those little town blues (complete)
âWhat are you talking about?â Percy asked, his accent hitting harder than it had before. His ah vowel was like an A and U and W smushed together. âWhy are you the only one who can see me?â
Annabeth closed her eyes. âFuck,â she said. âSeriously? This is just my luck.â She turned back to Percy, kind of vaguely relishing how no one around them seemed to care that she was talking to thin air. âYouâre dead.â
Percy blinked at her. A drop of water made its way down the arch of his nose. âWhat?â
âI can see ghosts. Spirits. People who havenât yet moved on.â She let that sink in for a moment, then added, âlike you.â
For as long as she can remember, Annabeth has been able to see ghosts. For as long as she can remember, Annabeth has had absolutely terrible luck.
So, of course, three days after landing in New York City to begin her first real, full-time job, she meets Percy, a soaking wet ghost with a real, full-time attitude problem.
aka, my ghost whisperer au. rated m.
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