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Chapter 22

"So are you going to go back home or what?" Thalia asked Annabeth.

Annabeth focused her gaze on Thalia. "I don't know. My dad's going to kill me-"

"Really?" Percy asked, interrupting Annabeth.

"No," Annabeth looked like she wanted to laugh. "But he's going to yell at me for a long time."

Percy nodded. "I know how that feels. Except, you know, worse..."

Awkward silence followed afterwards. There seemed to be a lot of those recently.

"I'll go with you," Annabeth finally decided. "I'm not going back home today. I might go tomorrow. Maybe."

"Sure," Thalia replied, walking towards Percy to help lift him up on a motorcycle.

Annabeth's eyes widened as she watched Percy sit on the backseat of the motorcycle. She knew that all the cousins loved to drive motorcycles and drive around them, so she knew that they were all used to it. But he was still too injured.

"Isn't it dangerous?" Annabeth asked Thalia, as she gestured for her and Nico to get on his motorcycle.

Thalia only laughed as she revved up the engine. "It's fine, don't worry."

"I don't mean by your skill. I meant is Percy going to be safe?"

"Oh," Thalia looked behind and saw Percy sitting on the backseat where she had put him. "He'll be fine."

To Annabeth it didn't look 'fine' at all. Suspicion was definitely going to happen, she knew it. Now she would only need to wait a few minutes to see if she was right.

"I will," Percy basically repeated what Thalia said. "I'll be fine. Don't worry. I'm still wearing the safety gear after all."

After that tiny speech, Percy grinned at Annabeth.

"Speaking of safety gear," Nico spoke, pulling out a grey helmet. "You'll need this for the ride. You'll be going with me. Perce is going to ride with Thals."

Annabeth nodded, and caught the helmet Nico had thrown at her. "Fine. But if he gets hurt..."

"I know, you'll take full responsibility," Thalia started, but when Annabeth glared, she stopped, put her hands in the air signaling she surrendered and grinned.

Annabeth sighed, but had to smile at her friend's antics. She got on the motorcycle, and held onto Nico's waist, feeling slightly uncomfortable. She wished that Percy could be driving along with her.

"How did you get your driver's license for this?" Annabeth asked suddenly. "Thalia's sixteen, Percy's fourteen, and Nico's twelve. All of you shouldn't actually be allowed to drive."

Thalia shook her head. "Annie, you're thinking about the legal way. We're thinking about the illegal way."

"Which is?"

Percy answered Annabeth's question. "We went underground, and did the regular driver's license. Then we got a perfect fake copy of it. Don't even ask why they allowed us."

"Is that even legal?"

"No. It's illegal. I'll show you the license when we get home."

Annabeth nodded and looked around the city. She knew that they were speeding, the wind blasted in her face and her hair flew around her like noodles caught in a tornado.

"We've known each other for years and yet I didn't even tell you how we're all in the same grade," Thalia said with a loud voice.

Annabeth stared at Thalia and realized she was right.

"It's actually pretty simple," Thalia continued. "Nico skipped a few grades, and I stayed behind. Percy's the only one who actually goes through every year normally."

Annabeth had to admit, she was surprised. She thought that Percy would be the one doing bad, with his problems and all. She never expected him to pass every year. Instead, Nico was the one who passed few years, and Thalia was the one who stayed behind.

"Thals," Percy whispered to Thalia.

And even though the loud engine was roaring, and that they both had helmets on, Thalia could still hear Percy's voice.

"Yeah?" Thalia replied back.

"I need to talk to you when we get home."

"Why can't you talk to Annabeth?"

"She can be overprotective."

Thalia laughed under her helmet. "Fine."

Nico wanted to get home as quickly as possible. He wanted to show Percy the armory, and how much it had improved. That was only part of the reason. The rest was because he was hungry and he needed to have his daily cup of caffeine: coffee.

Annabeth was right. People were staring to stare at a boy in a helmet with all the safety equipment on. She should've betted against someone, and then she could be a few dollars richer. Then she realized she was starting to think like Thalia and the Stolls. She quickly erased the thought out of her mind.

"We're here," Thalia finally spoke the words that everyone wanted to hear.

Annabeth had only been there two times. There were four sections of the building, each a different color: Blue, green, black, and cream. Each section was designed differently, and she realized that it was a bit like Greek mythology. The blue section looked like a smaller version of Olympus. The green section looked like Atlantis in mini mode. And the black section looked like a decreased sized Underworld. The cream section didn't look like it was modeled after anything at all; just a square building that didn't look like much.

They walked towards the cream section of the building, since the cousins knew they would argue if they went into one of their 'domains.'

Once they got inside, Nico immediately dragged Percy to the armory. He got on a ladder and started throwing weapons backwards at Percy, who didn't even bother to catch them.

"I have a gift for you Perce," Nico said excitedly. "Here."

And with those words spoken, Nico handed his cousin a pen. Percy uncapped it on instinct and the pen turned into a sword. It was celestial bronze, and he swung it around on his good hand.

"Anaklusmos," Nico told his cousin. "That's what the postman said anyway. I think it's from Hephaestus."

"Riptide," Percy translated it easily.

Nico nodded. Percy was about to say his thanks when a voice came from behind them.

"Told you I'd find you punk," a voice that was all too familiar to Percy spoke.

The cousins turned around and saw a person they'd thought they wouldn't see for a while.

A/N: Very sorry for the late update, I had a bit of writers block. If it's OOC, please tell me. And I know it's unrealistic, but this is Fanfiction. Thanks for all the support!

RachelBanner: Do you mean making this into an original story? I don't really know Wattpad, sorry.