Superstar - A Percabeth AU (DISCONTINUED)

X - Percy

COMMENT THE SONG YOU WOULD LIKE TO HEAR ANNABETH SING AT THE SHOW!

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I kept on glancing over at Annabeth as my mother parked the car right in front of our apartment building, taking the only empty parking spot left.

I ever-so-gracefully climbed out of the car, keeping the door open for Annabeth to get out from behind me. She blushed and muttered a thanks for the gesture, but internally I was completely freaking out.

What if she didn't like where we lived? I mean, I knew that Annabeth wasn't exactly a person who cared about money, but our apartment was nothing like her penthouse. It was a simple, cozy space with two bedrooms and one bathroom.

As I led Annabeth up the stairs towards our level with my mother close behind, I had to keep on reminding myself that she didn't care about money. I had to remember that she wouldn't judge our apartment.

I recalled what she told me about her time in Virginia with her father and stepmom. Annabeth looked a mixture of anger and sadness when she talked about them, and she refused to tell the group what made her come to New York. She mentioned something about being a nuisance for her parents.

I hesitated when we finally reached the door to our small apartment. With an exhale, I unlocked the door and welcomed Annabeth into the cozy space.

She looked surprised at first but smiled at the family room that greeted us at the entrance. "It's nice," Annabeth said, running her fingers along the architrave lining the door we had just passed through. "I love the walls."

They were a soft grayish-white so I could see why she liked them. Mom painted them singlehandedly after the divorce with Gabe. The family room was tidy but the TV was still on, making Mom frown and turn it off. She sat down on the couch and picked up a magazine, skimming through the contents.

I swear I saw her glance to me and wink, nudging her head towards Annabeth. I frowned and shook my head. It must've been my imagination.

Annabeth walked ahead, going into the kitchen. Her eyes were curious as she scanned the cabinets and handed me a cookie when she got to the blue cookie plate. "Thanks," I said contently, happy that the cookies weren't finished yet.

She turned to me. "Do you have water?" she asked and, for a second, I wondered how such a stupid question could come out of her mouth.

"I dunno," I replied sarcastically. "Do we, Wise Girl?"

Red flooded Annabeth's cheeks and she laughed at herself. "Wow, facepalm moment." Even with her cheeks as red as a flame, she still looked beautiful.

I nodded. "Don't worry, facepalm moments make up my life. The glasses are in that cupboard," I told her, pointing to a corner cabinet. She opened the cabinet door and took out a glass, walking over to the sink with it.

I turned and grabbed another blue cookie as she filled the glass up. I was staring at the tiles lining the kitchen's walls when I heard the loud smash of glass breaking and a familiar gasp behind me.

I whipped around to see Annabeth standing over her broken glass that was once filled with water, but now the clear substance was covering a large portion of the kitchen floor.

Annabeth's eyes were wide as she gaped at the mess she'd made. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry." She bent down and started picking up the sharp shards.

I rushed over to her, being careful not step on the glass, and started picking up the glass with her. "Wait, you could cut yourself."

I called out for my mom to come to the kitchen.

She looked concerned as she walked in. "What's wrong?" I gestured towards the mess and the handful of glass I was holding. "Oh, dear. I'll get the dustpan and some towels," she said.