Chapter 1: Accidentally Meeting You
"Oh, dad!" Annabeth Chase whined as she struggled to get her and her father's bag from the luggage area of the arrival part of the airport. Annabeth and her father, Fredrick Chase, were having a trip in San Francisco because Fredrick was invited for a seminar about traditional music. Annabeth's father was a teacher of traditional music and wanted Annabeth to take up the same path. She's really good in playing the violin herself.
"What took you so long?" Fredrick snapped at Annabeth. She bit her lip.
"I got held up looking for our luggage." She said simply. "Can you please help me with this one?" she said, handing over one of the bags to her dad.
"I'm getting this old, how much strength do I have? Yet, you still dare to order me."
"Isn't this all your luggage, dad?" she complained "How can you bring so much stuff for a 3 days and 2 nights trip?"
"Don't you know that the older you become the more you have to pay attention to your looks? Let's go!" Annabeth made a face on that one.
They kept on walking until they found the man who's supposed to pick them up from the airport.
"Hey you!" Fredrick yelled at the man holding a placard "Fredrick Chase. That's me"
"Thank you for all your trouble for coming all the way here." The man said "Now let me take you to the seminar venue."
Fredrick nodded and turned to Annabeth, "Annabeth, just go to the hotel by yourself, okay? Just pick me up when the seminar ends."
Annabeth smiled and nodded, happy to be left alone for sightseeing, "Give me money for the fare" she demanded when her father started to turn away.
Her dad took out his wallet and handed her fifty dollars, "Spend it wisely!"
Annabeth looked at it incredulously, "50 dollars? You're only giving 50 dollars? This won't be enough for the fare!"
"Take the bus!" Her dad snapped "It's not good for young people to always take a cab"
"Let's go" Fredrick told the man. And together they went out of the airport leaving Annabeth alone with the luggage and fifty dollars.
"Giving me a bit more would've been good." She muttered to herself. She shrugged and continued to drag the luggage to the bus stop outside the airport.
After Annabeth left the insides of the airport, a rather handsome, young man with sea green eyes and jet black hair walked out of the luggage area and followed Annabeth's example of going to the bus stop. He was wearing a plain white shirt with a blue button up long sleeve, head phones hanging on his shoulders, and a guitar on his back. His name was Percy Jackson and he was a very good guitarist. He was taking a vacation in San Francisco, or rather getting inspiration to write new compositions. He was a band member at his school back in New York.
Annabeth however, was still struggling with the luggage, and when she saw the bus she hurried off. But unfortunately, one of the wheels of the luggage broke. She struggled to balance the bag but before she can do that, Percy took the handle and carried it to the bus without saying a word.
"Um, oh . . . " Annabeth started to say, but Percy was already in the bus with her luggage. So she followed him instead. She got her bag from him and muttered, "Thank you, thank you."
Percy, however, just shrugged and gave her a small smile, acting nonchalant. Annabeth thought, that from the looks of it, he was a "man of few words" type of guy, he was keeping a cool façade but there's a mysterious aura around him, like he can be arrogant and sweet at the same time. Also seems that he's indifferent about the things that don't concern him. And he was very handsome, too. Percy noticed her staring so she quickly looked away.
Annabeth focused on examining the map of San Francisco, figuring out where to go first. She decided that it's better to leave the bags in the hotel first, so she climbed out of the bus the moment she spotted the hotel. Percy, yet again, followed her example. But instead of going in the hotel, he rented a bike and headed towards the beach.
"Traditional music seems so old fashioned, right? But it can also be modernized." One of the participants in the seminar said.
"Just now, you also heard what the Japanese had said, right? Traditions need to evolve with the modern world, what should be changed has to be changed. We should not strictly adhere to traditional music but accept what should be accepted . . . " he never had the chance to finish because Fredrick Chase pounded his hand on the table.
"What are all these talks about?" he asked angrily.
"Teacher . . . "
"Accept what? How can we still call it tradition if it's already been modernized?" he snapped.
"We wanted to take some risks and try something new. Lately, crossovers between different styles have been very popular . . ." one of the participants tried to explain
"What? Cross-what?" Fredrick asked. "Nonsense! Next time, don't talk about all this useless stuff in front of me!" he threw his arms in the air and began to stand up.
"Sir, where are you going?"
"I'm going back to New York!" He snapped and disappeared behind the door.
Annabeth was spending her time relaxing at the beach. She was sitting on the sand, cross legged while sketching some kind of building. At that moment, her cellphone rang. She looked at the caller ID and saw that her father was calling. She gasped and looked at the time before answering the call.
"What time is it already?" her dad was yelling so loudly that she jumped and held the receiver a foot away from her ears. "Where are you? Why aren't you here yet?"
Annabeth cringed, "I'll be there right away, dad! Please wait a moment." She quickly hung up and made her way to the hotel. Little did she know that Percy Jackson, who, at the moment was standing at the top of the lighthouse was taking pictures of the scenery and because of this commotion, Percy diverted his attention to her. He found this scene quite amusing so he took a picture of it. He smiled and stared at Annabeth's running figure.
Annabeth reached their hotel room in a matter of minutes. She collapsed at the first chair she saw. But just then she heard her father's voice.
"Didn't I tell you to wait at the hotel? Where did you go?" He yelled.
"But you told me to pick you up!" she defended. "I went there and saw you eating without me." She pouted and clutched her stomach.
"That's enough! Follow me."
"Why?" she asked.
"We're going back to New York!"
"Whether it's this guy or that guy, there are no decent youngsters this nowadays." Her father complained. "Even if the world ends, I will never do that cross whatever thing!"
Annabeth made a face, "Did you quarrel with someone again?"
"Am I still a child? To be quarreling at this age. Grab the luggage and come with me!"
Annabeth sighed, a symbol of defeat, "What about food?" she asked. But she saw that her father was already out the door. She scrambled to get the luggage and followed her father. Well, there goes her vacation.