Percy and Annabeth's house search wasn't exactly going according to plan. Annabeth waned to be in the city. She loved the buildings and their designs, and loved the history behind all of it.
Percy, on the other hand, did not want to live in the middle of such chaos. When he mentioned this to Annabeth, she crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. "You told me you loved the city, Perc. You grew up here. What could make you want to leave?"
He put his fingers to his mouth and whistled. Being a New Yorker his whistle was loud and crisp, one perfectly fine-tuned over the years to attract any free taxi nearby.
Annabeth yelped as a dark mass hopped out of the shadow on the wall behind Percy.
"Hey, girl," Percy said as Mrs.O'leary tackled him to the ground and began licking his face rapidly.
The dark haired demigod turned to Annabeth and smiled sheepishly. "Only way we're getting her into a house is if we live in the suburbs."
Annabeth just stared at Percy, her mouth slightly agape.
Percy threw his hands in the air. "Why are you looking at me like that? I can't just leave her at camp!"
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Percy Jackson HeadCanons
FanfictionA collection of short stories revolving around characters and events mentioned in the Percy Jackson and the Olympians/ Heroes of Olympus series. -Any chapter with a * in the title has recently been rewritten/edited. PLEASE NOTE: - Characters and e...
