A/N Hey guys! I'm soo sorry if you follow me and I haven't been updating. I'm so behind and I really need to fix up my writing and ideas. I'll try my best to update them, but probably not that soon. Well, here's my PJO fanfic…Let's hope it turned out how I wanted it to (I think the chapter's a little short -.-). BTW, I don't own PJO.

It all started with the last week of summer. I was with my friends Rachel Elizabeth Dare and Nico di Angelo driving to the Graces' house for a barbecue. Rachel was driving, I sat next to her in the shotgun, and Nico sat in the back. We were running late because I slept past noon today. We sat there quietly after Rachel lectured me about how I shouldn't have been sleeping while they were waiting for me. There was an awkward silence. After a couple minutes of quiet driving, Rachel spoke up again, "So, Nico, what grade are you in now?"

"Eighth," he murmured. Nico was thirteen. He had dark hair and dark eyes and wore clothing that blended him in with the shadows. His house was across the street from a cemetery where he constantly visited his sister Bianca, who died in a car accident on his birthday three years ago. He used to be carelessly happy before it, but after he seemed more silent and thought about things more thoroughly. Although he was significantly younger than me and Rachel, we let him hang out with us since Rachel was his ride to school, and probably also because his maturity level was close to ours.

Rachel smiled, "Really? You're getting so old! You'll be in high school with Percy soon." Rachel didn't go to the local public high school like I did. Her dad sent her to an all girls private school to teach her 'etiquette and propriety.' She didn't fit in at all because of her artistic and charismatic character. Even so, her parents are convinced the school can change her. Rachel and I were close friends and neighbors since middle school. People have told me that I needed to ask her out, but honestly I didn't like her in that way and apparently, Rachel vowed to only marry "a prince on a white horse that'll take me to a sugar-coated castle where I can live forever." I had no idea if she was joking or in all seriousness, because you just can't tell with Rachel. Well, the main point was, we weren't dating each other (or in her case, anyone) in this lifetime.

Immediately she changed the subject, "Did you guys hear who's coming back to town?"

"Yeah, Jason told me," Nico replied.

"Who?" I asked.

"He did? How does he know?" she asked.

"Who?" I asked again.

"She's staying with him and Thalia. They're gonna be going to the same school anyways."

"Oh, that's right…." Rachel nodded.

"Who?" I asked a third time.

Nico glared at me suspiciously, "You of all people should know."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said.

We reached Thalia's house, Rachel parked the car. She sighed and looked at me, "Percy, Annabeth Chase is coming back and she's staying with Thalia! How did you not know that? It was on Facebook! She's going to your school!"

I stared at her with a blank face, "Who's Annabeth?"

Rachel looked at me and started laughing, "You're kidding me right? Well, we'll talk about this later. Get out of the car." All three of us got out of the car and headed towards the smell of smoke coming from the Graces' backyard.

We entered from the white fence that led to the backyard. Entering the backyard, I knew everybody there. "You're late!" my best friend Grover ran up to me.

"Sorry," Rachel said. "Percy overslept. He's been acting odd because of it."

I looked at her, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Rachel smirked and looked over to Grover. She cupped her hand around her mouth and pretended I wasn't there and loudly whispered to Grover, "He claims he doesn't remember Annabeth!"

Grover's eyes widened. He paused and then started laughing like Rachel did in the car, "Haha! Rachel, you almost got me. You have to be joking? Percy doesn't remember Annabeth? If you said Nico it would've been more believable!"

Grover looked at me and saw my clueless face. He stopped laughing.

His eyes widened again, "Are you serious, Percy? You don't remember Annabeth Chase?"

I shook my head.

He thought a little bit, "Blonde hair? Gray eyes? Yankees cap?"

This didn't ring a bell to me. I shook my head.

He paused for another second, "She called you Seaweed Brain?"

The name 'Seaweed Brain' lit my head with a light bulb. In elementary school there was a girl who always called me that, and I always called her….

"Wise Girl," I replied.

Grover grinned, "So you didn't really forget her."

I opened my mouth to reply, when Thalia jumped in and wrapped her arm around me and Nico's shoulders. Thalia's twenty-one. She has electric-blue eyes and short, dark, spiky hair. Since I can remember, she wore punk clothing; and she still does.

She smirked, "How are my two favorite cousins doing?" Nico and I aren't really her cousins, but we used to pretend to be cousins to have our 'family reunion' when we were little, since her family couldn't even keep themselves together. Her parents were divorced when she was nine. They split Jason and Thalia and moved to opposite sides of the country. When she was twelve, her father disappeared and when she was fifteen, her mother died. She took Jason, her brother, back here and they lived with Ms. Castellan, a family friend. Once Thalia finished high school and was old enough, she used her parents' money to buy a house and open up a coffee shop that we all hang out at after school.

"I'm fine," Nico said. I nodded in agreement.

Thalia led me, Nico, and Rachel to the buffet table, "You guys are late, but we saved you some cheeseburgers."

I smirked. No surprise there. Jason and Thalia both loved cheeseburgers.

Down the buffet line I piled my plate with cheeseburgers, salad, chips, cookies, and well, almost everything on the table. I took a seat at a table and ate everything on my plate.

After I threw out the paper plate, I sat back in my chair. Thalia slid into the seat next to me. "So, word has it you don't know who Annabeth Chase is," she smirked.

I looked at her, "She's the one who called me Seaweed Brain in elementary school."

She raised her eyebrows, "Is that all you remember? Well, I can't blame you Percy, you've always had a pretty bad memory."

I felt slightly offended, but it was probably true. It started to give me an odd feeling that I was supposed to know who Annabeth was, but I didn't even remember what she'd looked like. People kept telling and asking me about Annabeth at the barbecue, some things sounded vaguely familiar, while others didn't ring anything at all.

When it was over, Rachel dropped Nico back to his house and we headed back home. In my mind, I re-scanned my memories in my mind to see if anything was related to Annabeth. I put together bits and pieces of what I people told me and how much I actually remembered. I remembered that she called me Seaweed Brain for my love of the ocean, and I called her Wise Girl because she was stubborn, thinking she could do everything by herself. I was close to her at some point, because someone at the barbecue showed me pictures of me and her together. She left in third grade when her dad got a job in California. It bothered me how little I remembered, but then again, I barely remember what happened in sophomore year.

"Percy! We're home!" My mom called. She was back with Paul, my stepdad, on a two-day trip to Philadelphia. I wondered if Mom knew Annabeth.

"Hey, Mom, Thalia told me that Annabeth is coming back for Junior year. Do you remember her?"

My mom smiled, "Annabeth was so sweet. Have her visit anytime, whenever, okay?"

I bit my lip and nodded slowly, and walked back to my room. I lied down on my bed and looked at the ceiling, wondering how I'll react when I come face-to-face with a girl named Annabeth Chase that I can barely remember.

A/N: Well, to me, beginnings are the hardest parts of the story to write, because you have to explain everything began, but they must be done, and mine come in lots of small parts. It'll get better and I'll try to make chapters longer, I promise.