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It always happened at the worst of times for Percy, and today was no exception.

There he was, strolling down 5th Ave. He was walking to the Metropolitan Museum of

Art to meet Annabeth. The week before, she informed him she would be having her first day off from reconstructing Olympus, but instead of wanting to spent it lounging in the grass at Central Park or hanging out at Percy's family's apartment eating his mothers homemade blue chocolate chip cookies or even having a well needed make out session, she wanted to look at more art.

So as the amazing, most generous boyfriend that Percy was, he agreed to accompany her.

As he was walking he was off in his own little world thinking of curly blonde hair and lemons scents. What he didn't notice was the hellhound that was lurking in the shadows to the right of him.

Before he could blink the hellhound had leaped from his spot aiming its long sharp claws at Percy.

The only reason Percy was still alive was from the many years of training at Camp Half-Blood, the place where the children of the Greek gods could go to learn how to survive.

Percy quickly dodged to the right and as he pulled out and uncapped Riptide- his magical sword, his pants dropped down to his ankles. Percy looked down mortified, then glanced back up at the hellhound, said hellhound was still in its crouched position as if expecting the pants to be some sort of weapon. The hellhound had its head turned to the side and it's ears perked up in a curious expression.

With haste percy scrambled to pull his pants back up to his hips. Muttering curses under his breathe, Percy quickly sliced through the hellhound making it dissolve into a billion little gold dust particles. Percy recapped Riptide and began sprinting as fast as someone could holding on to there pants, thinking of the different ways Annabeth would kill him for being late.

He came to a stop in front of Annabeth, slightly out of breathe, griping his jeans.

Before he could come up with an explanation, Annabeth beat him too it.

"Your pants fell down again, didn't they?" She asked with her light blonde eyebrow arched.

Percy's face turned red, muttering a "Shut up." Before sulking into the building leaving a hysterical Annabeth behind.
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