Yay! An update! This chapter is for Loves To Read Books who suggested that Percy and Paul's parents meet. Part of this chapter was also inspired by a pictured drawn by Burdge Bug who is a great artist and I love her Percy Jackson fan art. I'll post a link for it, I can't get sued for that or anything, right? This takes place right before the Lost Hero, it's the day before Percy and Annabeth go to camp and before Percy got kidnapped.

"Mom! Dad! How nice to see you!" I said, hugging them both. Winter break was about to start and my parents decided that they were going to stay with us for the holidays, which was fine with me. Sally, of course, was freaking out. My parents were extremely hard to please and my mother acted like the stereotypical mother-in-law; mean and nasty. Other than that though, she was quite pleasant.

"Paul, sweetheart! I haven't seen you since your wedding a few months ago! You've gotten chubby," she said, patting under my chin. I gaped at her.

"No I am not!" I cried, discretely looking at myself in the car mirror. She completely ignored me.

"And your hair! You have a family now, Paul. You can't have the same haircut you had as a teenager." She continued to nag me the whole drive to the apartment. I wanted to bash my face against the steering wheel. I knew there was a reason that I left Vermont for New York. If I had to hear her say one more thing, I was going to jump off the Brooklyn Bridge.

"We're here!" I shouted, cutting here off. I think I heard my dad mutter a finally. My mother got out of the car and started walking towards the building, like she was on a mission rather than just visiting her son and his family. I grabbed some luggage and followed her, not wanting Sally to have to deal with my mom on her own. By the time I got up, I was panting and sweating despite the cold air.

"You need to get more exercise," was all she said. We practically ran past the doorman who gave me a knowing look. Finally, we got to the elevator and I all but collapsed against the wall, trying to caught my breath. I hit the button for our floor and tried to ignore the disdainful look my mother was sending my way. Luckily, no one else got on the elevator and soon the elevator doors opened with a ding. Though my mom had never visited, she knew where to go and started ringing the doorbell furiously. Sally swung open the door and looked surprised, like she wasn't really expecting to see us.

"Muriel, it's so nice to see you!" Sally said, trying to sound upbeat and happy, but her voice was shaking and she looked nervous. She was wearing a really pretty sweater dress and make up, which was weird seeing as she wasn't going anywhere. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and went to grab a bag, but my mother stopped her.

"No, no, Sally. Paul's a man, he can handle bags," she said, and to prove her point shoved her coat in my face. "Come Sally dear, I would like a tour of the apartment." She grabbed Sally's arm and started dragging her away from the door, Sally gave me a look that screamed help me before disappearing from my sight. My dad came up, hauling in most of the bags. He dropped them in the middle of the living room with a grunt.

"Where's your wife?" He asked, glancing around the room.

"She's giving Mom a tour," I answered. He just looked at me.

"How do you give a tour of an apartment?" I just shrugged. Mom would probably find a way.

"You don't. Paul, why do you live in an apartment?" My mom whined. Sally came in behind her and looked like she was about to cry.

"This is New York, it's full on apartments, not houses." She gave a distasteful sniff.

"You should move back to Vermont. Get a nice house with a big yard. Speaking of which, the house across the street from ours is on sale! And, conveniently, they need a new English teacher at the high school," she said cheerfully. Sally paled at the thought and my father gave me a look that screamed don't do it!

"Sorry, but I really love New York and besides, we have Percy to think of," I said reasonably.

"Fine, I can see that you're still in your rebellious stage. We'll talk about it later. Now, where will I be sleeping? I'm guessing you don't have any hidden guest rooms." Sally flushed pink.

"My son, Percy, is going away for vacation, so you'll be staying in his room." My mother looked outraged.

"He's leaving for Christmas? But that's a time for family! Besides, I haven't even met the boy yet!"

"Percy doesn't celebrate Christmas, he's… something else that's not Christian," I said awkwardly. I couldn't say that Percy was a demi-god, therefore he worshipped the ancient Greek gods, and I didn't exactly know what to call that to make it seem normal. My parents probably thought he was Jewish or something, and accepted the answer.

