Welcome back! This chapter will be a bit different. If you've read Percy Jackson's Greek Gods, you'll understand the references. All excerpts are taken from Percy Jackson's Greek Gods.

Chapter 4: My High School Project got me a Publishing Deal

August 15

Paul

School was to start soon and that meant that the school stress would begin all over again. Paul was sitting on the dining table working on lesson plans for the upcoming year. This year he would be teaching freshmen and sophomore English classes at Goode like he had the previous years. He enjoyed working with the younger students and he was overjoyed when he saw some of his students all over again for their sophomore year. This had been the case for Percy.

Paul may had pulled some strings to have Percy in his class for both years, but Percy made it known that he had appreciated the effort he went through to have him in the class.

Paul continued typing on his laptop, trying to finish the plans that would be due at the end of the week.

Thankfully, the apartment was empty, or nearly empty. Sally had left earlier in the day to speak to her publisher about her second novel. Annabeth visited from time to time to spend time with Percy, Sally and himself. She had left the day prior after dinner and now the only people in the apartment were Paul and Percy who was on the couch playing some video games.

Percy for the most part was quiet, although Paul did occasionally hear a whispered curse word from him. Honestly, it felt refreshing to see his stepson back home, mostly safe and sound and acting like a normal teenager. He had not even turned 17, but he had gone through much more than what many adults did in their entire lives. Heck, Sally had even told him how Percy and Annabeth did a certain deed while they were away.

Paul, being the responsible adult he is, gave Percy one of his 'man' talks which Paul knew would annoy the young man. He also taught Percy how to shave since he had been growing some facial hair and it was an important to skill to develop. It also allowed the two to bond like a father and son.

"I wonder if I will get my dad's sick beard?" Percy wondered. His face was covered in shaving cream. He had commented earlier that the shaving cream made him look like Santa Claus.

"Who knows, maybe you didn't inherit his beard," Paul commented. His own face covered in shaving cream. He was showing Percy the proper movements needed to shave so that it would reduce cuts and razor burns.

So far, Percy had only cut himself twice which he quickly fixed by dipping his hand in water and the wounds healed. That is a really neat power Paul thought.

"You know, some people tell me that I'm spitting image of my dad." Percy was looking in the mirror and continued moving the razor on his face.

"Like who?" Paul asked inquisitively.

Percy shrugged. "You know, the usual, my mom, Chiron, Apollo, Medusa…" He trailed off for a moment deep in concentration as he shaved. "And pretty much the entire immortal world."

Paul smiled at his laptop as he was almost finished with his session plans. Once he was done, he would stretch out and maybe get some lunch with his stepson.

After another half hour, Paul finally finished his plans. He stood up and stretched out his arms and legs. He moved to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee and looked over at Percy who was still on the couch playing video games.

"Percy, would you like some coffee?" Paul asked.

"No thanks Paul, maybe later. I'm in the middle of the boss battle. I'm about to beat this mother-" he paused for a second. "This wonderful person."

Paul chuckled and made himself a cup of coffee. He leaned on the kitchen counter and began thinking again of the events of the past week. Percy had come back to them after eight months. He came back too skinny, battle scared, grief stricken, and above all, he had lost so much time in the time he was kidnapped. Not to mention that he occasionally suffered from severe nightmares, flashbacks, and panic attacks.

They had only seen these episodes three times since he came back, but it was three times too many. Sally was always by her son's side whenever these events happened, and Paul was by her side giving Percy and Sally his support. They hoped that the sleep medicines and seeing his therapist would help the young man get through these hard times.

Paul took a sip of his coffee.

Although Paul had only known Percy for a couple of years, he was like a son to him. Paul didn't have children of his own as Sally was the first real relationship he was involved in but that didn't matter to him. All he cared about was that their boy would get better after facing so many harsh challenges. Their boy had been taken away from them as a boy and was returned to them as a full-grown war veteran. He had been forced to mature too quickly.

Paul sighed and looked at the time. It was 1:36 in the afternoon. Sally wouldn't be back until later. Perhaps now would be a good time to go get lunch.

"Percy?" Paul asked.

"What's up?"

"Do you want to get some lunch?"

