Annabeth sat uncomfortably at the kitchen table in her apartment with jeans, a hoodie, and fuzzy socks, Head in her hands. She wasn't going to ask Percy to come with her. He had a life here...she couldn't up root that. She couldn't be selfish with wanting him to come with her.

Annabeth heard the door open and clunk at the door. The sound of a guitar case. She swallowed her pride, getting up and heading to the living room.

Percy stood tall, taking off his coat. "Hey Wise Girl." He swallowed, his voice quivering with nervousness, just enough where he couldn't show Annabeth he was scared about this conversation.

"Hey Seaweed Brain." She crossed her arms, gesturing to sit.

Percy nodded, and sat down. Before Annabeth sat down in front of him. Eyes lit up.

"Percy...I don't know how to tell you this." Annabeth looked down. "And I'm not expecting you to come with me but-"

"Annabeth? Come with you? What is it?" Percy leaned forward, grabbing her hand.

Annabeth took a deep breath in. "I have a job offer."

"Wait? That's it, that's great! Annabeth-"

"It's in New York." She blurted out before he could finish his sentence.

Percy's hand went limp in hers. "You have a job offer in New York?" He cleared his throat.

"Yes, with the New York Times and Please I'm not expecting you to come with me. I would love you too but i know you have a life here."

"Annabeth-I got an offer with a music company to start my own album. In California." He pulled away from Annabeths hand and sat back.

"California? That's great. That's good. That's been your dream since a child." She pushed her hair behind her ears.

"Yeah...and working for the New York Times is also your dream." Percy cleared his throat.

"But like I said, I wasn't really expecting you to come with me." She blurted out.

"Don't lie. Please don't lie to me." He looked at her. His eyes darkening with sadness

Annabeth felt her eyes watering. "Of course, I want you to come. I'm in love with you and I want to have an life with you." She whispered.

"I want that Annabeth I do, especially with you. I just- it's a one shot thing in music." He started to build his wall back up slowly.

"No, No, yeah I get that."

Dead Air. A sudden and undesirable silence. There they sat for minutes. Maybe hours. The room darkening expect a small lamp in the corner by the door.

Sitting silently, minds pondering to the one event that would occur tonight. There would be no escape tonight.

They were just try to prolong the inevitable.

The inevitable being, Annabeth would be going to New York, and Percy going to California. Percy was angered.

This was a good thing he never should've invested in. He gave everything to her and it was unfair. He built up his wall up even more. Scared of being hurt by this.

Annabeth was the first one to speak up. "Is this it?" She whispered, her voice cracking from the tears starting to come down.

"Yeah...Yeah i think it is. I think I should go now."

Annabeth was going to put up a fight. But he was out the door faster than she could even mutter a "don't go."

Annabeth, grabbed onto the couch as she broke down crying.

Percy standing on the other side of the door, wiping away tears of his own. Before sucking it up and heading to a bar.

He drank. And drank, until his wallet was empty. Getting into a fight and into jail that night. At 4 A.M, they released him after he sobered up. He walked quietly down the street, before pausing.

He reached into his pocket, dialing a number he knew by heart.

He pressed it to his ear.

A small voice muttering a Hello tiredly from the other end.

"Hey Mom. It's Percy. I just wanted to tell you that I Love You, and I, uh well, I'm coming home."