Been a while, eh? Anyway, well, about that- endless excuses could be formulated, so let's just go with I almost died & am recovering. Which technically did happen, though that isn't important. (;

My BIRTHDAY is in three days. I'm excited for ageing, who isn't? Resembling a raisin in the near future is what I anticipate for. Seriously. It is what it is.

Read & Enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: Rick ownz what he obviously ownz.

Annabeth's P.O.V.

Being dragged down the streets, navigated by the pull of an old lady whom seemingly acquired more strength than you was your typical form of embarassment.

Annabeth acknowledged toleration as a virtue of nessesity. If not for Percy's attendance she would not have been thrown into such a whimsical position; her yaya was acting more authoritative as a demonstration to represent how she operated Annabeth in her household. Which generally was worse comparing the minor ear-tug to having a fork being aimed at you repetitively was something you should be incredibly grateful for. Having a grandmother with a slightly reduced endurance was something Annabeth would never appreciate.

Annabeth gave Percy an impressed and thoroughly diverted glance despite their afflicted circumstances, just watching a five foot two woman drag him by the ear making him wince involuntarily and crouch to a suitable level was a presentment that could possibly make anyone's day. Percy revolved Annabeth's glance with a glare of quickly composed indifference. The look was unknowingly sent mainly for Annabeth's yaya but she knew Percy couldn't help but place a partial amount of blame on her shoulders.

If Percy lacked an anchored mind (which was already hard to believe) and guilt was excluded from the part of his brain that acknowledged ethical meanings Annabeth was pretty sure that her grandmother would be on the floor within seconds that weren't able to be recorded due to a high velocity drop kick that would make even Chiron wince from the impact.

To describe the least, Percy didn't exhibit his normally friendly vibe that attracted Annabeth to him. Something generously more hostile was something Annabeth noticed that replaced his demeanor commonly.

Thank the Gods, one of the best team associated with the Fight Club, Percy had the ability to control that hostility. On the mat it wasn't disregarded, more like unleashed.

"I can't believe you associated yourself like a boy like this! A lawyer would actually provide for you; present you a life that is good," Annabeth's yaya chided, tugging on Percy's ear just to provide her point as to how unworthy he was to her.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know any seventeen year old lawyers, care to introduce me to one that you won't label as unsuitable?" Annabeth muttered lowly, but of course, Yaya just had to be prodigious in hearing.

Yaya forcefully released Annabeth and Percy's abused ears, Annabeth rubbing it comfortingly and Percy swearing, loudly, at her yaya while tending to his ear.

"See, he has no respect for the elderly," Yaya pointed out, pushing her thickly rimmed bifocals past the brim of her nose, declaring how notably angry she was through her similarly unnerving grey eyes.

"You nearly detached his ear from his head, why would he be respectful and happy about that?" Annabeth endorsed Percy, defiance supporting the intensity of her words.

"Your mother would be disappointed in you."

Percy stepped forward as Annabeth's firm posture was reintegrated with evident softness and disgrace. Before Percy could say or dare do something, Annabeth forced him to halt by her arm, she looked fixedly at him, her faint orbs pleading.

It was great to know that he was willing to defend her, but she honestly didn't want her yaya to do something that inflicted extreme damage.

"And I believe she would be disappointed in you for constantly treating me this way. You're supposed to be my guardian, not some abusive person who I unfortunately live with at the moment," Annabeth reprimanded, dangerously edging away from her advancing grandmother.

In preparation to get striked by a hand indicating how silly she was supposedly acting, she closed her eyes tightly. This was how her dynamic relationship with her yaya processed.

Blame. Retorts. Sensitive spots being targeted. Disrespect. Reprimanding gestures. Abuse. Alas, silence approached this practiced routine.

Annabeth dealt with this type of cold love for her yaya, and understandably for her mother. Annabeth knew she was just as broken as she happened to be in the interior part of herself that actually held sensitivity and tenderness. But Annabeth was too strong to let someone treat her unfairly in order to repair what was broken. Hence the obvious reasons as to why her and her yaya were so. . .ruined when near each other. Annabeth's mother was an anchor.

An anchor that was deattached from its ship.

...

Most teenagers spent their Friday nights socializing.

Annabeth spent her Friday nights locked up in her room, the only structure of fun she received was watching her hamster repeatedly eat and spit out the remains of its favorite gourmet meal: celery and water.

Annabeth layed on her bed, her hasmter clumsily attempting to free itself of the clutch of her slowly rising foot, at which it rested on top of. As she purposely elevated her leg to scare the poor thing (she was cruel), a sharp knock sounded from her window, resulting in her hamster eating absolute shit as it fell in a bowl of efficiently chopped celery.

"Crap, Ace, sorry," Annabeth apologized whilst positioning herself clumsily to retrieve her fallen hamster, Ace. The whole concept of the name for the hamster was entirely drastic.

As she tended for Ace, not exactly glad to be returned back into the clutches of her hands, she unlocked her window, greeted with a deviating sight of Connor Stoll standing in her yaya's flower bed, not a care in the world to the wrongly punished beauties beneath his feet, breathing for a strain of exsistence.

"Get out of the flower bed, you dolt!" Annabeth whisphered to him sternly, grinding her teeth as he, again, neglectfully jogged across the flower bed, with a trademark smirk flourishing against his lips.

"Hey, Bethers-"

"Call me that again and-"

"So, do you want to hang out?" Connor asked, his smirk expanding into a grin.