Percy paused his game and turned to look at Paul. "Pizza?" he asked pleadingly. He looked at him with those pleading eyes that Annabeth called his 'baby seal eyes'. Ever since coming from the doctor, Sally had made an effort to limit the amount of junk food he consumed and only fed him homed cooked meals. Now, Sally's cooking was incredible, but sometimes you need some junk food to make it through the day, so Paul understood Percy's position.

Percy's expression made Paul chuckle. With that expression you wouldn't think that this was the same boy that walked through Tartarus, defeated gods, created hurricanes, collapsed glaciers, held up the sky and who knows how much more. He just looked like a regular teen pleading for some junk food. "Don't tell your mother and get dressed."

"Bet," Percy answered. He went to his bedroom and got dressed in matter of seconds which meant he just put his shoes on. Paul made sure had his keys, wallet, and phone. Percy made sure he had his wallet and his sword in the shape of a pen.

They exited the apartment and made their way to the subway. Sally had taken the Prius to see her publisher that day.

On the subway, the two talked a bit about Percy's previous quests and his relationship with the gods. It was a subject that had always fascinated the older man.

Percy told him how half the Greek immortals didn't like him. He started listing out the names using his fingers. "Ares cause I kicked his ass, Hera since I threw her in a river and many other reasons, Zeus because of the lighting bolt and he's always trying to vaporize me, Aphrodite is always messing with my love life, Hades because of the lightning bolt thing and I kicked his ass as well after I bathed in the Styx, Athena because I'm dating Annabeth." Percy could have kept going but Paul asked a different question.

"How about the ones that like you."

Percy shrugged. "That list probably isn't as long." He started counting again on his hand. "Let's see… my dad's cool, so is Hestia, Hermes as well and Artemis. Apollo is annoying but he's cool." He stopped and stretched his hands over his head. "I just hope none of them come looking for me one day asking me to help them with some quest. I might just slam the door in their face. Apollo especially, with that horrible poetry." Percy joked.

Paul laughed. They arrived at the pizza spot a couple minutes later. Paul announced it was the best pizza spot in New York. Percy smirked and said he would be judge of that.

Percy must have been hungry since he ate almost entire family sized pizza by himself leaving Paul with only two slices, which he didn't mind, the young man needed his food. Although he wasn't sure if pizza was the best option nutritionally. Paul noticed that Percy had put on a bit weight. It was a small difference, but that meant they were making progress to getting him back to good physical health.

Percy kept telling him stories about the gods. Stories that he had heard from Annabeth and Chiron which he put his own twist on.

"So, Arachne and Athena got into a fight over tapestries. It first started when Arachne told Athena (in disguise) that her talents came from herself and not the gods. Athena kept insisting that Arachne respect the gods, but she lost her cool when Arachne called her an old hag. Athena let go of her disguise, but Arachne would not back down and instead they started trash talking which quickly devolved into insulting each other's mothers."

Paul nearly spit his drink out. "So, you're telling me the goodness of wisdom got into an argument and stooped to using 'yo mama' jokes?"

"Yeah Paul, keep up."

The sheer ridiculousness of the story had Paul on the floor laughing and clutching his stomach. Percy sure had a way of telling stories. Now that he thought about it, Percy had written a series of retellings about Greek myths in his own unique style. It was in his sophomore year english and history class. The two classes collaborated to have students take myths or historical events and have them retell them in their own style.

Some students wrote about events and myths such as the Black Plague, Joanne of Arc, Scheherazade and 1001 Nights, King Arthur and the Holy Grail, Princess Kaguya, La Llorona, Osiris, Set and Isis among many others. One student had turned in a retelling titled 'The Fall of Ba Sing Se'. It was an interesting read in politics and coups, but it did not meet the criteria for being a historical event or myth from around the world.

Percy wrote about the Greek world. His first essay was about the myths of Gaea and Ouranos, the drama between themselves and their children. Percy had titled his essay 'The Beginning and Stuff '. Percy got full points for creativity on his retelling. He also made Paul laugh which was a plus. The second essay that he wrote was titled 'The Golden Age of Cannibalism'. In that essay he gave a brief introduction to the 12 titans that became the rulers of the universe after Ouranos was killed. It also went into how Kronos ate his children once they were born since the titan was afraid that the prophecy of Ouranos would come true.

While Percy was away, Sally and Paul kept his essays and read them. They were so unequivocally Percy, that it felt like he was there telling them the story. Sally had especially found comfort in reading his retellings. She had his retellings bounded in a book manor and carried them around whenever she needed to feel like her son was with her during the months he was gone.

