AN: And here's a Percabeth drabble I just thought of today. Potential multi-chapter plot. Let me know what you think!

I do not own PJO. I am not Roirdan. I will not rip your heart out.

Maybe.

"Are you sure you're up for this, Annabeth?"

My dad and I were riding in his car, all my things packed tight in the back, on our way to my second year of school. The rain was pelting the windshield as we pulled up to my apartment I would be sharing with two other people. One of the bonuses of being a second year student is the option to live off campus. Don't get me wrong, I'm used to close quarters. Living with two little brothers at home over the holidays as well as living at a camp each summer with bunk beds and all hasn't changed that about me. I just would rather live in a house with two other people rather than having at least two hundred others living on the same floor as you. It was a big college.

I puffed out an exasperated breath of air, putting my blonde curls up in a loose ponytail and pulling up the hood of my sweatshirt. I then turned my attention to the apartment I would be renting this year. It was white. There was nothing distinguishable about it, just an average two-story apartment building, a front door lead directly into the joined living and dining rooms. Not really an entryway, but when you're in college, you don't really think about 'oh, how I wish I had a foyer'.

I go for function anyway, not style.

My father wanted me to stay at home, help out around the house, and to help him with his work. He is an engineer and makes draft designs for a car company. I don't know the first thing about cars, but with my fast learning skills, I have managed to learn enough to help him out when he needed it.

Apparently he needed it a lot.

"No," I finally respond. "But then again, I never am up for anything outside my comfort zone."

He chuckled as he turned off the car, removing the key from the ignition.

"Very true. Now, let's get you moved in, yeah? I've got to meet your roommates just to be sure you're in good hands this year."

I rolled my eyes. "Sure, dad. Let's get going."

It started down pouring as I brought out the last load from the car to bring inside. Of course it had to be my clothes. Guess I'm doing laundry today.

As I entered removing my hood, I heard another car pull up to unload their belongings.

That must be Rachel, I thought.

I met Rachel over the summer. I was nervous at first, due to her lack of clean clothing and overwhelming amount of paint covered everything. But she ended up being very nice and down-to-earth. Which is exactly what I need during the school year—I tend to be more stressed as more homework and projects are put on my plate.

I ran outside while pulling the hood back up, I didn't expect the person who jumped out of the car. My heart started racing as I froze mid-stride on the sidewalk leading to my front door. I could recognize that dark unruly hair anywhere I went. He turned around and locked his piercing sea-green eyes with my sleet grey ones. My jaw dropped. Remembering I was now technically in public, I closed it and I brought my hands straight to my hips. Speaking of that camp I go to every year—

"Didn't expect to see you here, Seaweed Brain."

"Annabeth?" He smiled, and started running toward me in the rain. He trapped me fast in a tight bear hug. I returned it, laughing. "How's my Wise Girl?"

"I'd be better if you'd let me breathe," I said, pushing away to see his face. Gods did I miss his face.

"Sorry, I'm just so excited to see you! Wait," he paused as his eyebrows furrow, looking at the apartments behind me, apparently he was deeply in thought. "Do you live in these apartments?"

"No, I just felt like unloading all of my things in this one behind us. It looked nice enough so I just figured it was cool," Percy shoved my shoulder, smiling. "Yeah, I'm living here this year. How about you?"

"Yes! I live in unit C. We're right next door to each other! This is going to be a fun year." His smile nearly stopped my brain from functioning properly. "But right now, I have a whole carload to move five feet without being completely drenched. Unless you'd like to help?"

"No, unfortunately I have to unload my things in my room. Plus I have to entertain my dad while he's here. Is your mom here?"

"Nah, I drove myself," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "She and Paul had a little get away weekend and are in Duluth. Apparently Paul has some family out there."

"Duluth? As in, Minnesota?"

"Yeah. Don't ask me. If they come back with funny accents they will never live it down, don'tchya know?"

