Percy had no idea that he'd find anything on a Sunday after noon walking around New York to clear his head from a major fight at school on Friday which he had been thinking about all weekend. He hadn't ended up in good shape from it. Aching and bruised from the kicks and punches from a jock in school with his girlfriend.
Percy walked around and breathed in the infected air of New York taking it in his lounges like he had done his whole life.
His lounges were used to the poisonous air. He breathed it every day.
On his walk with his hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets he started to hear faint sobbing.
Percy looked up in suspicion before tuning in his ears to the sobbing and cutting out the rest of the world.
The sobbing was quiet and soft, as he got closer it got louder though showing bitterness and complete heartbreak.
Percy listened closely turning a corner to find the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
Percy stopped breathing for a moment examining with his eyes the beautiful woman that lie sleeping in fetal position squeezing her legs to her chest her body shaking as she sobbed bitterly.
Percy walked over and took off his hoodie which he had been wearing since it was colder outside to cover her since she was only in panties and an almost see through white shirt.
Percy then slowly slid his hands under her and picked her up before standing up himself. At first he was a little off balance but he steadied himself before he started to head back home with this girl in his arms who was covered in tears.
Percy just looking at her frail face felt like weeping and crying himself she showed so much bitter heartbroken emotion. Percy seemed to be influenced by her emotions that were rolling off of her and right onto him.
Percy held it in keeping a straight face as he walked back to his house. It was a longer walk since he had wondered a long ways off clearing his head of his troubles.
He couldn't stop thinking about his father that had left his mom and him alone making his mom go work to support their household.
That was several years ago though, Percy was seventeen, he was old enough to get a job to help support his family since he was the only man of the house. Except there was this man named Gabe Ugliano that kept hitting on Percy's mom whenever he saw her.
Percy would've been fine with it, except the man was a jerk. He drank a lot and he would flirt in the not nice ways to Percy's mom. Whenever Percy caught Gabe doing that he'd send a sharp hard wolf glare his way before steering his mom away from the man who smelled of liquor, sweat, and cigarettes.
Percy had gotten a weekend job, but today they didn't need him so he could do whatever he wanted. He was going to walk around and clear his head but he found a sobbing girl instead.
Percy stopped thinking and studied the girls face, she could've been no older than he was.
Her face was pale and her lips a light pink, her jaw was like a pencil had sketched it, her nose almost seemed to come to a point. Her eyes had a perfect curve with long beautiful lashes. Her eyebrows were a light brown making them stick out on her skin though her hair was the color of sunlight.
Percy let a small smile form on his lips at her stunningness, her unrealistic beauty.
Percy so focused on her face almost walked straight past his own house, but he caught himself and stopped before turning and walking to the door opening it with much difficulty before he walked in and laid her on the couch where she rested her tears were somewhat dry since her tears came to a stop once they entered into the doors of his house.
Percy wiped her cheeks dry with his thumbs before going to the kitchen and grabbing supplies he might need for when she woke up.
He hoped it was soon before his mom came home because his mom would not be happy about a half naked girl in his hoodie and lacy white panties lying on the couch sleeping.
That always seemed to rub off parents the wrong way even if he was helping a stranger from the streets.
Not that Percy brought people in often. It just wouldn't sit well with his mother.
That's all.
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NEW STORY!
*confetti shoots out and falls over me as I sit there looking at the screen of my computer with a blank face*
Thank you thank you. *bows*
Guess what it's about?
You guessed it! PERCABETH!
YAY!
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Fallen
FanfictionThere are four types of angels. The watchers, the messengers, the warriors, and the fallen. This is a fallen's story. Who's? Annabeth Chase. (All rights go to Rick Riordan, I do not own anything)