Summary: Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase just wanted to have a normal date for once. Now, because the Fates hate them, they're running from weirdos in spandex.
Scene:
Peter stared at the blonde girl. His spidey-sense was off the hook, and he had a distinct sense that she was some kind of enemy. But besides all that, she seemed vaguely familiar. Peter suddenly remembered the past summer, when he had felt an odd pulling sensation, and a girl's face had flashed through his mind. This girl is not to be trusted, a voice had told him, she uses trickery and evil. A girl who had looked suspiciously like the one in front of him now. Peter shook off the memory, and focused on what [whoever] was saying.
"Sorry, what?" he asked.
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Random Chapters of Books I have Never and Will Never Write
RandomBasically, sometimes I get inspiration to write a fanfic or a book and I write scenes, but I know the book will never happen, so I put these brainfarts here, in the hopes someone will plagiarize them (and then tag me so I can read the finished work)!