Percy had finished telling Paul the story about how Hephaestus bound Hera to her throne because Hera threw Hephaestus out the window when he was born because he was so ugly. Percy expressed his admiration for the god since Hera deserved what was coming.

The day was still quite young. Paul suggested they got the stake park again so Percy could teach him some new tricks. Percy looked like he wanted to whack Paul on the head with his skateboard again and suggested they bike in Central Park instead. Which Paul agreed was a better use of their time and with less risk of breaking skateboards in half.

Sally

Sally was waiting in her manager's office. He had greeted her earlier and offered her coffee but had to step away for a couple minutes to speak with someone else. She had set up the meeting to speak about her progress in her second novel. So far, she was halfway through and would need a bit more time to finish up her novel and figure out the ending.

As she waited, she took out the small, bounded book she made from Percy's Greek mythology retellings. Ever since he had been kidnapped, she read his retellings to feel like he was with her telling these stories. She opened it to one of the opening pages where it read:

The Sky named himself Ouranos- and yeah, that's another spelling for Uranus. There's pretty much no way you can pronounce that name without people snickering, It just sounds wrong. Why he didn't choose a better name like Deathbringer or José- I don't know, but it might explain why Ouranos was so cranky all the time.

She flipped the page and read another section:

Your father is a complete _.

I don't know what she called him. But I have a feeling that's when the first cuss words were invented.

She skipped to the part where Gaia and her children were talking about killing Ouranos.

Gaea snarled in frustration. "Don't be cowards! It's very simple. You take this sharp pointy blade and you cut your dad into small pieces so he can't bother us again. Whichever one of you does it will be the ruler of the universe! Also, I will make you those cookies you used to like, with the sprinkles."

Now in modern times, we have a word for this sort of behavior. We call it psycho.

Sally chortled. Leave it to Percy to add his own style of storytelling when retelling ancient myths.

"Sorry to keep you waiting Sally," a voice from the door came. A middle-aged man made his way to the desk and took a seat. "Could I offer you more coffee?"

"Oh, don't worry about it Rick," Sally responded. She closed the book. "Thanks for the coffee but I'm good for now."

Rick nodded and logged into his computer where he pulled out Sally's file for her current novel. "Just wanted to follow up on your progress in the book. I've made a couple changes which I will email to you."

Sally nodded. "I'm still a bit stuck on the ending. I'm not quite sure how to end the book. When is the deadline again?" she asked.

Rick pulled out his calendar to check the dates. "let's see… the deadline will be October 3rd, so it looks like you've got a bit of time."

"Thank gods," Sally muttered. That ending had to be perfect. She had sunk so much of her heart and soul into this book that she wanted it to be its best.

They chatted for a bit, catching up with each other's lives. Rick must have noticed the small book Sally was carrying and asked her about it.

"Oh, this book?" Rick nodded. "It's just something that my son wrote for his school project."

"What's it about?" he inquired.

"Oh, they had to do a retelling of myths or historical events for their english and history class. My son decided to do Greek Mythology."

"Greek?" Rick perked up. "I'm a big fan of the Greek myths." He looked at Sally and seemed intrigued. "Would it be ok, if I take a look?"

Sally wasn't sure whether to hand to the book to her manager. She didn't have Percy's permission. But at the same time when she showed the book to Percy, he looked mildly impressed and commented that she had really missed him. He also told her that he hopes she enjoyed his retellings. If she enjoyed them, then there was also the chance that Rick would enjoy them more since he was more knowledge on the Greek myths.

"Sure, here you go," she said. She handed it to him. He thanked her and opened to read a couple of pages. She noticed how his expression changed from serious, to shocked to just straight up laughing in certain in sections. By the end of it, he was clutching his stomach from laughing too hard.

"Your son sure has a way of telling stories." He handed the book back to Sally. "What is your son's name?"

"Percy Jackson," Sally answered.

Rick seemed to perk up even more. There was a smile on his face. "Huh, Percy Jackson you say." He stopped for a moment, looking like he was in deep thought. After another moment he asked, "Say, Sally, why don't you bring young Percy with you? I'd like to meet him."

"Did his story have that much impact on you that you want to meet him in person?"

"Well yeah, I would also like to offer him an opportunity."

"What kind of opportunity?"