"Seaweed Brain, one of these days you will be slapped and I will do nothing to stop it."

"Probably because you'll be the one doing the slapping," he mutters. Which did earn him a slap.

"Case and point, Chase," he winked. "Seriously though, it's a hurricane out here and I have to move all this in by myself. I'd better get cracking," he turned to open his car door, not before giving me a smile and a wave. I waved back and ran back inside.

Percy Jackson was going to be my neighbor? So much for studying this year.

"Hey, Annabeth, I started placing boxes where I think they should go, but was unsure on a couple of them. Care to help me?"

"Sure, dad," I responded, grabbing one of the said unsure boxes in the process.

Nearly an hour later we had all of my things unpacked and ready to go. During that hour Rachel and our other roommate, Thalia, showed up as well. I told my dad about Percy being my neighbor and he smiled. Good thing my dad liked the little troublemaker. After my dad met them he deemed me worthy of being capable to make it through the year. Or at least until winter break. He gave me one last hug before trudging out into the rain.

That evening, the three of us had a 'family dinner'. Something Rachel thought of and emailed us as soon as she did. At two in the morning. She was that kind of person. Once she had an idea, there was no stopping her. I liked it, for the time being. We were having chicken alfredo when we heard a knock on our door. I got up to answer it, not expecting who was on the other side of it.

Percy had come over with a container of blue cookies. He was facing the street when he heard the door open and turned around, smiling.

"Hello again!" He laughed. "I get to see you twice in one day, Wise Girl. This is making out to be a great day."

"Hello to you, too, Perce," I laughed. "What are these for?"

"Oh, you know my mom," he responded, waving his hand. "She said that I had to become friendly with all my neighbors by giving them blue food. She figured her cookies would win them over. And make it easier to remember me by at the same time."

"Well, who could forget blue cookies?" I shook my head, smiling. "Do you want to come in? My roommates and I are having 'family dinner.'"

"What's that?" He cocked his head to the side and gave me a crooked grin. His eyes oscillated between sea green and a deep blue, with some teal thrown in as well.

Stop noticing these things, Annabeth.

"Where all three of us get together and eat a meal. Like a family. Hence the name," I smirked. "Want to come in and meet them?"

"Sure," he said.

I took the cookie container from him and lead him inside, and closed the door behind us. I placed the cookies on the counter and walked to the living room where my two roommates conversed about the new Hunger Games movie that was coming out.

"You know Peeta is going to win her heart in the end," Thalia exclaimed. She was sitting on the ground using the sofa as a back rest. "Don't deny it!"

"I'm not denying it, Thals," Rachel responded, folding her arms. She was sitting cross-legged on the sofa. "I just refuse to accept it."

"So you're denying it, then!" Thalia pointed at Rachel.

"No! I just wish that—hey, who's that?" Rachel stopped mid sentence, placing her hands on her folded up legs, as soon as she saw Percy. Thalia turned around and raised an eyebrow.

"Hey guys, this is Percy," I started. "We went to the same camp every summer since we were about twelve. Percy, meet Rachel and Thalia."

"Um, hi," Percy waved his hand. "And If I may, seeing as this debate should be ended by tonight, I agree with Thalia. Peeta and Katniss are going to happen."

"See, Rach, case and point. Thank you, Percy."

"Anytime?" He placed his hands in his pockets and shrugged.

"Percy brought over cookies, in case anyone is interested. They're in the—" Rachel and Thalia were already on the move, sprinting to the kitchen. I laughed.

"I never would have taken them for the type to run at the first opportunity of desert," Percy laughs. "They seem great! You should come over and meet my roommates sometime. They're a riot—especially Leo. He skipped a couple grades and got into college a bit early. He's only eighteen; pure genius, but a bit socially inept, if you catch my drift."

"Booksmart, not street smart. Gotchya." I noded.

"Yeah, luckily for you, Wise Girl, you got both ends of that stick," he smiled as he looked at me. "Well, I better continue delivering these cookies to the residents in this apartment complex. Goodness knows what my mom will do if none of her cookies are eaten."