"Percy's not leaving until tomorrow though, so you'll still get to met him. Won't that be lovely?" Sally said, clapping her hands together. I fought the urge to snort. It wasn't going to be too lovely for Percy, that's for sure.

"Where is he, then? I need to make sure Paul is trying to be the father figure he needs." Of course she did.

"Percy's father, he's still in the picture, so I'm more like a friend," I explained. "He's probably in his bedroom," I said, looking towards Sally who confirmed that with a nod. I grabbed most of my parent's bags and started walking towards Percy's room.

The normally short trip to Percy's bedroom was taking much longer than it should have not only because of all the bags, but because everyone was really quiet, and that tends to make time go by slower. It was so quiet, that as we got closer to Percy's bedroom, we could hear soft voices from behind the door.

"-we'll be at camp soon, Seaweed Brain. Do you know what that means?" a girly voice whispered. Percy gave a lazy "Mmm" in response.

"It means that we'll be all alone. No interruptions, no parents, and basically no supervision. Just me, you, and your empty cabin." I was going to knock on the door, just to let them know that they needed to stop whatever they were doing, and get presentable. My mother, however, had other ideas. She just opened the door and I was met by something I never want to see again. Percy was lying down on his bed, the one that my parents were going to have to sleep on, shirtless with his pants unbuttoned and Annabeth wearing nothing but a tank top and underwear on top of him. Judging by the look on his face and the position they were in, I highly doubt that they were playing monopoly.

"Perseus Menelaus Jackson!" Sally shouted. Percy and Annabeth froze. Annabeth tried to scramble off of him, but he held her down.

"Let me up!" She hissed.

"No, I can't! That's my mom!" He argued, trying to keep her firmly on his lap. Annabeth managed to scramble out of his grasp and put on a pair of his sweatpants that were lying on the floor. Percy had covered his problem using a pillow and looked at all of us in horror.

"Annabeth was helping me clean," he said stupidly, making no move to put a shirt on. Annabeth groaned and smacked her face into her palm.

"Really, Percy? Cleaning?" She said incredulously, like it was the worst excuse ever. He just shrugged.

"Well, we were cleaning," he argued, gesturing to the room which was actually sparkling clean. It was so clean, I actually got to see the carpet for the first time since were started renting. My mother took the silence as her cue to start ranting.

"This is an outrage! That is not proper young lady behavior! And you young man! Are you that stupid that you didn't hear us?" Percy said yes while Annabeth stared at my mother, her face going from an embarrassed red to an angry red.

"This is the twenty first century, you old hag! I'm allowed to do whatever I want with my boyfriend, and I'm the only one who can insult his intelligence, so I suggest that you go back to the crypt you came from before I send you a one way trip to Hades!" She screamed, glaring at my mother and looking for what I assumed was her dagger. Sally walked in and put an arm around her shoulder.

"Calm down, dear. Why don't you and I go into the kitchen and have a little chat while Paul gets his parents settled in?" Annabeth nodded and went with Sally, apologizing the whole way to the kitchen. My mother glared at Percy, who was still just sitting there with no shirt on.

"Well, aren't you going to get up and make yourself presentable?" She snapped.

"Oh, yeah." He said, getting up and still holding the pillow over himself. He walked out of the room and towards the bathroom, only to pop his head back in the room five seconds later. "It was nice meeting you guys. Hopefully, next time I'll be dressed." Then he walked away. My father was laughing quietly and my mother was in shock. Then she turned to me.

"Paul, this is all your fault."

I'm pretty happy with this chapter, and I would just like to remind everyone that Percy and Annabeth are almost seventeen, so want they were doing was completely age appropriate. I want to thank everyone for reading, reviewing, adding this story to there favorite, and for author and story alerting. I just have one little request to make: I would like at least five reviews for this chapter, because reviews make my day and they mean a lot to me.

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