McDonald's

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Percy's p.o.v.

My phone goes off.

I groan, and rollover in bed. It's almost midnight, but all thoughts of the time escape my head when I see who texted. The name on the screen flashes.

Wise Girl Chase

We need to talk.

Percy J

... why...?

I'm scared.

Wise Girl Chase

I'm glad. Can you sneak out?

Percy J

DUDE. I WAS SLEEPING IT'S MIDNIGHT WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?

Wise Girl Chase

I want to talk.

Percy J

Oh really? I sure couldn't have figured that out.

Wise Girl Chase

I can sense that your voice is dripping with sarcasm even through the screen. Can you sneak out?

Percy J

I guess. Where should I meet you?

Wise Girl Chase

That McDonald's near your apartment.

Percy J

Will it be open?

Wise Girl Chase

This is New York City. It's always open.

Percy J

Alright Wise Girl, see ya there

Wise Girl Chase

You*

Percy J

ANNABETH-


Five minutes later, she still hasn't gotten back to me. I guess I'm going to get some midnight McDonald's.

I throw a hoodie on over my bare chest, and pull a pair of sweat pants on over my pajama pants.

Why on earth am I doing this?

If I get caught, I'm dead. And  mean I'm pretty sure my mom will actually flay me alive.

Well, it doesn't look great, does it? I get caught sneaking out at midnight to go to a restaurant with a pretty girl my mom doesn't know.

Yeah, I'm going to have to be careful.

I throw some pillows under my blanket to make it look like I'm still there (I've seen it work in movies), set an alarm on my phone to make sure I get back before three A.M., and make sure to close the window behind me when I crawl out onto the fire escape.

When I hit the ground I pull my hood over my face, so if my mom happened to look out the window, instead of seeing me, she'd see just your casual everyday NYC mugger.

It takes me about five minutes to walk to the McDonald's, and when I get there, Annabeth is already waiting for me, in all of her grey eyed curly haired glory.

"Well it took you long enough," she rolls her eyes and shoves a tray of food at me when I sit down at the table.

"I had to mom-proof my room!" I say defensively, grabbing a handful of french fries.

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