This Boy Is Ruining My Life (Percabeth AU/FanFiction)

1 - I Was Apart Of A Celebrity Ritual (It Was Not My Fault, Surprisingly)

ANNABETH'S POV:

My nightmare started like this: I was at a concert, which was weird, because I've never been to one. A guy with blonde hair and bright blue eyes stood on the stage. He was playing a blue guitar decorated with pictures of tridents and waves. He was wearing a supercasual outfit for someone performing on a stage in front of millions. It was a simple Gray T-shirt with a black leather jacket and baggy jeans.

Despite his weirdly casual outfit, everyone was chanting his name, which seemed to be Achilles. I recognized his name as a famous male singer. It kind of weirded me out that I was dreaming about a singer I've never listened to. Well, his songs are very famous, so i've heard some on the radio, but i've never actively tried to listen to his music.

There were fan girls and guys alike screaming and having a phenomenal time. They were acting like this was the best day of their life, like there was nothing better than this. He was singing a song called, "Perseus." It seemed to be about a boy hiding his life from everyone. I got a strong feeling that it was him talking about himself. I got to admit, his voice was angelic. He had this beautiful baritone voice that mixed perfectly with the music, with every word he was saying being backed up by the track or guitar he was playing.

It was a simple concert without much lighting or flashing glitters, though it seemed just as beautiful or as extravagant as any other. The entire time, he was looking at the audience like they were his best friends. Like he loved each and every one of them deeply, the way you would look at your childhood best friend.

Then he stared straight at me throughout the entire crowd. He pointed at me as soon as he said the words, "I hid it from someone I love." Everyone turned to me, staring and pointing at me. They repeated the lyrics like a ritual chant. their faces turned slack, long, and ghostly.

You see, I have no interest in being a part of a celebrity ritual. So this naturally freaked me out. There was no more concert, just a pitch black void and creepy voices. Suddenly, Achilles was right in front of me. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down. He kept pointing at me, staring deadly daggers into my eyes. Slowly, the crowd started disappearing until it was just me and Achilles in a lonely room. I don't exactly remember how his features changed, but they changed. He stopped singing, and the music stopped with his voice.

He chuckled like I had just fallen down, and we were best friends.

"Come on, Annie!" He said.

The microphone and guitar he was holding disappeared, and he held out his hand, like he was helping me to get up. I was relieved the creepy voices had gone away. I do not recommend being in the center of a ritual. 0/10 experience. I reached for his hand, but right when our hands were about to touch, he started fading away too, and I woke up.

Thankfully, I wasn't at a concert anymore. I was just in my normal bedroom, bed, and life. I yawned and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, little details of my nightmare slowly slipping away from my memory. I looked over to my clock on my bedside, It showed that I had 1 hour before school started. I got up and did my usual routine. Taking a shower, brushing my teeth, picking out my outfit, etc.

Something motivated me to put a little bit more care in my outfit, as I usually wear casual clothing. I settled on a simple sweater and plaid skirt. I had brown tights on with ankle warmers and knee-high socks. I had a few accessories on including a scarf and a bunch of jewelry. The weather was going to be cold, If you didn't notice by me wearing a sweater and a scarf. The entire outfit had a color scheme of lavender, regular purple, and gray. I felt that the Gray complimented my eyes, and the purple--I just felt like wearing that day.

That's when I realized I put on makeup. I seemed to do it subconsciously. I didn't usually wear makeup. I never had the motivation or time. Something was urging me to try for my outfit today. Like I'd be meeting someone important. I did appreciate it, though, cause I looked really cute. I looked into my bathroom mirror and saw a girl with blonde hair and natural honey curls. She had stormy gray eyes and relatively clear skin. Her golden jewelry matched her warm complexion. It took me a little bit to realize that this girl was me. Then, I felt very confident with my outfit and looks.