"She is a force to be reckoned with, I wouldn't cross her."

"See? Point proven. Even Annabeth wouldn't go up against my mother. That's got to say something."

"Yeah," I sighed as I rolled my eyes. We walked back through the kitchen to the front door. Rachel was digging away at the cookies while Thalia was looking for milk in the fridge. Three empty glasses sat on the counter between them. "See you around, Percy," I said as he walked out the door. As I was shutting it behind me, I turned to see my roommates give me suspicious glares.

"What?"

"Are you two dating or something?" Thalia asked. Rachel leaned forward, stalling her chewing on a cookie in her mouth.

"Um. No. Why?"

"Really? He was looking at you like you're the best thing in the world. Are you sure?"

"I think I would know if I was dating someone, Thals."

"Annabeth, you wouldn't notice if anyone was flirting with you," Rachel responded. "Even if it was Gale Hawthorne, you wouldn't even budge." Her eyes suddenly turned dreamy.

"Again with the Hunger Games?"

"Yes, because that movie is going to be amazing!"

Shaking her head as her roommates entered into their heated debate from before, I take my glass of milk and two cookies upstairs to go to my room. Apparently, I had some thinking I had to do.

Sprawled out on my floor, blasting piano music by Ludovico Einaudi, and studying for a physics exam, I suddenly got shivers and couldn't focus. It has been two months since moving in to the apartment and I love every minute of it. I pulled myself off of the floor and over to my closet.

Well, it's best described as a closet. The ceiling slants towards the front of my room and my closet is therefore a large slanted cubby. Opening it to grab a sweater off of a hanger, I notice a glint of something shining in the back wall. I slide my dresser to the side and crawl in. As I got closer to examine it, I noticed it was a handle of sorts. There was a door at the back of my closet.

What was this, the entrance to Narnia or something?

Curious, I pulled the handle and swing the small door open, not without loosening the door from the floor jam first making quite a bit of noise, meeting another wall. When I was about to give up, seeing how this wasn't going to get me to Narnia, I turned to shut the door when all of a sudden the wall on the other side swings open. And on the other side, just as shocked and confused as me, was my best friend.

"Annabeth?" I sat down on the floor in my closet and cross my legs. "What is this?"

"This must be a secret door to lead between apartments," I ponder. "Like hotels have conjoined rooms, apparently so do we."

"Wait," Percy puts a hand in the air. "This is your room?"

"Yeah, is this your room?"

"Yeah buddy! We have the best rooms in the apartment complex!" He sat down, too. "So, I've been meaning to talk to you, then."

"Oh? What about?"

"Your ridiculous music. Why do you blast that stuff? Is it to put me to sleep? Because I'll admit, that works."

I rolled my eyes.

"No, it helps me study."

"Really?" He shriveled up his nose in mock disgust.

"You should try it sometime," I deadpan.

"What, the music?"

"No," I smirk. "Studying."

He stuck his tongue at at me.

"I'll have you know that I am not failing a class yet this semester. You should be proud of me."

"Immensely, Seaweed Brain, immensely."

"Thank you," he said. "Now, I'd better get going to bed. Crank that stuff up, if you like. I've gotta be up early for swim practice."

"Well, goodnight then, Seaweed Brain. We'll have to utilize this in the future. Maybe late night hangouts like we had back at camp, maybe some video games?"

"Wise Girl," he responded cheekily, "I'm surprised you're still single. I don't know a guy who wouldn't go for late night video games with the girl in their closet from next door."

"Goodnight, Percy," I rolled my eyes and shut the door. I heard him laughing on the other side. I walked over to my radio, grinning, and turned up the volume, per his request, turning my speakers to the direction of his room. I heard him knock on the wall once as sarcastic thanks. I returned the knock, and then to my studies.

But I couldn't focus now that I knew he was simply a doorway away.