Summary: While walking down the streets of New York, Annabeth Chase thinks of ways of murdering Nico. But her miserable day turns fortunate when she spots Nico. Or does she?

Hey guys, it's a little something I wrote. Hope you like it! :)

Annabeth's POV:

I walked down the street, fuming at my luck and ignorant of the rush of people around me. I might have snapped at three people since morning and to clear it up, I've been awake for only an hour. I glared at another girl, who gave me a particularly hard (if accidental) shove, and I continued striding down the street to the nearest convenience store, but not before I shouted a "Watch it!" at the girl and she scrambled away.

This morning must be the worst one in my life.

Last night, I vaguely remember my gay best friend walking through my apartment door at around 2 A.M. He was drunk as hell, and though I was sleepy, I remember Nico being accompanied by another person. It was a normal occurrence, Nico brought over guys to my flat because he couldn't take them to his house (he lived with his homophobic parents) and also because I had soundproof walls and a guest room.

I also recall Nico giggling as he hovered over me. At that time, I had thought drunk Nico was checking if I was asleep but this morning I realized he had been giggling for a completely different reason.

Nico di Angelo had dyed my hair PINK.

To add mischief on top of that, Nico had emptied out the bottle of shampoo to soak his underwear and make it fragrant. That idiot, I was going to murder him!

Thankfully though, my hair was not completely pink. My blond hair had been highlighted with a glitter pink colour, and if I was girly enough, I would have shrieked in joy and kept complimenting myself over the highlights. Only problem, I wasn't girly enough.

I wanted the pink out of my hair before it dried all too well and became stubborn to be removed. I'd rather be bald than wear clumsy pink highlights!

On top of all this, it was snowing in New York. And my feet were tired of trudging through the thick layer of snow. It was like all the Gods were trying to make this day miserable for me!

With a shiver, I pulled my coat tighter around me.

With murderous thoughts (dedicated to dear sweet Nico), I looked up to see if I had yet reached the store. I was about to breath a sigh of relief upon seeing the store when I spotted someone familiar.

He was about twenty feet away from me, and wearing a black jacket and black jeans, with a pair of black sneakers. He had his hands in his pockets, and his head was low. Taking thorough note of his built and lean body, and his a-little-too-long black hair, I gritted my teeth realizing this was Nico di Angelo. Hell, he was dressed in all black, this was definitely Nico.

So I made a run towards him, yelling "NICO! YOU ASSHOLE!". Nico paused in his tracks but didn't look back and continued walking.

THAT ASSHOLE. He heard me but didnt stop! "Oh, you're so gonna pay, Death Boy", I growled and cooped up a handful of snow in my hand, and aimed at Nico's head, and threw it.

It hit him and I smirked and got two other snowballs ready and threw it simultaneously at Nico, without even looking at where I hit him. Then I looked up with a grin, to enjoy the look on Nico's face.

But what I saw shocked me.

It wasn't Nico di Angelo.

Uh-oh.