My name is Annabeth Chase. I'm a journalist for Labyrinth Weekly Magazine. I'm the girlfriend of my latest journaling case, Percy Jackson, lead guitarist and singer of Heroes of Olympus, an alternative rock band. My 'perfect' life and 'perfect' boyfriend and all that did not start like that.

About two months ago...

It started when my boss, Poseidon, called me into his office. "Ms. Chase," I cringed slightly, "I have a new assignment for you." he started. He pulled out a picture of of the five member band, Heroes of Olympus. There was Nico di Angelo, Jason Grace, Leo Valdez, Frank Zhang, and Percy Jackson. He tapped the picture, smiling at me. "Heroes of Olympus. I want an exclusive."

"An exclusive? Why would anyone want to know about them? They just started off last year."

"Who knows why people want things. What I know is that we want the first story about them." Poseidon said. "Are you not up to the challenge?"

"Why me? Piper McLean is dating Jason. Thalia is Jason's sister. Calypso is dating Leo too. And Hazel Levesque is dating Frank."

"Which is why I choose you." Poseidon said. "I can't have their writings because they might only focus on the person they're close to. I know you will focus on work and only work. Due in a month. Get on it."

He handed me a file, then shooed me out of the room. I went back to the little office that I shared with Piper McLean, the best friend anyone would want. She was currently at her desk, with her boyfriend of four years (Jason Grace), sitting in the chair and her straddling his lap, a very heated make-out session going on. I walked in a closed the door very loudly. When they still didn't move, I went over and whacked Piper in the head with the folder. She jumped, pulling back. They were both blushing slightly. "Hey," Piper said nervously.

"Do that when you get home. This is a place of work." I said. "Out Jason."

"But I don't wanna leave," Jason pouted.

"Don't you have a band to be in or something?" Jason groaned, standing up with Piper holding onto him.

"I'm coming with you," Piper said.

"If you aren't back in an hour I'm assuming you died or the elevator got busted and you had elevator sex." They laughed as they headed out. I sat down at my desk, dropping the file on the table. I opened the folder, spreading out the papers on my desk. First things first, read through what I have. The first was a file on Percy Jackson. It had a picture of him in the top right corner, exiting a coffee shop. He had a mop of messy, uneven (probably) raven black hair underneath a gray beanie, sea-green eyes with a mischivious glint in them, a sorta of Mediterranean complexion. He had a smile on his face, but it looked how his eyes did, like he was about to do something evil. It was an upper body picture, but anyone could clearly see the muscles on his upper body through his plain blue shirt and black, leathery jacket.

Perseus "Percy" Jackson, age 26

Born August 18 to Sally Jackson. Father unknown. Lived with mother and step father, Gabriel Ugliano, until the age of thirteen, when Ugliano was thrown ou. Lived solely with his mother until the age of seventeen, when his mother remarried Paul Blofis. Sally Jackson died in labor that following year, after giving birth to Abigail Blofis, now 8. Jackson was once arrested with the charge of DUI and had his license suspended for a year. He attended Florida Atlantic University and got his Bachelors Degree in Marine Biology.

In the second year of college, Jackson and his two cousins, Jason Grace and Nico di Angelo, began to play covers of songs by bands and duos such as the White Stripes. Near the end of their first semester, they began to include Grace's friends, Frank Zhang and Leo Valdez. Two years after graduating, they began to write their own songs. They were signed two months after their first album by Half-Blood Records.

Of course, all the other files were longer. They gave me more direct places, reference people, all that. Percy Jackson had the smallest file I've ever read, not including the file that was completely empty. At lunch, later that day, I was telling Piper about my assignment. "I'm sure Jason wouldn't mind doing an interview." Piper said.

"I don't care about Jason, I can write a whole book report on him. On all of them. I need Percy." I said.

"That's gonna be tough. Percy doesn't like interviews, or reporters, or people who'll mess up what he says." Piper said. "He hasn't even had a girlfriend since he started this band. Don't know why either."

"I'm just gonna have to get close to him, somehow." I said.