"Perhaps an opportunity to publish his retellings. They're fun to read and I have the feeling that they will be quite popular with…" there was a short pause on his words. "All types of children," he finished.

Sally didn't know how to feel. That pause made her feel there was something more below the surface. What did he mean by all types of children? Could it be that Rick wasn't telling her something? She pushed the thought aside. She had been working with Rick for years now and she trusted him.

Going back to the subject of publication, she was over the moon that her son's retellings had such an impact on her manager, but she was also a bit worried about Percy. Would Percy feel comfortable with his work being published? Would he be able to write more if he was asked to? Well, she had to ask him and see his opinion on the matter to know for sure.

"Sure, Rick. I will talk to Percy about it."

He gave her wide smile. "That would be great. Thanks Sally." He stood up to see walk her out the office. "I know it's a lot to ask, but would it be possible to meet with him tomorrow at around this time?"

Sally looked back the manager. "I will talk to him today. I'll see what he says."

"Thanks Sally. I hope to see you and your son here tomorrow if he agrees." They waved goodbye to each other, and Sally stepped outside the building where she got into Prius and started driving home.

She was happy for Percy. If Percy agreed, then there was a chance that he could have his work published for the world to read. She would have never imagined. Her son, Percy Jackson becoming an author. He just kept surprising her.

Well, that was only if he agreed to it. There was no guarantee that he would agree to it, but she had to at least try. Besides, she suspected there was something in Rick's words about other children. Could it be possible that he was associated with the demigod world?

August 16

Percy

Percy found himself standing with his mother outside of a big publishing company building. The sign read 'New Manhattan Publishers.' He wondered what happened to Old Manhattan Publishers.

Last night his mother came into the apartment after visiting her manager in the office. She told him how she had showed him Percy's retellings of his Greek myths and had been impressed. She later told him how he had praised Percy's writing style and asked to speak with him about a possible publishing deal. Percy didn't quite know what all that meant, but his mom seemed to be over the moon about it, so he agreed to meet up with this Rick guy.

Since he was going to the office, that meant that he had to dress up at least a little. Nothing too fancy, that way he would make a decent first impression. He was wearing some black chinos, a dark blue short-sleeve button up shirt, and his white skate shoes Paul had given him a couple days ago. He even bought his khaki jacket in case it was cold in the building. His mother had tried to tame his hair but failed. It was always messy no matter what.

"You'll do great sweetheart," Sally encouraged. She ruffled his hair before going in for extra luck.

"Right," Percy nodded. They made their way inside and were greeted by the blast of cold wind from the air conditioning. Good thing he bought his jacket.

They were waiting in his office; Rick had some business to take care of before he could have a lengthy discussion. Like the day before, Rick had offered the pair some coffee which they both gladly accepted it.

As each second passed, Percy started feeling fidgety. He started looking around the walls, noticing some of the novels of the publishing company must have published. He would like to say that he recognized a book or two on the wall, but that was not the case. He took another sip of his coffee and then proceeded to start fidgeting with Riptide in pen form. His mother put her hand on his free hand to calm him down. He felt her shaking as well, which meant that she must have been nervous as well.

He nearly jumped out of his chair when a voice came from the door. "Sorry to make you wait you two." Rick apologized. He made his way to the desk and took a seat.

"I take it you're the famous Percy Jackson." Rick stated.

Famous? Percy was unsure about famous. Had this guy seen Percy on TV all those years ago when he was a wanted fugitive being chased across the country in the quest for Zeus' master bolt? Maybe he knew of Percy's past school record or maybe it was something else entirely. Oh, wait, could this guy know about demigod Percy?

"Yep, that's me! Good ol Percy. Nothing suspicious and dangerous about Percy," he responded uneasily. He gave a thumbs up gesture to accentuate his point.

"It's great to meet you son. Your mother talks about you all the time." He held out his hand for a handshake.

"All good things I hope." Percy looked at his mother to gouge her reaction. She smiled and gestured to the manager's outstretched hand.

"Yep, all good things." They shook hands. "Now to get into the business at hand. Percy, I read your stories and I was quite impressed. Long story short, I would like to offer you a publishing deal for your Greek retellings of the Greek Gods."

Percy wasn't sure how to respond. It wasn't every day that you were approached by a publishing company and said company showed interest in publishing your work. Who would have thought that school project would have turned into this.

