Annabeth is a famous songwriter and pop star. Although, she doesn't use her actual name. Instead she uses a stage name to get a little privacy.
Percy's life is just as hectic as Annabeth's. Except, he's not famous or very popular. He hides behind a...
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, these characters and photos don't belong to me.
Also! I know that I already used one of the songs in this story, but I love the song so fricking much!!
Percy's POV
I walked into her house and locked the door behind me. Piper gave me a spare key when I kept coming over, only to have the door locked.
Before I could back out, I advanced up the stairs to Annabeth's room. I tried the doorknob and it was surprisingly unlocked. I went in and found Annabeth on the ground with her phone resting on the table by her bed.
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(A/N: In case you forgot...)
Annabeth eyes were still on her phone, telling me that she hadn't noticed or heard me. Annabeth's regular blonde curls were now straightened down. She had on makeup, but it was in the simplest form you could possibly manage.
From beside her, Annabeth pulled out a guitar and set it on her lap. Like always, Annabeth didn't just jump into her music. She took her time to feel the rhythm.
(Annabeth/Athena)
Wrapped up, so consumed by All this hurt If you ask me, don't Know where to start Anger, love, confusion Roads that go nowhere I know there's somewhere better 'Cause you always take me there
Came to you with a broken faith Gave me more than a hand to hold Caught before I hit the ground Tell me I'm safe, you've got me now
Would you take the wheel If I lose control? If I'm lyin' here Will you take me home? Could you take care Of a broken soul? Will you hold me now? Oh, will you take me home? Oh, will you take me home? Oh, will you take me home? Oh, will you take me home? Oh, will you take me home?
Hold the gun to my head Count 1, 2, 3 If it helps me walk away, then it's What I need Every minute gets easier The more you talk to me You rationalize my darkest thoughts Yeah you, set them free
Came to you with a broken faith Gave me more than a hand to hold Caught before I hit the ground Tell me I'm safe, you've got me now
Would you take the wheel If I lose control? If I'm lyin' here Will you take me home? Could you take care Of a broken soul? Oh, will you hold me now? Oh, will you take me home? Oh, will you take me home? Oh, will you take me home? Oh, will you take me home?
You say space will make it better And time will make it heal I won't be lost forever And soon I wouldn't feel Like I'm haunted, woah falling You say space will make it better And time will make it heal I won't be lost forever And soon I wouldn't feel Like I'm haunted, woah falling You say space will make it better And time will make it heal I won't be lost forever And soon I wouldn't feel Like I'm haunted, woah falling
