Okay, so this fanfiction is kind of a spin-off of my other Percy Jackson fanfiction series that I wrote – the one that I'm still debating whether or not I'll continue. The characters are the same (both mine and Rick Riordan's). This one will mostly just be little scenes. They won't be all that long. I hope you enjoy it, though. It will be a collection of drabbles, so the chapters probably won't be very long. I'll do most of them in order, but I'll let you know where any that are out of order go. And I'm sorry that it's been so long since I've added anything to my profile. I should be better about writing my fanfiction stuff, but I'm not.

I couldn't keep my hands still. I was nervous. More nervous than I could ever remember being. I hadn't even been this nervous when I'd had to save the gods from the giants, in Greece. I was always saving their butts. I hadn't been this nervous when I'd watched Annabeth get off the Argo II, not knowing if she'd hit me or kiss me. Lucky me, she'd done both.

I didn't know why I had thought this was a good idea. We were only eighteen, and barely even that.

But…demigods didn't always live long. Yes, Camp Half-Blood was building its own city, like Camp Jupiter had, for demigods to be able to retire to, to have families, and to lead a fairly normal life. Life was still very dangerous for us. A few years ago, I never would have even imagined that I could have this kind of future, with anybody. I didn't want to waste any of the time that I had, not when I was absolutely sure that Annabeth was the one.

"Seaweed Brain," Annabeth said, her voice pulling me out of my jumbled thoughts. I glanced down at her. She arched one of those blond eyebrow. "Percy, I've been calling your name for about five minutes now. What's going on in that seaweed-filled head of yours?"

I took a deep breath. "Nothing," I mumbled. Maybe I would just wait another year or two. She didn't have to know what I was thinking. I could put it off.

"Percy."

I sighed. Annabeth would not give up until she found out what was going on. I knew that. It was one of the things that I loved about her, but it also meant that it was too late for me to chicken out now. I sent a silent prayer to Poseidon, though I was very careful not to think about exactly why I was praying to him. Please, Dad. Help me calm my nerves. The water, which Annabeth and I were walking close to, immediately washed closer to us, brushing against my bare toes. I felt calmer, more confident. The water often had that effect on me.

"Close your eyes."

Instead of closing them, she narrowed them. "Why?"

"Annabeth. Just trust me. Close your eyes."

She did.

"No peeking."

"I'm not!"

"Liar," I muttered, but I didn't argue. I turned slightly, so she wouldn't be able to see me as I pulled the oyster shell from my shorts pocket. I held it tightly in my hand.

"Okay, you can open them now."

She did, grinning at me. "What's going on?"

"I have something for you."

"Okay."

Slowly, I placed the shell in her hand, watching her reaction. She frowned at me. "It's…an oyster shell."

I nodded. "It has something inside. Open it."

She did. What she saw made her gasp. Inside the shell was a beautiful, bronze ring. An intricate owl was engraved into the metal, with two small but lustrous pearls for the eyes. It wasn't a traditional engagement ring, but I knew it was perfect for Annabeth. I had spent so many hours with Tyson, designing it. I wanted it to be just right for her. She looked up at me, her beautiful gray eyes watering.

I cracked a grin. "So…you in, or not?" Maybe it wasn't the best way to ask. It certainly wasn't the most romantic. But that was about the only thing that I could manage to say.

She smacked my arm, glaring. She couldn't hide the smile pulling at her lips, though. "Not very romantic, Seaweed Brain." Then her voice softened, and she caressed my cheek. "But I guess I can't really expect anything else from you."

"So is that a yes?"

She laughed, slipping the ring onto her left ring finger. "Of course I'm in. For better or for worse, I guess."