"But why?" was all Percy could get out.

Rick looked to the side, as if checking to see if there was anyone around. "I know about you Percy. You're the retriever of the lightning bolt, the golden fleece, the Savior of Olympus, one of the seven, and so much more. Long story short, I know that you're a demigod."

Percy was flabbergasted and so was his mother. Her mouth was hanging open at that last statement. Percy would have never guessed to be exposed so openly, well it a small office, but he felt exposed regardless.

"How…how do you know all that?" he asked. "Are you some sort of monster? Demigod? God in disguise?" He took riptide out of his pocket, ready for action in case this middle aged guy tried to pull any funny tricks.

"None of those. I'm just a clear-sighted mortal," he answered. "I used to work in Camp-Half Blood many years ago," he added a second later. He must have noticed Percy's and Sally's expressions.

"Ok… so I guess that answers some questions. But why choose me and not someone else like Chiron or maybe my girlfriend Annabeth? Surely, they would be more qualified than me to write a book." Percy was genuinely curious.

"Well, it's not only that Percy." He looked Percy in the eye. There's an aura of calmness and softness around the older man, like a grandfather. "Your writing style is quite endearing and entertaining, it's the perfect style needed for younger readers and especially younger demigods that were thrust into the demigod life." He paused. So far Percy was following. "Your name also carries great power in the demigod world. If younger readers saw that you wrote a book written for them about the Greek Gods in language that is accessible to them and entertaining, you could potentially make their transition into the demigod life easier."

The older man took a deep breath. "All I'm trying to say Percy is that your book could potentially help many demigod children navigate the strange world of the gods."

Ok so Percy understood helping demigods. He would never turn down to help any demigods in danger and if he wrote about the gods, he could possibly help them stop from getting the gods angry and vaporizing them. Although Percy wasn't the best person to ask. He had an incredible talent for pissing off the gods. But at the end of the day, the book would be a net positive. Perhaps he should count it as his good deed for the week.

"I'll do it." Percy answered. Was it an impulsive decision? Possibly, but Percy was known for his impulsive decisions. Hopefully this decision didn't come back to haunt him in the future.

"You will?!" Rick exclaimed or asked at the same time. "That's wonderful Percy! You will be doing demigods everywhere a great service."

Percy would have smiled but then he remembered a very important detail. What if the gods didn't like his book and vaporized him. He wouldn't put it pass them to send some monster after him or some killer cows that shoot lasers from their eyes. It seemed like Rick picked up on his apprehension.

"If you're worried about the gods and your book, I wouldn't worry about it." He answered casually.

"How do you know?"

"Well, you're the son of Poseidon, correct?" Percy nodded. "I take it that Poseidon cares for you deeply and would stop any gods from doing you any harm. It also doesn't hurt that you've saved Olympus twice."

Well part of that statement was true. Poseidon was fond of Percy to the point where the god said Percy was his 'favorite son', but the god's actions made Percy unsure. If that were true, then why didn't Poseidon stop Hera from kidnapping him and putting his 'favorite son' in danger.

Perhaps because Hera's plan didn't try to kill Percy but still, Percy felt a bit cheated by his dad. He did save Olympus twice so maybe he could call in some favors. If anything perhaps he could find some blackmail somewhere and use it as leverage.

"I'll talk to my dad, and get back to you," he managed.

"Great!" Rick rolled out on his chair in excitement. "I look forward to working with you Percy!"

Percy nodded. They chatted a bit with his mother getting involved with the finance section. If published the book would be sold to mortal and demigod readers. It would greatly help the demigod readers while providing the mortals with entertainment and information about the Greek myths. If the book sold well, Sally agreed to put all the money into Percy's college fund if New Rome didn't offer him a full scholarship. Which Sally commented they better do if not they would face the wrath of Sally Jackson.

They also discussed a bit more about the details about the book. Percy agreed to write about the Olympian gods with some additional passages compromising the times before the gods. Rick told him to write like he did in those school papers and put his own spin on the stories. To seal the deal, Rick also threw in some pizzas.

They were leaving the publishing company in the early afternoon. Percy put his hands in his pockets.

"I'm proud of you Percy," Sally voiced. She ran a hand through his hair.

Percy chuckled. "I wouldn't be too proud, I might get smited if the gods don't like it."

"After everything you've done. I doubt they would do that do you."

"You never know with these gods."

