Percy Jackson One Shots

Annabeth Chase (Soulmate AU)

So this is one of those cheesy, cliché soulmate AUs. I hope you like it.

I tilt my upper arm from side to side, looking at the words from different angles. So you're her. The words appeared on my shoulder last night, the exact moment I turned 15. These three words will be the first thing that my soulmate will ever say to me.

Now I just have to find him.

I pull on a long sleeved shirt and some jeans, swinging my messenger bag over my shoulder, directly over the words. As I make my way to school, the words seem to burn into my skin. I feel as if everyone can see the words even though my sleeve is covering them.

It's not the end of the world if someone sees the words, it's just that I like to keep my business private. And right now my soulmate's first words are scrawled on my arm, and yes, I would like to keep them too myself, thank you.

As I reach the high school, I quickly make my way over to Thalia, my best friend. I haven't seen her all week, since she went to New York to visit one of her cousins.

As soon as she spots me, she asks, "What is he going to say?"

"Like I'm telling you," I retort back.

She glares at me. "Annabeth Chase, tell me or I'm rolling up your sleeve myself."

I pretend to be affronted. "How could you be so harsh?" I ask, while dragging her over to a more secluded area underneath a tree, away from the throngs of people huddling around the entrance.

"So you're her," I tell her.

Thals looks at me funnily. "Yes, I'm a girl if that's what you mean."

I shake my head at her. "No, Thals. Those are the words on my arm. You're her."

Thalia gasps. "I'm really not a mushy person, but holy shit, Annie, that's actually so romantic...unless of course he's a cop and it's an accusation."

I roll my eyes at her as the first bell rings. "Hardy, har, har. See you in math." I wave to Thals as we head in opposite directions, wondering who my soulmate is.

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I've realized that if this person is indeed my soulmate, I can just make up a list of things I love in a guy and boom, perfect soulmate. I'll I'd have to do then is find someone I've never met who matches the description. Simple. I'll start right now. I pick up my pencil that's laying on the desk in the English room, and begin to write.

• intelligent (he's got to keep up with me)
• athletic (again: he must keep up with me)
• handsome wouldn't hurt
• gets along with Thalia (this one is going to be the though-y)
• romantic (judging by the words he is though, unless...gosh I hate you now Thals)
• good with kids

Think that's it. I review it again. This should be enough to go on. The rest of the day will be spent spying on guys I've never met in my life and seeing what they say to me.

——————————After School

I've only found seventeen guys that fit my description. I've bent the rules on the handsome one a bit, but the other's I held firm. I talked to all of them too, but everyone seemed to have a different version of "hello" except for the one guy who just asked who the hell I was.

I know I'm moving fast. The words only appeared last night. I have time to find him. But it seems that I don't want all that time to find him, I want to find him now. Right now. I want to be in arms. I want to kiss him. I want to hear him laugh at all my corny jokes and groan at every single one of my puns. I want my soulmate.