Annabeth's Mortal Friends and a Seweed Brain.

My Best Friend and Her Best Friend Talk About Some Dead Friends.

Mark's P.O.V. 

I woke up when I heard the door close. 

It was hard to belive that anyone would ever get up at this time in the morning (02:04 a.m. ) and go outside, but here I was, looking confused and amazed at Percy's empty sleeping bag. 

After contemplating the sleeping bag for almost what seemed an eternity, I decided to try and sleep a little more. It's been a strange day, and the last thing I wanted to happen was to be half asleep/ half awake in the morning. But no matter how many times I tried, I couldn't even close an eye, so I decided to do the most rational thing you do when you can't sleep. 

I decided to spy on the guy I met four hours ago and follow him to wherever he was going in the middle of the night. 

I headed to the front door, and without thinking I got out. That was when I realized I didn't put my shoes on, and that it was cold outside (without a coat, of course).

Anyways, I tried to ignore that, but it was getting difficult with the air getting inside my skin and freezing my soul (no exaggerations here), so I kept shivering and trembling until the brilliant idea poped inside my mind. Why don't I go get a sweater, boots, a hot chocolate and warm cookies and THEN come outside to look for the guy? 

When I was about to congrulate myself and turn around I paralized. 

In the dark it was difficult to see, but I could tell that guy, sitting on the roof, playing with a ball point pen, was Percy Jackson. Percy Freakin' Jackson. 

-Hi, Mark. -he said, not taking his eyes off the pen-. Couldn't sleep?

I said half the truth.

-Uh... No.- What? I actually couldn't sleep after he came outside, and there was no way I was going to tell him that I followed him outside, hoping I would find he was in a criminal gang or something. It sounds weird when you think of it like that. 

He put the pen in his pocket and jumped down, using the pipe as a rope. Once his feet were on the floor, he walked towards me, and patted my shoulder in an attempt of "chill, dude" me. It didn't work.

Percy sat on the little stairs in front of the door, and motioned me to sit down next to him. I hadn't had much of a choice, so I just sat, awkwardly eyeing him from the corner of my eye, trying to figure if he was going to kill me slowly, or fast, and after three minutes of looking at him, I went for the fast, and decided to listen to him, 'cause he seemed to have something to say. 

He opened his mouth, and the next thing he said was just a mumble. 

-What do you think of Annabeth? 

I was truly shocked. Who asked that? I was more than sure he was going to beat me up and hide my body in the basement wall (A/N: This is a reference to the Edgar Allan Poe story, "The Black Cat"), not ask me what I thought of my best friend- who, apparently, was his best friend, too. 

-Uh... I don't know. She's great, I mean, she's fun to hang out with, and she's smart, I guess.- I stuttered, kind of afraid to say something wrong and make him angry-.

He laughed, to my suprise (again). The guy never did what I expected him to do. First, he asks me what I think of Annabeth instead of killing me. Then, he laughs instead of killing me again. The guy was strange. 

-Well, she's smart, indeed. And she's also a good friend. -he said the word "friend" as if he was thinking in something else, but quikly shook his head, like trying to forget it. 

I frowned.

-And what do you think of her?- right, maybe I sounded a little bitter, but it wasn't my intention.