed.

A sudden image of a scrawny, thin boned, and short ADHD, dyslexic annoyance sprang to mind as she took in the sight before her.

Percy. Freakin'. Jackson.

Percy flashed a smile that faded after a moments time, as a look of confusion creased his brow.

And he had the audacity to look adorable while doing so.

Tilting his head in a canine-fashion, he gave a lopsided sheepish grin that almost made her freckles ignite red with the way dazzling eyes watched her. "I'm sorry, you look familiar. Nancy was it?"

She was too stiff to speak, even giving a curt nod was far too much movement for her spinning head.

But there was no need to, for slowly, she saw disbelief crawl over his expression and twist his pleasant features into pure shock.

Silence.

Annabeth, fidgeting by the amount of attention her boyfriend was feeding towards her mortal friend, Who also just so happens to be a red head with green eyes. Ugh, typical, she frowned and spoke up with obvious caution. "Uh, am I missing something? You two know each other or something?"

His girlfriend's suspicious tone seemed to snap him out of his trance. Blinking, Nancy was still scared stock still, but what caught her off guard even more, was the rebellious and somewhat amused grin that broke across his face as he continued to stare at her.

He didn't answer Annabeth however, instead shook his head laughing. It was almost a crazy laugh, one still filled with complete and utter denial. "No way. No freakin' way. Nancy Bobofit? You're here? Friends with my girlfriend? No. Way."

Hearing her name dance off his lips without the usual twelve-year old sneer of disgust, shifted her out of her statue demeanor. Finally, she responded, but she couldn't stop the smile from stretching her pink lips. His was contagious, she noted.

"If it isn't little Percy Jackson," she let out a chuckle. "I can't believe it. I don't believe it. I thought you either died, were thrown into a pit, or just plain got sent off to military camp."

Suddenly, his laughing sobered, a serious look flashed across his ocean irises, sending a warning glance to the blonde at his side, before flashing a strained smile. "In a way, all three of those did happen."

This confused Nancy to no end, but the boy...er...man now, had always been different. Now, only, after everything she had been through, she realized it was a good kind of different.

It was intriguing, to say the least. She had changed, that she knew. After several therapy sessions, the death of her father, she had turned around her life, who she was. And now, almost five years later, he had changed as well.

He was defiantly attractive, she mused. Defined muscles, good style, and from the way she noticed Annabeth edged at his side protectively, as well as his clasped hand to hers, obviously in love.

Yet he wasn't holding a grudge; almost like he had already gone through hell and back and it really didn't matter anymore.

Almost like he envied the moments he was younger, the times when all he had to worry about was the frizzy haired bully who consistently slicked peanut butter at his best friend and got him in trouble with teachers.

A smile broke Nancy's face. "It...was nice seeing you Jackson. I'll talk to you...later I guess. Annabeth, you'll have to tell me on Monday if your boyfriend still likes peanut butter."

She caught the wink he sent her, feeling gratefulness bubble inside her that he didn't hate her guts.

The blonde haired girl, looking thoroughly confused, nodded. "Bye Nancy. See you."

As she turned to leave, she nodded towards the motorcycle still sputtering at the edge of the sidewalk. "Nice bike."

She walked away smiling, hearing a conversation fade away.

Percy sounded confused. "Is she talking about BlackJack?"

She could picture gray eyes rotating exasperatedly. "Of course Seaweed Brain. Now come on and lets go. I think you have a story to tell on the way to you mom's apartment."

"Yes dear."

Nancy shook her head.

No way.

Can anyone point out all the references? Example: Annebeth's grudge over a redhead, the name of the bike.) kinda all rather obvious isn't it?)