Percabeth One Shots

Can't Buy Me Love

A/N:
Hey guys, hope you're all well!

First off, I'd like to apologise:
In between all the procrastination and writer's block, this is being released much later than I first promised. It's not actually finished (hahaha), I have a lot more to add on, but we'll call this a part one yeah?

Thank you so much for all the lovely comments and votes! I'm sorry I don't reply to everyone, but I promise when I say this: I read every single comment (and usually chuckle a little inside), and I really do appreciate every single one of you readers out there. BIG LOVE! 🙌🤍🙌

P.S.
Thank you to those of you who kept saying how great my writing is- you guys managed to guilt me into writing!
Hahaha, who knows how much longer you would've had to wait otherwise...

(about this story)
I think Annabeth is awesome, and she's the most interesting character in the books. We deserve to know more about her family life, and this is sort of what I think would've happened after the war. There's so much to cover though, I can't possibly write about everything I want to.
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'home isn't a place, it's a feeling.'
~Cecelia Ahern

(After The Blood of Olympus)
Annabeth's POV~

    Gravel crunched underfoot as Annabeth walked up the driveway.

Her eyes took in the view in front of her: the neat three storey house, with its whitewashed walls and french windows that lined the ground floor. It looked like any other family home, with ordinary parents who worked regular jobs, and they raised normal kids to have normal lives. Which was exactly why she knew this was a mistake.

    Annabeth felt her stomach do somersaults as she stepped onto the porch, every cell in her body told her to turn back, before it was too late.

But the doorbell beckoned at her, the rusty gold button which had been there for years- seemed to cling on to existence, its sole purpose was for Annabeth's finger to push it, one last time.

She puffed out her cheeks, drew a shaky breath, and rang the bell.

Then she waited.

    After what felt like an eternity, Annabeth huffed and pressed it again. Still no answer.

She frowned, were they not home?

Panic settled in her chest. No, this couldn't be happening, she told herself. She checked her watch, it was almost seven, which meant Frederick would have finished work already. Then why hadn't anyone answered the door?

    Annabeth shook her head, she knew why. And she was right, this was a mistake. Nobody was there to receive her because they didn't care.

Her father wasn't that bothered about her. And why would he? She only came because he had called last week, saying they would have liked to see her before school started. Annabeth had made this trip for the sake of it, she felt she ought to. Only now she realised that maybe he'd only asked her to come because he too, felt obligated to do so.

    Annabeth blinked back tears as she shouldered her bag and turned around. The corners of her vision went blurry as she stepped back onto the driveway, slowly retracing her steps.

She didn't get far before the door slammed open, making her jump.

She spun around and found Helen Chase standing in the doorway, she was wearing an apron, a mitten on her left hand, and her dark hair was tied hastily in a messy bun.