Diclaimer: I own nothing

Hello people! How are you today? I am great! Here is Chapter 9. I'll give you a clue about the surprise before you start: Remember I wrote that Percy would go crazy if something happened to his sword? Leave a review when you finish reading!

Annabeth's POV:

Percy and I started walking towards the restaurant. He had an arm around my waist, so that made it possible for me to put my head on his shoulder as we walked. We didn't talk, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. It wasn't like the silence that was at every single meal we had had. We kept walking in silence until Percy spoke up:

"You know? Your brothers are not that hard to teach. It was kind of fun telling them our stories and talking about swords."

"Well, I am glad you are having fun. Remember the plane leaves tomorrow's night at nine."

"Got it"

"I still haven't forgot my promise"

"What promise?" he asked and his eyebrows got together. He looked cute like that.

"Remember I promised you that if you came here with me I would do anything you wanted when we got to New York?"

"Oh… Yes, I remember now. However, I still don't know what to ask you to do."

"Well, I promised you I would do anything, so when we get there, just ask"

"Sure I will"

We got into the restaurant and sat on an empty table. I ordered a plate of pasta and Percy ordered a cheese burger, naturally.

"Will you ever eat anything else but cheese burgers?" I asked when the waiter was gone

"You of all people should know that won't happen" he said and smiled

We ate in silence and then, after Percy paid the bill, we walked home again. I was thinking about last night, about the dinner we had had. Suddenly, I saw something big and black across the street, in the park. A hellhound.

"Percy, run!"

"What? Why?"

"Because there is a hellhound across the street!" I shouted, and that made the hellhound look at us, and showed his enormous teeth at me "Percy, he saw us. Kill it!"

"I don't have my sword!"

"What?!" The hellhound was coming at us

"I don't have pockets! Annabeth, just run!" and we started running

We ran like there was no tomorrow, until we reached my house and got into it. That's was the moment I realized what my boyfriend had done. So I hit his arm.

"Ouch! What was that for?"

"Why did you leave your sword at the house today and not the day I asked you for it?!"

"Well sorry! These are the only trousers I have that don't have pockets!"

"Is the same. We are safe, anyways."

"I am going to take a shower," he kissed my forehead "I'll see you later"

"Good for me" I said and he went upstairs.

Just after Percy shut the bathroom's door, I heard someone calling my name. I went upstairs and knocked my brothers' door and they opened up.

"Hey, were you calling…" I couldn't finish my question because they grabbed my arms and pulled me inside the bedroom

"Annabeth, we need to tell you something" Bobby said

"But you have to promise you won't get mad at us" Matthew continued

"I really can't promise that. What did you do now?"

"Well, we may have…"

"Accidentally…"

"Broken Riptide…"

"What!?" I exploded

"We didn't mean to!" Bobby defended him and his twin brother

"We swear it!" Matthew agreed

"And how in the Hades you got it!?"

"Percy left in his night table…" Matthew started

"And we wanted to ask him something…"

"Then, we saw it and as he had said we couldn't play with it…"

"We thought it would be kind of fun representing a duel…"

"So we grabbed the sword…"

"And accidentally broke it." Bobby finally finished

"Where is it?" I ask, about to faint. I couldn't believe what I was hearing

"Here" Matthew handed me a bag. When I looked inside, I saw it.

"How I am going to tell Percy?" I said under my breath, hoping nobody would hear me. I was wrong

"What do you want to tell me?" Oh my gods! We have forgotten to close the door!

Percy was fully changed, and he had grabbed a jean with pockets. His hair was still wet, but it didn't seem to bother him.

"Perce…" I tried to say, but I couldn't

"What's going on?" he asked, concerned. My brothers had covered their faces with their hands

I handed him the bag and said: "You'll have to look at it to believe in it"

He opened the bag, and then he saw it, his now broken sword. He took it out and analyzed it with wide eyes. It was now a two parts sword. My boyfriend's eyes seemed to get darker, until they became almost black. I could notice he was angry. And he was. He had a reason to be. He threw the sword on the floor next to me, and walked towards his room. He shut the door and it made a horrible noise. I had never seen him angrier. What I was going to do?

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