A/N: I KNOW, I KNOW I'M A TERRIBLE AUTHOR! I haven't updated The Aftermath and I'm starting a new story. I'M SORRY! I just don't have any inspiration at the moment. Rick Riordan's new book recently came out and I hope I can find something to spark an idea. This will hopefully keep you sated with all your fluffy couple needs until then.

TITLE: We Are Not Having A Blue Wedding!

SUMMARY: Percy and Annabeth discuss their upcoming wedding.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own PJO or HoO. That belongs to Rick Riordan.

"No."

"C'mon Annabeth, please?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I said, no." she glared at the boy sitting at the table beside her.

"But-"

"PERCY WE ARE NOT HAVING A BLUE WEDDING!" Annabeth shouted, exasperated at the level of annoyance her fiancé was showing. He had brought the topic up quite a few times, each time asking if they could have a blue themed wedding.

"Don't you love me?" he pouted at her. "I know you wanna have a blue wedding. Come on!"

Annabeth glared again at Percy, this time making him waver under her gaze.

"I am most absolutely sure I don't want a blue wedding. That's final, Seaweed Brain."

Percy rolled his eyes in response, obviously not happy that he couldn't get what he wanted.

Annabeth chuckled.""You keep rolling your eyes Percy." she said, slowly shaking her head. "Maybe you'll find a brain back there!"

The son of Poseidon's face turned to shock as his long-time girlfriend, now fiancé, burst out laughing.

"I'm starting to think you only date me to insult me." he pouted, again.

"I'm starting to think you only date me to annoy me." she mocked him, bopping his nose with her index finger. She giggled as he wiped his nose.

"But Annabeth." Percy whined. She waggled her finger at him, playfully frowning at him as he spouted all kinds of nonsense.

"Blue is amazing, it's my favorite color, it represents me!" he rambled, ticking the reasons off on his fingers. "It's the color of the sea, it's your eye color; er... well your eyes are more blue-gray, but that's beside the point. It's just ama-"

The boy sat shocked as his fiancé grabbed his shirt (coincidentally blue) and pulled him in roughly for a what he hoped to be a kiss.

Annabeth stopped them when their noses were an inch apart. The poor boy's eyes were as wide as saucers, a few shades lighter than they normally were.

"Seaweed Brain," she started. "If you mention blue one more time, I will not make any blue foods anymore."

With that, she released the hold on his shirt, Percy disheveled and a bit dazed, quite frankly.

"So no kiss?" he asked, his hands gripping on to the sides of the table. His question went unanswered as she pulled him in for a real kiss.