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Hey there and welcome to the first chapter of my new story 'In Time'! The first few chapters may start of short, but they will get progressively longer as I go along. Thanks for giving my story a chance and happy reading! :) ... Sorry for sounding so perky, but I'm just so damn excited!

Disclaimer: I do not own Perseus Jackson. All rights to Rick Riordan.

Chapter 1: The Neighbor

Percy

"Well... This sucks."

"Come on Perce, it's not that bad" my best friend, Nico di Angelo, reassures me.

"Yeah sure" I respond while rolling my eyes. "I still can't believe my dad cut me off."

"Dude, that was a pretty bad stunt you pulled. Plus, you need to get out of the limelight. You're sending way too much bad publicity to Atlantis Records."

I angrily drop the last box in the living room. "Whatever man. I don't care about my dad's stupid record label. I only care about one thing and that's music."

"Yeah Perce I know" Nico says while putting on his jacket. "I don't need to hear the whole 'music dream' again. I gotta go meet up with Jason, but I'll catch you later."

"Ok, thanks again for helping me move my stuff."

He waves it off. "Yeah , yeah. Just buy me McDonald's and we'll call it even."

Nico leaves as I slump onto the couch and look around my new house. In one word, it stinks. I miss my old place with newly bought furniture, a mini bar, and a state of the art recording system. I was living perfectly fine until my dad, Poseidon, decided to stop paying for my expenses. Yeah ok, I get that throwing a crazy ass party in his apartment as revenge was a little out of line, but he didn't even get fined that much! Now, I'm stuck in a house that looks like it was previously owned by a cat obsessed grandmother. Definitely not my style.

You want to know the worst part? I have to work for him. Yeah, that's right. I have to work for the stupid bastard who won't even spare three minutes of his time to listen to one of my songs. The irony of it all is that my job is to search for undiscovered talent in the amazing city that is New York. That shouldn't be too hard right? Wrong.

To make sure I don't screw up, Poseidon developed a series of tests that said musician has to pass. They have to attain gigs and attract larger crowds from each gig. Once Poseidon thinks they're ready, they will open for someone in a concert and if they perform well, he'll sign them. It's a long process and I would become the manager of the musician through it all. So long story short, the guy or girl will get to live their dreams while I just stand by and watch.

All I've ever wanted to do was play music ever since... Well, the details aren't important. What matters is that music is my life. I love it. I've dedicated everything to it and have come up empty. What's even more frustrating is that my dad owns a fucking record label and he refuses to at least listen to one of my songs!

I sigh as I head upstairs and start unpacking my belongings in my new room. There isn't much since I basically sold almost everything that I owned to buy this stupid house. Except for my recording system, that thing is my baby. I was about to hang up some of my pants when I suddenly heard yelling coming from outside my window.

I look out to see a blonde girl yelling at the top of her lungs. She's screaming at a tall guy with sandy blonde hair and man, does the guy look scared. I'm not usually an eavesdropper, but this scene looks incredibly amusing, so I open the window.

"I can't believe you fucking cheated on me!" she screams. Damn... Bad move dude. I take a closer look at the girl and gods, it was a really bad move. From what I can see, that girl is freaking smokin'. If he doesn't want her, I'll take her any day.

"I'm sorry!" he pleads "It was an accident I swear!" Oh man, wrong answer bro.

"An accident?!" she shrieks "So you both just tripped and all of your clothes just fell off from the impact? Oh it totally makes sense now! Why didn't I think of that before?"

The girl storms to her house, but not before the guy grabs her hand and kisses her. Is this guy asking for a death wish? The girl pushes him away and punches him right in the face. The guys falls to the floor as she yells "Fuck off Luke! We're done! Now get the hell off my property!"

Well, at least I know who my new neighbor is. A hot single blonde who can throw a mean right hook. If I ever run out of flour, remind me to not ask her.

Two hours later, once I had finally settled into my house, I decided to get the creative juices flowing and start writing a new song. I started thinking about the blonde chick and her legendary break-up with Luke the cheater. Maybe I'll write a song about them called 'Accidental Sex'. I chuckled to myself at the idea of it becoming a chart topping hit. Gods I need a life.

Just then, loud angry music started blaring through the walls. I didn't recognize the band since all I heard was muffled singing. I tried to ignore it and concentrate on the new song that I had to write for my gig in a few weeks, but it was just too damn loud! I knew this girl must have been sad and angry about her break-up, but her obnoxiously overbearing music was pissing me off.

I stormed out of my house and rang her doorbell, ready to give her a piece of my mind. The music abruptly stopped and the door opened. The girl stood in front of me with her eyes red and an annoyed look on her face. I had opened my mouth to say something, but my voice got caught in my throat.

She was undeniably gorgeous. Her long curly hair shone in the light and her skin was so tan she looked like a classic Californian girl. Her cheeks were rosy and her lips were full, not that I was staring at her mouth or anything. But her eyes, although they were rimmed with red from crying most likely, were her best feature. They were a beautiful stormy grey that held so much intensity it made my knees slightly buckle.

"What?"

Oh shit she was talking to me! I shook myself out my daze and desperately tried to remember what I came here for. Was it about flour?

"Look buddy, I've got better things to do than have you stand there and stare at me like an idiot. So what is it you want?"

"Well someone had their serving of bitch flakes this morning."

She narrowed her eyes at me. "Excuse me? What did you say?"

Mayday! Mayday! Do you want to get punched in the face?

"I mean, what I meant to say was: Hi, I'm Percy Jackson. You're new neighbor who would very much like it if you would lower your angry screamo music down."

Her eyes suddenly widened and her skin turned almost pale. Her mouth slightly dropped open and I held back a snarky remark about her attracting flies since she looked at me like I had just came back from the dead. This girl was weird.

"Uh hello?" I said while waving my hand in her face "This is the part where you say your name and agree to turn the music down."

She looked away from me, but I could tell that she was blushing. "Sorry, I'll turn down the music." She then closed the door in my face.

Although she was extremely attractive, that girl was strange beyond belief. I don't know why she was so freaked out from my introduction, but there was something that bothered me even more. That girl was sort of familiar. She kind of reminded me of-

No. It couldn't be her. After all they're so different. She's cute with glasses, braces, and a stutter, while my neighbor is jaw droppingly gorgeous with a 'don't mess with me' attitude. Plus she's probably living somewhere in Florida right now doing some fancy job.

But their eyes. They looked so much alike. Almost identical... No. There's no way.

My neighbor is most certainly not Annabeth Chase.

Author's Note:

So, tell me what you think so far through reviews. I have many ideas for this story, and I will update as soon as I can (which will most likely be when I'm back from vacation).

Until next time fellow demigods!