Percabeth Oneshots

The Boy on Seat 16

A/N: This story is going to be a little different...Because it's my first reader request! YAY! Prompt credit goes to TheFunnyAnnoyingDude over on Fanfiction.net! Also TYSM for 100 views!!!! 

Annabeth swears that she takes the hectic 25 minutes long train ride just because of her job, and it has nothing to do with the cute guy with a beautiful voice and guitar who sits next to her on the train.

As she gets lost in his angelic voice and soft strumming, she remembers the first time they met...

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The morning started terribly. Annabeth forgot her purse at work the day before, and in it was her phone, credit card, and license. And to top it all off, her taxi driver was a complete moron.

"65 sweetheart. Take it or leave it."

"But I only have $50 on me!"

"Do you take apple pay?" Annabeth wanted to punch the stupid smirk off his face.

"Like I told you, for the hundredth time," Annabeth gritted her teeth, "I forgot my purse at work! So I can't do apple pay or use my credit card-I only have $50! GET THAT IN YOUR GODDAMN HEAD!"

He narrowed his eyes at her. "Well, if you're gonna have an attitude, you're not getting a ride." He flipped her off and sped off into the distance.

Annabeth's jaw dropped. How could someone be so despicable? Screw taxi drivers. I'm never getting in a cab again.

And that's how she found herself on a train to Central Manhattan.

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Plopping into a random seat, Annabeth buried her face in her hands. Could this day get any worse?

"Um...miss? I think that's my seat." Apparently it could.

She glared at her intruder, but her gaze softened seeing his face. Annabeth would be lying if she said she didn't find him attractive. He had windswept raven hair, sparkling sea green eyes, and toned arms holding a wooden guitar. She was suddenly aware of her own terrible appearance: her hair was frazzled, undereyes a dark purple, and clothes misshapen.

The guitar boy looked at the girl in his seat: she looked like she hadn't gotten any sleep last night, but her eyes were the most beautiful ones he had ever seen. They were sharp and held a powerful gaze as she studied him.

"Sorry," Annabeth muttered, moving to the next seat. The boy sat in her seat: seat 16.

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After that, they fell into a cycle. Every day, she would sit on seat 17, and a few minutes later, the boy sat on seat 16. Every day, he strummed his guitar, singing about some beauty with gorgeous eyes. Whenever he sang, everyone on the train stopped and listened to him. It's literally like they were in a Disney movie. She snickered to herself: maybe she should submit this to Disney's writers' room. What would she call it...? Boy on Seat 16. Or Heartbroken Girl on Seat 17.

Heartbroken because she knows the girl he's writing about is probably some curvy girl with perfect hair and blue eyes. Annabeth doesn't know who this lucky girl is, but a part of her wants to find her and strangle her. Sometimes she gets the feeling that the guy is singing for her, but that's just her wishful thinking.

"Blonde hair falls just above her shoulder,

Looks like she's 22 or older,

With blazing bright eyes that look so wise,

I'm obsessed with her, and you can't blame me for it."

A/N: The tune is to Olivia Rodrigo's song Never Be Like Her.

She had blonde hair right? And she was 23...but the last two lines always threw her off. With her permanent sleep deprivation, her eyes looked droopy and tired, not blazing. And why would he be obsessed with her? He didn't even know her name! Well, she didn't know his name, but that didn't stop her...

The boy with the guitar looked at the girl next to him. He tried to steal looks at her when she was looking away because gods, she was beautiful. He tried to tell her in his song: blonde hair, older than 22, and blazing eyes. But, she never got the hint. Maybe he should change it to blazing gray eyes...

The train lurched to a halt. Annabeth gulped. This part always made her nervous. She got up from her seat and crossed the aisle. Guitar boy's leg brushed hers and her face flushed. She scrambled across the seats quicker now, hoping he didn't notice her pink face. He noticed.

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That went on for two weeks. It was comfortable, easy. Annabeth knew that one day, he wouldn't come on this train again and she'd have to pluck up her courage before that fateful day. But what if he said no? She'd rather have their odd relationship than risk rejection. She was pondering this when the train started moving. And guitar boy wasn't on Seat 16.

"Stop! Stop the train!" she yelled. "STOP!"

"What the hell's your problem?" the conductor said angrily.

"The-the guitar boy's not here!"

The conductor sighed. He'd been through his fair share of New York crazies, but this was new. "Ma'am," he said slowly, trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice, "do you know this guitar boy?"

"Um... no, but-"

"Then sit down!" he screamed. Stupid New Yorkers. One day, he was going to move to Kansas and live in peace.

Annabeth sank into her seat. Where was he? The other passengers were jittery too. It was as if the guitar boy kept them all calm...and now he was gone. And he was probably never coming back. Annabeth blinked back her tears. How dare he? How dare he not tell me he was leaving? And how could I not tell him how I felt? Frustrated, worried, and angry, Annabeth let the tears drip down her cheek.

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The next day, he didn't come. He wasn't there the day after that, or the day after that. A whole week passed, and he didn't come. She couldn't bear it anymore. The memory of him was too painful. Even if she already bought her ticket, Annabeth turned around to walk home.

As she turned around, she saw a familiar tuft of black hair...it couldn't be...His sea green eyes and wooden guitar revealed themselves as she sped forward. Her heart pounded in her chest...was it really.

"SEAT 16!" Annabeth screamed at him and pinned him to the platform wall. "HOW DARE YOU-YOU JUST DISAPPEAR LIKE THAT AND NOT TELL ME AND I WAS SO WORRIED AND-ONE WEEK AND-"

Guitar boy was so shocked, he just let Seat 17 pin him and scream. He couldn't help but think she looked hot when she screamed. Her gray eyes darkened and her skin turned pink....his insides squirmed.

"I'm so sorry! I caught the flu really bad, so I had to take a week off..." then he had a sudden burst of courage...he winked. "Didn't know you missed me so much."

Annabeth blushed to the roots of her hair, "Shut up," she muttered.

Seat 16 chuckled heartily. He decided to ride this sudden wave of courage, "How about you give me your number so I can tell you whenever I'm not taking the train...?" He held out his phone.

Annabeth looked up at him, heart pounding in her chest. Hands sweating, she took the phone and entered her number. "I'll put my real name so you don't have to call me Seat 17." she teased.

Seat 16 grinned. "I'll do the same."

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The second Annabeth got home, she checked the guitar boy's contact. Percy. His name was Percy.