annabeth and percy-dirty little secret

.Okay so I was laying there in 침대 when Annabeth knocks on my door.
She was holding four guitars, and a Wii console
"What the-"
"Remember that one night at your moms apartment when we were having a 기타 hero battle"
"We never finished"
She nodded and smiled.
It took her about five 분 took hook up everything and then I turned the volume up super loud. It was only 9pm, so we had time to rock out.


Around 10pm theres a knock on our door.
"Oh gods we're busted!!!"
We threw the guitars behind the 침대 and turned the volume down.
"You're not supposed to be in here!! Go hide in the closet!!"
She Buried...

Percy:

"I didn't know her that well." Annabeth whispered as she lay a white rose on the clear stone coffin. Annabeth's hand shook in mine. I squeezed it tighter for her comfort. "I heard she was a great friend. I wish I could have known her better."

Nico got up as well. "I definitely didn't know her. But I will personly see that she goes to the fields of Elysium to be with her sister, Jillian, in the underworld."

Micheal got up next. 당신 could tell he was crying. "She reminded me of my best friend. My step sister. My friend Jillian's father and my mother got married after they had Jillian and...

Everyone thinks their parents are amazing. Yea they get on your nerves, big time. But would 당신 still like them if your father was one of the greatest 히어로즈 of Greek demigod history? Would 당신 still like your mother if she was an extremely know it all? Yea, thats me. My dad is Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon. The dud that gives 당신 seashells as a birthday present. Sad to say Poseidon's my grandpa.

My name is Brenna Zoe Jackson. My middle name is Zoe after the head hunter of Artemis that died saving my dad's life. My mom says its a great honor to have that name. I think its a bit creepy. Now...

So this is a different take on the long awaited percabeth reunion coming up in "The Mark of Athena" I thought it was fun to wite and I hope 당신 guys like it...

“Mumee? Would 당신 tell me a story?”
    The child’s mother sat on her bed, and the girl’s shoulders slumped. The stormy grey eyes she looked into seemed to be calculating an escape route. That was the thing about Sally’s mother. She was always worrying, and she never gave two bedtime stories. ‘Wise girl’ Sally thought ‘Daddy says mommy likes to be called wise girl.’
“Please wise girl?” Sally tried...