A disastrous date results in a chance encounter. How will Percy and Annabeth's story unfold, set against the background of a titalating New York?
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It was surprising how much her life changed in a day. She'd explored Central Park, had the best lunch of her life, and laughed more than she had in years.
And it was all because of one, Percy Jackson.
Which is why she didn't bother hesitating when he invited her home.
She trusted him, surprisingly, which was odd for her. There was something about him that just clicked, like a piece of the puzzle she'd been missing in New York.
She felt displaced the past few weeks, lost in a new culture and slew of faces.
It was hard to start over in a new city and build her life from the ground up.
She avoided that for the longest time, hiding herself in her apartment and workplace, trying to pretend that she still had some semblance of normalcy in her life.
She hadn't realized what a rut she was in until Percy took her hand, igniting every sense within her. She finally felt comfort in this new era of her life. A sense of security, like somehow everything would be okay, that she could manage to begin again. Her worries quite literally melted away when she was with him.
As they walked up to Percy's apartment, the sounds of the city grew fainter, replaced by the hum of the building's elevator and the soft rustle of their coats
Annabeth fidgeted with her keys, her excitement growing with each step. She couldn't believe she was seeing Percy's home - it felt surreal, yet so normal.
Like it was a natural progression of their friendship. Percy, on the other hand, seemed perfectly at ease, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he led her through the worn hallway and faded apartment numbers.
"Don't be alarmed if there's an attack," he warned with a grin.
"So you live with your mom?" she asked.
"Mm," Percy shook his head, "Not exactly. I stay in the apartment above this one, but at her place more often than I'm at mine."
Annabeth smiled. That was something she admired about him. He was unabashedly loyal to his family.
"Also umm," she twiddled her fingers, cursing herself for not asking this earlier, "I... is it rude that I didn't bring anything? Like a housewarming gift?"
"Oh, gods, no," he chuckled, "She's probably just going to be excited that I brought a girl home."
Annabeth's brows shot up, "You never brought a girl home? A girlfriend or..." she asked, biting the corner of her lip, anticipating his answer with bated breath.
Why was her heart clutched in worry?
"Er... no," he replied awkwardly, turning to face the door, "Never had the time to date. Swimming took up a lot of time."
