Hi again, as you can guess I am writing another fan fiction story. I really only like Percy and Annabeth stories so that I who I am going to write about, if you don't like it don't read it. Simple as that. Okay so in my story: Annabeth is coming to visit Percy in New York for a normal week. Well since half-bloods don't have normal weeks it turns into a disaster. There is jealousy, crime and a prank that isn't at all funny. Please review and enjoy. Always in Annabeth's POV and they are seventeen. (after the war)

I don't own the rights to the PJO books so don't expect me to say I do.

Chapter 1:

I was throwing things in my bag like there was no tomorrow. Anything I touched was thrust into my open suit case. My dad was impatiently honking the car horn, urging me to hurry up. Shut up, I wanted to scream but I didn't because then he might not drive me to New York. I wasn't going to miss visiting Percy because of something as stupid as telling my dad to shut up. I rushed over to my window and shouted to my dad:

"Hang on! I am coming!"

I didn't wait for an answer but instead continued to set the worlds fastest packing record. I threw a brush my tooth brush plus some tooth paste into it. I glided over to my dresser and grabbed some jeans and t-shirts with the added fancy shirt here and there. I also threw some miscellaneous things in my bag then quickly zipped it up. I flung the bag over my shoulder then run out to the car where my irritated father was waiting.

"What took you so long?" my father asked obviously annoyed.

"Sorry, I was packing," I apologized throwing my bag in the back seat.

We didn't talk much, me and my dad, ever not just on the ride to Percy's apartment. See, my father and I aren't close. He doesn't understand me and the reasons why I hate my stepmother so much. He is like a puppet in her little show. I turned up the radio so that I didn't have to talk to my dad. Don't get me wrong, I loved my dad but it was hard to tell him things. The closest person I had to a parent is Sally Jackson, Percy's mother. Even my own mother didn't understand me. I sighed. I think I was born into the wrong family-not the half-blood family but my mortal family.

I was staying at Percy's for the week and you could say I was excited. Percy and I haven't seen each other for a long time. If my calculations are correct, which they usually are, we haven't talked since the day we left camp after the war. Wow that was a long time ago, I thought.

Just as I was settling into a nap when my dad turned down the radio. Oh boy, I thought, here comes the speech.

"Honey, we need to talk," dad started.

I slapped my forehead then sat up.

I decided to play dumb, "What do you need dad."

"I know you would usually talk about this with a mother but yours is busy..." now he was just blubbering.

"Dad," I said getting it over with, "Percy and I are just friend, nothing more. You don't need to give me 'the talk' trust me Percy isn't like that."

I heard a sigh of relief then the radio volume slowly returning to where it formally was. I laid my head back down then fell asleep.


We were almost there, I could feel it. The big buildings of New York were passing my window. Every apartment building that I saw, the more excited I got. I was about to fall asleep again until my dad's car came to a stop. I sat up so fast I got a head rush. We finally made it. His apartment building was sweet. It was a white building with cute flower boxes under the windows. I reminded me of Sally. I pushed the door open, grabbed my bag then ran up to room 6B, Percy's room.

I knocked on the door anticipating to see Percy but to my surprise Paul answered the door.

"Hello Paul," I politely said.

"Hello Annabeth, welcome to the new building," Paul said gesturing toward the living room.

The white couch was placed five feet away from the T.V and in between those was a beautiful antique coffee table with lavender tulips. Right across from the living room was the kitchen. The green marble counter tops complemented the white cabinets perfectly. There was yellow sunflowers on the island counter with a side of blue cookies. Next to the kitchen was a bedroom which I could only guess was the master because it didn't smell like teenage boy. Down the hallway was another room and I guess that was Percy's.

"Annabeth!" Sally exclaimed running out of her room.

She pulled me into a tight hug, very motherly. She kissed my head the pulled me away. I could tell she was looking at how much I grew, they all did.

"You have gotten to tall!" She said which I didn't really understand because I hadn't grown an inch since the last time she saw me.

"You are so pretty, I bet every guy at school drools over you," Sally pointed out making my cheeks flush a bright shade of red.

"Mom stop embarrassing her," a tall sea-green eyed person that looked a whole lot like Percy said.

"Sorry honey she is just so beautiful," She said giving me another hug.

"Thank you, Sally," I thanked my face still red.

I turned toward Percy and smiled; I can swear he stopped breathing, then again I do have a great imagination. I laughed.

"Hey Seaweed brain," I said giving him a hug.

"Welcome to my humble abode Wise girl," Percy said walking me into his room.

I have to say that it was pretty taken care of. It looked exactly like his cabin. There was a small-ish bed with sea green sheets and off white pillows. An egg white desk was pushed up against a corner filled with books, a computer and scattered papers. He had a wooden dresser across from his bed with a lamp covered in sells sitting on top of it. Also sitting on his dresser was his camp necklace, the bracelet I made him after the war and a half eaten sandwich. I said it was pretty taken care not perfectly taken care of.

"Do you clean up your own room?" I asked pointing toward the sandwich, trying not to laugh.

"I, uh, was going to eat that?" he said unsure making me laugh.

Percy walked over to the sandwich and threw it in the trash.

"That's what I thought," I said laughing.

"Well, what have you seen of New York?" Percy asked sitting the edge of his neatly made bed.

"Besides camp, nothing," I admitted kind of disappointed in myself.

"That won't do will it? Come on, I want to show you something," Percy grabbed my hand and pulled me out of his room, into the kitchen.

"Percy, where are you going?" Sally asked mixing noodles with sauce.

"Taking Annabeth to the beach, don't wait up," Percy yelled into a slammed door half way down the stairs in the street.

"The beach?" I asked when Percy started walking.

"You'll see," Percy teased with a playful smile on his lips.

AN: Did you like it? Hate it? Flame me all you want-I like s'mores.