Whatever happens, don't blame me

I just read the Last Olympian in four and a half hours. .God. That sounded really girly, but hey. That book was FRICKIN AWESOME!!!!! If you read it, you can send some reviews with your opinions on the ending.

Percy POV:

Crap. Crap. Crap.

Crap.

I sat up really fast, causing Annabeth to wake up. She stiffened, then turned around really fast with a look of shock on her face.

"Did we really..." She couldn't finish, but all I did was nod and show her the ring on my finger.

"Yeah. I think we did. I am so sorry." An idea just occured to me. "We can just get a divorce!"

My smile dissapeared when I saw her face. "I-I don't believe in divorces, Percy. That wouldn't work." She looked thoughtful for a minute. "Wait a second, is your last name Jackson, like Poseidon Jackson?" I just nodded my head, confused where she was going with this. "Oh my God. Percy I am so sorry. I don't want you to have a bad reputation. I'm so, so-" I put my finger on her lips, silencing her.

"It's fine, you won't damage my rep at all. I couldn't care less what people thought of me." She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Hey. None of that. I don't regret this at all. This will be one of the moments where both us can look back on while we terrorize the old folk home on our motor scooters." At this she cracked up and started smiling.

"You seriously don't regret this?"

"I wouldn't change it for the world." She smiled, reached over and hugged me.

"Wait, wouldn't that make my last name Jackson now?" I mulled it over in my head and nodded.

"I guess it does. Well, I-" I cut off and paled.

"What's wrong Percy?"

"Shit," I cursed. "My cousins are gonna give me hell for this." I just started laughing and couldn't stop.

"Percy? Are you okay?" I nodded and stopped laughing enough to explain.

"We just did the exact same stereotypical thing everyone thinks that people do in Vegas." This time she joined in my laughter. We were interupted by voices in the hall.

"I'm telling you, I saw him take this girl into his room," I rolled my eyes at Nico's voice.

"I so don't-" Thalia rounded the corner and her eyes widened. "Percy got laid," I rolled my eyes again.

"Actually no, my dear Thalia, I got married." Her eyes widened impossibly large and her jaw dropped.

"Y-you got m-married?"

"Well no shit, Sherlock," I lifted my hand and showed her the band.

"Damn," Nico said. "You get married and all I get is a huge hangover. Lucky bastard," He started muttering to himself about marriage. We all just stared at him strangely.

"Well, if you don't mind, me and Annebeth need to get dressed." Thalias' eyes widened and she grabbed Nico, dragging him across the room.

"So what happens now? I actually got evicted and am here for my brothers sake. He just got divorced. I can't go back home. Do we stay in Vegas longer? Do I have-" I cut her off.

"Don't worry about it now. We'll handle it when it comes. As for right now, I think we'll stay in Vegas. We were only here for one night." She looke calmer but still worried. "I'm serious. Now let's get dressed. I call shower first!" I jumped up and ran off to the bathroom. I had closed and locked the door when I realized that I had no clothes.

"Damn," I mutttered. I shrugged. I would just go out in a towel. I took my shower, becoming more relaxed.

When I was done, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist. I opened the door and walked out to living room part of the hotel. I located my suitcase and was about to drop the towel, when a gasp was heard. I spun around and saw Annabeth ogling my chest.

"Like what you see, eh?" I retorted cockily. She blushed then smirked.

"Yeah, I like it. But can't I ogle my husband?" That was still weird to hear. I shook my head and leaned down to be eye level with her.

"Does that mean I can ogle my wife?" I reached around to her back and felt her bra strap. I unhooked it, and her breasts pressed against my chest. I leant even closer to her ear and whispered, "I do hope so," She replied by reaching around and grabbing for my towel. "Ah, ah, ah," I grabbed her hands and put them above her head. "None of that."

And then we were interupted by the phone.

"Damn phone, I hate you," I muttered as I walked toward the phone in the bedroom. I could hear the shower running in the bathroom.

"Hello?"

"Yes, is this Percy Jackson?"

"Yes, may I ask who this is?"

"I am Annabeths' brother, and I was wondering where the hell she is and why she is with you." I sighed. This was gonna be an akward conversation.

"Alright. She is with me in my hotel room, and she is here because we got drunk and are now as a result, married. I can have you talk to her if you don't believe me," I could feel the shock radiating from him.

"Oh. My. God."

"That's what I said."

"You didn't mean to? Not at all?"

"Nope, not at all. It just happened."

"Wow. My name is Malcolm by the way. I guess your my brother in law."

"Yep. I still haven't gotten used to the whole husband/wife thing. We get along well, though," I started thinking of the kitchen encounter.

"Yeah."

"Me and Annabeth will be there in a few. She's taking a shower. We'll see you soon I guess."

"Yeah. Well, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

I hung the phone up and sat down on the couch, wearing jeans and shoes, still missing my shirt.

"Wow." That pretty much sums it up.