Note: Luke never turned evil. Instead, Ethan took his place.

So, Percy was right. Luke came back within the hour with something I was scared to hear. It happened two years ago. She meant nothing. He felt so guilty he ended it within a month. Knowing I didn't want another fight, I forgave him. So, here we are. Right back to normal. Or at least sort of. Now, something else is worrying me. Why had he said Percy? Why did I want to kiss Percy? Why are all of my questions about Percy? And lastly, why do all of my questions end in 'Percy'? I mean, I have got to work on my vocabulary. I am the daughter of Athena. This is unacceptable. Wait, what was I talking about? Oh right, why did I want to kiss Percy? Well, any girl would with his sea green eyes, cutely shaggy black hair, mischievous eyes, really buff body- okay, now, I'm just getting off topic.

"Anna?" Luke called out.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"How do you work this thing again?" he asked. I rolled my eyes. It was always the same thing. The dishwasher. Give him any computer, phone, or -this actually is an accomplishment for some people-remote, and he can fix it. Tell him to wash dishes, and he loses it.

"How can you not fix this?" I asked as I walked in the kitchen. Wait, where is he? My grey eyes looked around, scared that I was losing my mind. Then I saw him. On one knee with a velvet box in his hand, was Luke. The smile on his face matched the smile in his eyes. Is he-?

"Annabeth, will you marry me?" he asked. My brain stopped. Do what? He is proposing. Now? When I'm trying to work out the problem of having feelings for Percy? Maybe this was a sign. Maybe Aphrodite was telling me to go with him, not Percy. Yeah, that's it. Of course it is. Oh God, I hope it is.

"I-I-" my voice faltured. What if this if this isn't a sign? What if Aphrodite is just mocking me? Decidedly, I smiled, "Of course." he smiled as he put the ring on my finger. Wow, I hadn't even noticed it. It was beautiful. A circular diamond sat surrounded by smaller diamonds sat on my finger. He pulled me into a kiss. I love him. I always knew I would marry him. This Percy thing is nothing. Isn't it?

The next morning:

I woke up to find Luke smiling in his sleep. I looked over at the clock. Five in the morning. Why was I up now? I had at least another hour or two to sleep, and I was soo not an early riser. I wrapped my mind around what happened last night. Instinctively, I looked down at my hand to make sure it hadn't been a dream. Nope, it happened all right, and I have to tell Percy. Why was I so nervous? We were just friends. Of course we were. I mean, I'm marrying Luke. Marrying Luke. That could take a while to get used to. After deciding that there was no chance I would be getting back to sleep anytime soon, I slipped out of the white sheets and into my grey robe. The freezing air met me as I walked onto the terrace.

"Why are up do early?" a voice broke me out of my thoughts. I turned to see Percy standing on the terrace next door.

"Couldn't sleep. You?" I asked.

"Yeah," he answered vaguely.

"So, what's been keeping you awake?" I asked.

"Nothing really. I'm just confused," he told me.

"About what?" I asked wanting to know if we both felt it. Maybe he could help me choose.

"A lot of things. I guess work," he told me. Darn it. I thought he meant about me, "So, what about you?"

"I guess I'm confused, too," I stepped closer to him. He looked at me, but he wasn't looking at my face. He was looking at my hand. Why was he doing- oh right, the ring. His face was hard to read. It was socked and… sad.

"Did L-luke pr-propose?" he asked nervously. There it was again. I didn't know what to say. How do you tell the guy you like that you are getting married? Wait, no, he is a friend. That's it. Stop saying you like him.

"Last night," I answered. He just nodded. His voice seemed to have been broken. His green eyes looked up with mock happiness evident.

"Well, congratulations."

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"Annie, what's wrong?" Jackie asked me. Luke had just left for some meeting and wouldn't be back for a few days.

"Jackie," I started. Should I tell her? I need to tell someone, "I think- I think I still have feelings for Percy," I told her. It was hard getting the words out, but now that they were, it felt so liberating. There was no use denying it. I liked Percy.

"But what about Luke?" Jackie asked me.

"I love him. I really love him, but I don't know. Percy is great, but I've been with Luke forever. I don't want to end it for nothing. I just cant get over Percy," I told her. Why did life have to be so complicated? Couldn't Percy have just stayed in the Bahamas instead of coming back?

"Well, Annabeth, you need to decide on if you love Percy or Luke more. It's that simple. Luke obviously loves you, but I cant make your decision," she told me. She was right. Just how do I do it?

CHAPTER FIVE

Percy:

"Okay, Dude, so what happened?" Rachel asked. I was aware she already knew and telling her would be for my own benefit just to get it out.

"Luke proposed," I tried not to yell with the anger surging through my body. I picked up a nearby glass-yes, this was completely necessary- and smashed it against the wall.

"Percy, just tell her," Rachel told me. I sat back down on the couch with her. I could kill Ethan/Kronos I could breath underwater. I could even talk to horses, but I cant tell Annabeth that I love her. How sick is that? Completely unfair.

"Rachel, she's getting married," I told her.

"What if the only reason she is marrying him is because she thinks you don't love her, too?" Rachel asked. I knew that she probably knew.

"What if she is marrying him because she loves him, not me?" I asked again, "Why cant you just tell me?"

"Perce, it doesn't work like that. I cant just tell you. Besides, I don't even know. It all depends on little choices. So, anything could happen," she answered.

"Rachel, then don't tell me as the oracle. Tell me as my friend," I told her. She nervously pulled her red curls into a ponytail.

"Percy, are you absolutely sure you love her?" she asked me. I thought about this. Sure, we were always fighting, but it was always about nothing. Within the hour, we always make up. She can always prove my point wrong during those fights. But every time we touched, I felt sparks. If I saw her crying, I would do anything to make her happy again.

"I'm sure," I nodded. Rachel looked at me.

"Does she love you?" Rachel asked me. As I said, we fight all the time. She is living with Luke. She's marrying Luke. But when she looks at me, I can just tell.

"I think so," I answered.

"Then tell her," Rachel answered.