"With you?" she questioned dispiritedly, her interest lacking slowly, then the more questionable part of her brain supplied her a very vital factor she should worry about with someone like Connor Stoll, "Wait, how did you find out where I lived?"

"Looked up your file in Chiron's office." Connor shrugged, "And not with me, but with the Demigods. We're having this little party, I guess. They call it a get-together, I call it a party." Connor opened his jacket to disclose a twenty pack of beer.

No. She wasn't going to associate herself with anything of alcoholic relations.

"I'm not going if you're drinking."

"Well, don't drink! Only the daring can drink with the magnificent Connor Stoll," Connor told her, rolling his clouded eyes as though she was acting beyond the bounds of possibility. Yet something within her eyes unsettled her, but this was her chance to communicate properly with her teammates.

Annabeth sighed, "All right, but-"

If he'd stop interrupting her maybe a fluid conversation could potentially happen.

"You can't wear that," Connor advised her, gesturing to her old Seaworld sweater and basketball shorts, "This isn't a casual event, maybe even throw on a bit of that Crayola stuff that you girls call make-up."

"I can't leave my room without my yaya knowing or else I can't come, you're going to have to deal with this," Annabeth said, pointing at her perfectly unaltered face.

"Don't expect me to make out with you."

"Your anticipations are abused by reality and humor, Connor dear."

...

Annabeth strode towards the assortment of teenagers her distress was full past apparent, as she glared at nothingness, promising herself she wouldn't provide Connor her attention as he trailed behind her obnoxiously.

She couldn't wait 'til the intoxication kicked in.

Annabeth instantly was approached by Rachel who was the first to spot her, "Hey, look whose here! Connor didn't give you any trouble, did he?"

"Well, if you can explain this nagging sensation to strangle him I would assume highly that your question would be completely irrelevant at the moment."

Rachel smiled apologetically, "Sorry. I'm sure everyone has had that same feeling."

"Anyway, why are you all standing outside of a. . .freakishly huge house that is obviously a mansion?" Annabeth asked, barely taking note of her surroundings.

"This is Nico and Bianca's house. Their father is away and we're trying to figure out the pass code. We could really used your brain."

"There's a video of my dad typing it in, but the screen is made to be protective. Meaning you can't see what's being entered onto the dial pad," Bianca informed her, handing Annabeth her phone with a video of her father typing in the pass code.

Annabeth surveyed the video three times before reciting the movements of the pale fingers that was captured. She walked up to the dial pad entering the digits: two-two-seven-eight-eight-six. Annabeth smiled as the entrance gate to the side of the mansion activated, everyone bustling inside, excitement diffusing off of the teens.

Everyone followed Bianca and Nico to the central of the courtyard passing through the delicately decorated garden. What Annabeth couldn't comprehend was that Connor showed courtesy to the di Angelo's garden yet had no shame in walking in her yaya's flower bed. It honestly wasn't that unseemly to the point of where it deserved unappreciation.

Bianca bumped into Connor who dropped his concealed pack of beer, which immediately enraged her, "No, Connor! No one is drinking here! Especially Nico."

Nico rolled his eyes as Thalia pinched his cheeks.

"C'mon, Bianca, we're all stressed- not half a can would hurt."

"No, you like getting silly, that's all. And if I see anyone drinking there will be consequences," Bianca announced, her strong voice supporting her dangerously enforced foreshawdowing, as she confiscated the pack of Connor's beloved beer.

As Bianca walked away, entering the gorgeously structured house, as well as everyone else, Annabeth watched Travis pat Connor on the back comfortingly, opening up his sweater; showing Connor something that obviously appeased his mood.

Annabeth would instill a proper distance away from the two troubemakers even if she had use her hands to be emphatically aggressive. They weren't afraid of her, they were afraid of the pain she had the ability to inflict.

"So, if I ever want to break into the White House, you're the one to call?" a voice joked beside her, pushing their hips towards her, making her movement become unbalanced.

"No, if you ever want to ilegally break into someone's house and ilegally drink, that's when it's necessary for you to call," Annabeth corrected, her mood directly illuminating as Percy smirked.

"I guess this'll happen more often. Because our 'get-togethers' are done routinely."

"You don't drink, do you?" Annabeth asked randomly, her curosity was thick, she lifted up an eyebrow as Percy bit his lip.

"What do you think?" Percy asked her, his green eyes obscured by any benefical emotions that would present her a presumable answer.

"I don't know what to think," Annabeth imparted, the words that she said were seemingly foreign as she enunciated each word.

"Then I guess you'll find out. About me and about yourself."

Annabeth was at least glad Percy wasn't being necessarily quiet. She had yet to speak to him, the mood wasn't to be killed because of a topic of discomfort.

"Can't wait."

Annabeth didn't know her form of alcoholic manifestation included sprouting out every shielded emotion she stored within herself.

Nor did she know Percy had a way with those fine lips of his.

Too bad she and the others wouldn't remember it all.

I wanted to show you guys that they're rebellious kids, 'cause that's what I want to show (uh duh) & I wanted something fun to happen before things got serious. Fighting serious. And emotinally serious.

They didnt drink by choice. btw.

Leave a review to make me smile ':D', yeah? I truly appreciate feedback. And let me know if you want me to go more into depth as to what happened from Percy's perspective in the reviews or I'll just continue on as planned.

Have a nice day/night! And sorry for any grammatical errors.. As usual.

-That Was Such A Face Palm -.\