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It was one of those rare Saturdays when I was actually alone. Sally was out running errands and Percy was out skate boarding with his friends Travis and Connor. Normally, I would take advantage of the apartment being so quiet and grade stuff, but I had already finished grading all of my papers and I had my lesson plans all set for the rest of the year. I decided that I would clean the apartment, like a good fiancée would do. The only problem was that Sally is a neat freak, so the apartment was virtually spotless. Well, every room but Percy's. I didn't want to seem like I was snooping, because I liked the fact that we got along and Percy kind of scared me. But his room was disgusting. I couldn't even see that floor and it smelled like teenage boy. So, I decided to clean it. Worst decision ever. Percy obviously never did laundry, his hamper was overflowing with laundry and he had dirty socks and boxer briefs shoved in the corners and under the bed. Candy wrappers, chip bags, and soda cans were all around the room and he had a pizza box with a few crust left sitting on his bureau. After getting rid of all the trash and putting his laundry in the wash, I noticed something peeking out of his closet. When I opened it, full Greek battle armor fell out. I gaped at it for a few seconds. What fifteen year old keeps battle armor in his closet? I opened it fully and couldn't believe what I saw. He had a gigantic shield too, the size of a NBA backboard. The there were the weapons. He had javelins, a spear, a dagger, a bow and a quiver full of arrows. They were a weird color, maybe bronze, and seemed to glow. I backed out of the room and shut the door. Someone would have a lot of explaining to do when they got in.
I was sitting on the couch, pretending to read a newspaper, but I was really waiting for Percy. It wasn't like I could just ignore this. He was keeping lethal weapons in his closet. A few minutes later, I heard laughter coming from the hallway, then keys jingling and the door opened. Percy walked in, holding a skateboard and a helmet. He closely followed by his two friends.
"Hey Paul, what's up?" Percy asked, heading towards the kitchen for a drink. I cleared my throat.
"Percy, we need to talk." He came back in to the room, a perplexed expression on his face.
"Okay?" He said, taking a seat on the coach across from me. Connor and Travis grinned.
"Someone's in trouble," they sang, grinning before leaving without another word. Percy glared at the door, like it would actually affect the boys.
"I want to talk about what's in your closet," I said, trying to bring him back into the conversation.
"Closet? I'm not gay. I've had sex. With girls."
"Really?" I was pretty shocked, he was only fifteen and was pretty oblivious when it came to girls. He looked proud. Then I remember that he was in trouble.
"No, that's not what I meant. I was cleaning your room and-"
"You went into my room and snooped through my stuff!" He interrupted, practically steaming. I nodded.
"It was a mess, I was cleaning. But that's not important."
"It is to me." He muttered under his breath, but I ignored him.
"As I was saying, I came across some rather... weird things. Would you like to explain to me why you had full battle armor and weapons? Did you rob a museum?" He snorted.
"No I didn't rob a museum. They're mine."
"Why on earth would you have them?" He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"I always knew that I would have to tell you, you're marrying my mom, after all." Percy took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Paul , I'm not like other kids. My dad, he's not just named after the Greek god Poseidon, he is the god Poseidon." I stared at him, not sure if he was kidding or if I should call Sally.
"Percy, I'm being serious."
"So am I. I'm a demi-god, Paul. I fight monsters, I do favors for the gods, and I have special abilities." I started laughing.
"Great joke, Percy. But I just want to know why that stuff is in your closet."
"To protect myself." He answered, completely serious.
"Percy, maybe we should call your mom," I said nervously, eyeing the phone.
"Oh, you don't believe me?" He demanded, then whipped out a gold ballpoint point that I always see him with. He looked at me, snapped his fingers, and then uncapped it. Instead of it being a pen, it grew until it was a large, bronze sword. Then he did something I wasn't expecting. Percy stuck it in my chest. I whimpered, expecting pain and death, but nothing happened. He continued to jab it into me, but there were no results. Finally, he stopped.
"Mortals, they aren't important enough to kill. Celestial bronze, like Riptide," he gestured to his sword, "can only harm monster, gods, demi-gods, and furniture." I sighed. Either I was going crazy, or Percy was telling the truth.
"Okay, I believe you," Percy smiled. " To an extent," I added, and his face fell.
"I'll wait until I hear from your mother. Then, we'll talk more." He nodded.
"Fine. Until then, I'm be at the beach. A hippocampi is stuck and needs my help. Tell mom I'll be back later." I waved bye and he left in a spray of ocean mist. I got out my laptop and started googling physiatrists. The way things were looking, Percy and I both clearly needed one.
I decided that since Nico can shadow travel, Percy should be able to do something cool for transportation, too. His mom can't drive him everywhere. Since part of the ocean is in him, I figured he could turn himself into mist. Pretty far fetched, but he is a demi-god. See you guys tomorrow and I hoped you liked it :)