Percy was in the bathroom with some drachmas and a flashlight in hand. He didn't have a saltwater fountain at his apartment for Iris messaging, so he had to go with plan b. He turned on the shower and shined the flashlight through it to make a rainbow. He threw a drachma into the rainbow and said "Oh Iris, goddess of the rainbow, please accept my offering. Show me Poseidon in the Atlantic" he asked. That was as specific as he could get. Hopefully Iris knew where to look.

The message flickered for a second, but it appeared to have gone through. There was some sound coming from the message. Someone was singing a sea shanty. No that was Poseidon's voice singing a sea shanty. The message hadn't fully connected yet so Percy couldn't see what was going on. When the message cleared, he knew he called at the wrong time.

Poseidon was in a bathtub filled with bubbles. He was scrubbing himself and was wearing a blue shower cap with a yellow seahorse pattern. Thankfully there were plenty of bubbles so Percy couldn't see a thing other than the god's face and parts of his upper body. The god was singing a sea shanty unaware that he was being watched.

"That's what we do with a drunken sailor

That's what we do with a drunken sailor

That's what we do with a drunken sailor

Early in the morning!"

"Uh… I think I called at the wrong time." Percy admitted. He didn't realize he had said that out loud.

"Who? Ah Percy!" his father yelled. He quickly covered himself in more bubbles. The god snapped his finger, stood up in front of the bathtub, fully dressed. He was wearing his usual attire of khaki shorts, a Hawaiian shirt, Birkenstocks, and his cap.

"Uhh… hi dad nice to see you," Percy greeted embarrassingly.

"It's great to see you too son, but next time can you not call during me time. I don't need you seeing my royal aquatic behind."

"Don't worry I didn't see anything."

Poseidon nodded. "So, why are you calling, my boy? Anything happen? Do I need to smite someone for you? Send a storm or an earthquake to your enemies?"

Percy shook his hands in front of him. "Nothing like that dad..." He paused for a second, "wait you can do that?"

"Sure my son, I do it all the time. Florida especially during the summer and early falls receives tons of storms from me."

"Huh, I'll have to think about that, I do have a lot of enemies that could use a vibe check... Anyways, that's not what I called for. I called to ask for favor."

"A favor huh? Alright let me hear it."

Percy went into an explanation into what his plan were for his book. The sea god listened intently and nodded in approval.

"I see my son. I know certain gods *cough* Zeus *cough* Hera *cough* Athena won't be too happy but go-ahead son. I promise nothing bad will happen to you."

"Really? Thanks dad!" Percy cheered.

"On one condition though." There was a troublemaker smirk crossing Poseidon's face. Yep, the family resemblance was uncanny.

"What would that be?" Percy raised an eyebrow.

"When you publish your book, I want an autographed copy," he announced.

"You've got yourself a deal."

Poseidon chuckled, "Perhaps your book will create some drama on Olympus. Haven't seen much of that since the Real Goddesses of Olympus season 200 aired. Hera, Aphrodite and Athena really lost their mind that season."

The timer for the message was running out. Percy was saying his goodbyes but before the call ended Poseidon said, "Percy I'm proud of you. Thank you for everything you did this past summer. I hope you can forgive me for not helping you as much as I should have."

Percy was a loss for words. He was about to respond but his father ended the call with "Come visit sometime. I'll have dinner ready when you come visit." The call ended.

Well, the smiting problem was solved. Percy smiled. He knew he would be visiting for dinner in the future soon. Hopefully he didn't end up fighting with his immortal family again.

AN: I wanted to bring this to everyone's attention, but Percy is actually an author. He wrote two books, Greek Gods and Greek Heroes. If you haven't read them, I highly recommend you do, they are hilarious. From the timeline it appears that Percy wrote the books sometime after the events of Blood of Olympus. I tried to come up with a story line to explain how he got the publishing deal and why he's writing the books. I might throw in some snippets in future chapters that show his progress with the book.

Here's a little peak at the next chapter:

"Tomorrow is August 18… tomorrow is August 18…" he mumbled. Then realization hit. "Oh shit, tomorrow is August 18. It's our anniversary!"

Crap how could he have forgotten? It was their one-year anniversary. A monumental date and he just forgot. What kind of boyfriend was he?

Thanks for reading this chapter! Look forward to the next one in two weeks! (Next one will be a pretty short one)