The Song About Her~ (A Percabeth AU)

1. How Did I End Up In A Bookstore?

We met in a Bookstore,
touched the same book,
our eyes met,
and that's when I fell for you.

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Percy's POV

Don't ask me how I ended up in that bookstore because I don't know the answer myself.

Of course you'd be like, 'Percy, what are you talking about?' or maybe, 'Percy, who are you?'
Allow me to elaborate.

I'll answer the second question first, I'm Percy Jackson. Most people know me as the world-famous singer but some know me as an idiot.

And now for the first question.
My oh-so-wonderful day began as Grover, my amazing manager yelled at me to wake the hell up so I wouldn't be late for an interview with Aphrodite.
I couldn't blame him, that was the whole reason we were in San Francisco.

So I got ready and headed over to Aphrodite's interview place.
That was mostly a blur, I only remember meeting Piper, my friend and one of Aphrodite's daughter, before the interview.

"Hey, Percy!" yelled Piper as I entered.
I smiled and waved at her. I hadn't seen her for around a year because of my tour.
"Pipes!" I ran to her and hugged her as she hugged me back.
She pulled apart.
"Oh, goodness, my mom's gonna kill you because of that hair-" she said, pointing to my messy hair.
"Eh."
"You can't say that, she's gonna kill you more brutally. Andrew, come here, tackle Jackson's hair, he's on in fifteen!" she said as she put a brown-haired dude to work on my hair.

It took almost ten minutes to finally, FINALLY, set my hair in a way Aphrodite wouldn't kill me.
"Best we can do I guess, come on." said Pipes, leading me to the interview stage.

Like I said, the interview was mostly a blur. All I remember is Aphrodite interrogating me about my non-existent love life.
I headed back to the hotel after that and Grover told me I can do whatever I want the whole day.
I barely had that freedom so I went of into the streets of San Francisco.

I found a bookstore, one that stuck out to me for some reason.
I thought I could pick up a book my mom's been wanting for a while as a gift for her so I walked in.
I remembered the coverpage but not the title, so I walked around the store attempting to find a book my mom would like when I randomly remembered the title and author.
The Subtle Art Of Not Giving A F*ck by Mark Manson.

I walked over to the motivational book aisle and there it was, only one copy.

As I went to pick it up, I felt another hand on mine.

I turned over to the girl, and that's when sea green eyes met stormy grey ones.

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Hi there!
This is my new fanfic, I hope you like it!

Constructive criticism is appreciated, A LOT because this is my first time writing something completely on my own (excluding the poems I write).

Speaking of poems, thoughts on the poem thingy at the beginning of this chapter?

All characters in this chapter belong to Rick Riordan (excluding Andrew, who I made just for this chapter)

Thanks for reading!

Anudy♡