Emily sat at the edge of camp, reading a book. She had one more summer at camp before she would go to college and try to live a normal life in the mortal world. 5:00 was the only time she could read. She looked over and saw her boyfriend playing volleyball with his sisters. Yuck, Aphrodite girls were so... flashy. Emily would normally stick to the shade.

Hunter ran up the hills to talk to her "What'cha readin'?"

"Is that a genuine question, or are just being nice?"

"Is that a genuine question or are you just asking if it's a genuine question?"

"Shut up."

Hunter grinned and asked her a question, well, another one. "Guess what day it is."

Emily's smile changed into a more puzzled look. "No... um Pi Day?'

"What's Pi Day?"

"Today. March 14 2015. 3/14/15. Pi equals 3.1415." Emily laughed at him.

Hunter's face lost expression. Emily stared at it as he moved his hair out of his eyes. Their hair was nearly the same just Hunter's was a little bit darker. "I know, you said that. What else happened today. Maybe... five years ago."

"Oh yeah, the prophecy was fulfilled. Thanks for refreshing my mind." Emily said sarcastically.

"No problem. Today is our... fifth anniversary!"

"You idiot. You think I'd care more about pi than the day we started dating?"

Hunter faked a cough, "I would." and he coughed again.

Emily smirked even brighter. "Well, I wouldn't."

She leaned in for a kiss.

Hunter said, "Wait, I have something for you."

He got on one knee and took something out of his back pocket.

Emily's eyes widened.

Hunter pulled out an old pair of barber's scissors. "Can you cut off this piece that's sticking up?" He pointed to a spot on his hair.

Emily's smile faded. Hunter handed her the scissors and she cut off the small piece.

"And..." Hunter pulled another thing from his pocket. He opened the small black box and asked "Will you marry me?"

"Of course!" Emily shouted, gripping the boy in her arms.

with much love, "Mmm... pie." Hunter murmured.

"Are you eating my pie?" Emily asked.

"Urm, no."

Emily just gripped him tighter and said these words.

"Best. Pi Day. Ever."

Sorry if it's bad, rarely write fluff. Shout out to Elmlea, for whom this story is dedicated.

With much love (Or hate)

-DSoH