Percabeth one shots

Brian Di'Az

Brian's P.O.V

Hey, my name is Brian, it's nice to meet you! Is that good? I hope it is, I've been practicing that in the mirror for about four hours. You see, I got to be really close friends with this gorgeous, beautiful girl named Annabeth when she lived in Cali.

I met her dad and brothers, I think they liked me, but every time I asked Annabeth would change the subject.  It freaked me out because you can't really come back from someones parents hating you, it's kind of a GAME OVER scenario. Anyways, now she's moved to NY and she's been there for about a month.

I'm sure she's feeling home sick, after all her dad had lived in San Fran for forever so it made sense that she would too, and now she was in a big scary place like New York. I heard there were these three kids from NY that got into this huge country wide man hunt. When they were twelve. That's some scary stuff. 

So now I was standing in front of her apartment door in the city, going off the address she had given me to send letters to. (She doesn't use a cell phone, weird right?).

I smiled, what was more romantic then traveling huge distances? It would get me from best friend to boyfriend in seconds. Hopefully.

I took a deep breath and knocked on the door, waiting for it to be opened by the second family I presumed Annabeth lived with. There was a shuffling sound, then pounding like someone was walking down the stairs.

Seriously? It was like 12 and this person sounded like they had just woken up. When the door swung open I froze. 

Standing there was a guy easily half a foot taller than me, ripped, shirtless. He was rubbing his eyes which I noted were a really vibrant green, they looked like the ocean after a storm. 

He blew some messy black hair out of his eyes and looked at me oddly, "Can I help you?" God this was embarrassing, what are the chances of me knocking on the wrong door?

"I'm sorry. Do you know where Annabeth Chase lives?" He narrowed his eyes at me "Who wants to know, exactly?" his tone had gone from slightly annoyed, possibly curious and tired, to cold, harsh, and dangerous.

He was the kind of person you answered automatically, I don't care who you are. "Brian Di'Az"  his faced brightened automatically.

"Oh! You really should have said that earlier" He said awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry, gotta ask" He shrugged like he wasn't sorry at all. 

He pulled my arm and yanked me in after him, "Come in then!" I looked around as I crossed over into the apartment, spotting Annabeth's jacket and shoes sitting near the door. I couldn't help but be surprised, Annabeth lived here? I started freaking out before my brain started to rationalize, maybe it's her cousin, or he needs to look up where she lives.

He walked to the kitchen before he began making coffee, I think. There were a ton of extra ingredients being shaken and stirred into the concoction, resembling a Starbucks drinks on steroids. Whatever he was making seemed incredibly complicated to me, but he was doing it like it was nothing. 

"Right then, time to wake sleeping beauty" he winked before climbing the stairs. As we walked I saw pictures lining the walls. Some depicted the still unidentified guy leading me around and a pretty middle aged women that looked like him a bit.

Then there were some of the women and a man I'm guessing was the guys dad, though he didn't look like him at all which was weird. Usually you can find something in a parents face that they passed on to their kid, the cut of their jaw, their nose, maybe their ears, but this guy could've been a complete stranger for all he resembled his son. The pictures were obviously in time line order, as Mr. No name kept growing in the pictures.