"I know!" Hazel exclaimed. Hazel Levesque is currently a college student who's interning here. She's really good. She's an adorable African American girl with curl brown hair.

"Yes Hazel?" I asked, mainly cause her ideas are always great.

"Make him fall in love with you." Hazel said.

"Hazel, this is a not teen romance movie." Thalia Grace said. She's the realist, making sure we all know everything set straight.

"If Piper says he doesn't let anyone get close to him, like girlfriend close, use your lady charm and make him love you. Then you can get your story." Hazel explained. "Come on, Annie. You're totally hot. All you need to do is make him love you."

"You do realize Annabeth hasn't flirted in years? She's way outta the game." Thalia said.

"You think I can't flirt?"

"I don't think, I know babe." Thalia said.

"It's true." Piper agreed.

"Challenge accepted." I said, standing up. "I'm going to make that boy fall in love with me and then it's story for me."

"Problem, he doesn't do reporters." Piper said. "Jason, Frank, and Leo know you're a reporter."

"Not if I 'get fired'," I said with a smirk.

"This is a bad idea," Thalia muttered.

"Hazel, you're in the filing room a lot. I need a fake termination form that looks real."

"Got it." Hazel said. "I'll see you guys later."

"Piper, where can I find the Heroes of Olympus next?"

~HoO~

How luckily ironic for me that they had a gig tonight? So, my tips for when you're trying to draw attention to yourself without people knowing: start with dressing the part. I had on black combat boots (with a heel), gray and white etunic print leggings, a gray sleeveless tuxedo shirt, and a gray beanie. Piper had done my makeup and lent me her gray purse, which matched my outfit. Finally, we went down to the venue, which was a local bar that had a new band every time. Piper, being Jason's girlfriend and all, was able to get us in the back, where they were getting ready. If you thought Percy was kinda sorta hot from the picture, you'd melt right now. I'm surprised he doesn't have a girlfriend.

"Annabeth? You came to our show?" Jason asked. I shrugged, glancing behind him to see the others looking at me.

"You don't usually leave your house on a work day." Leo pointed out. "Always busy busy busy."

"I got her to come," Piper said, bouncing a little with excitement.

"Reporters wait in the main area." Percy stated.

"I'm not a reporter," I stated.

"I literally saw you this morning," Jason pointed out. "After you came from your boss...oh. He fired you?"

"What better way to get over unemployment than with getting drunk to good music!" Piper exclaimed. "Where's Nico? He owes me money still." Piper went off, while the boys just went back to work. I started walking around the small room until I found Percy, who was sitting in a chair, strumming his guitar. He looked up at me, look annoyed.

"Can I help you, Ms. Chase?"

"What did you just call me?" I snapped.

"Woah, feisty aren't you? I just addressed you formally." Percy said.

"My apologies for not enjoying be refered to as Ms. Chase. So I recommend that you don't call me Ms. Chase, unless you want your perfect little head on my mantle."

"Perfect?"

"Okay," Piper said, jogging over. "Did he call you Annie? Beth? Anna? Princess?"

"Geez, what can I call you?" Percy asked.

"Annabeth. That's it." I said. "He called me Ms. Chase."

"Jackson, do you have a death wish?" Leo said. "You don't call her anything other than Annabeth."

"Ms. Chase reminds her of her mother," Jason whispered loudly.

"Well just be outside." Piper said, ushering me out.

"What's wrong with her mother?" Percy asked as we walked away.

Piper lead me back out and down the street. She took my hand in hers and unclenched my fists. "Calm down, he didn't know." Piper said.

"I don't care," I said through gritted teeth. "I don't want to do the stupid report anymore. I'm going in tomorrow and dropping it. Have fun at your concert."

"Annabeth," Piper started.

"It's okay. I don't even care anymore."

I started walking away, heading down to a different bar across town. It was a long walk, but I needed a drink. Not that I intended to get drunk or anything. I was only barely slightly very drunk. And I was just so terribly drunk and stubborn that I refused to take a cab. So you know, just walking alone, at night, in New York City, drunk. What could go wrong?