You've Got Mail

Pilot

Percy's POV

"Ding!" my computer lit up as I received a confirmation email notification from that pesky app that Grover was begging me to try out. After five years of being single, I guess I could see his kind intentions in getting me to download these apps. Then again, that was Grover for you. He couldn't stand the fact that I was living alone in my apartment, without a partner to care for. It took a bit of time but I finally settled on a specific app - Widows Love Messages. Wait... that wasn't it. I struggled through my dyslexia to read the app name again. Windows Live Messenger. Yes. That made more sense.

A grin crept up my face as I pondered on a suitable nickname. Many different options flooded my mind, but the common theme revolved around either marine life or the colour blue. It took a while, but I finally settled on BlueMarlin188. Despite the many mythological creatures I had encountered, I always favoured marlins over everything else. They just seemed so...majestic.

Anyways, I quickly set up my profile and added Grover's contact into my contact list. "Hmm," I pursed my lips as I stared at the computer. I wasn't too sure about how I would go around adding new people to my contact list. Grover had said that the app would be pretty self-explanatory, but it still took me a long while before I finally managed to view a page displaying random contacts.

I skimmed through several peoples' bios, trying to find someone who I felt would click with me easily. After scrolling for what seemed like an eternity, the cursor finally hovered over someone's profile that caught my eye. OwlHead127 had completely different hobbies than I did; I preferred swimming and sleeping while she preferred reading and visiting museums. Furthermore, she lived in Florida, while I was stuck in my three-bedroom apartment in New York City. Since we had a lot of differences, I felt that she would be an easy friend to make, due to the wide array of topics we could talk about.

Oh well, here goes nothing. I clicked on the green icon above the username and began to type up a witty greeting.

*****Six Months Later*****

I trudged home wearily, my boots crunching on the fallen leaves. The students were especially rowdy in class today, most likely due to the recent rumours of some celebrity couple breaking up. I didn't bother keeping up with the news anymore, not since our split. She was the one who updated me about current affairs and read me interesting stories from the daily newspaper. Sigh. Initially, I tried suppressing all memories of her to try to block out the pain. It didn't work. She was already too involved in my life and the friends around me. It took one long, painful year for me to finally put my thoughts about her aside. However, every now and then, I still wondered what things would be like if we either of us cared enough to hear the other party out.

Damn. Annabeth Chase. People often joked that she was going to be Annabeth Jackson. I shook my head and chuckled to myself. There was no way in Hades that she would marry yet alone speak to me after the incident.

I groaned as I fidgeted with the keyhole of my door. I stepped onto the welcome mat gingerly and took off my shoes, careful not to dirty the polished, wooden floor. I guess some of her habits stuck with me.

The bed shook as I threw my body onto it, wishing to have a quick nap before waking up again to mark assignments. The clock on the wall ticked rhythmically and a chill draught drifted in through the open window. I slowly drifted asleep as the darkness enveloped me like a warm blanket.

"Ding!" my laptop buzzed as I faintly attempted to wipe the sleep from my eyes. Still groggy, I glanced at the clock, which now read 9.00PM. Oh shit. I had overslept. I sighed as I sat down and opened up my laptop. *One new message from Windows Live Messenger* I found it hard to contain my excitement as I started to open up the message. Over the past six months, OwlHead127 and I quickly became close friends, as I had expected. We talked about our daily affairs, but we agreed to a strict no-name policy. We only referred to each other by our usernames, and nicknames if we chose to create one.