A/N: Remember while reading this: "Illogical and Stupid" and "Canoodlus Interruptus" interlock in this little universe of mine. It might make sense to, if you are old enough, read CN before reading this chapter. If not, you should still be fine.

Rated between K+ and T, but nothing gratuitous at all.

This is published at a really weird time but I had to get something out ASAP – a couple people here at school are not being the kindest to me and I want to get back into fanfic where I know that people appreciate me. : )

Thank you to wisdomgoddess26 for this awesome idea!

"Oh gods, Juniper," I said with a sigh, "You…You look beautiful."

The dryad blushed green and looked up at me. "You really think so? I mean, the ivory doesn't exactly go with my coloring, and –"

"Juniper," said her dryad maid of honor Maple, "You look exquisite. You couldn't look more beautiful, actually. Everything's going to be okay. It'll be perfect."

Juniper gave a lovely smile to the three of us bridesmaids. "Thanks, guys. I just…I'm so nervous!"

Aspen laid a hand on Juniper's shoulder. "Don't worry, Grover's probably freaking out just as much as you are. If he's anything with this wedding like his is normally, he'll be worried too."

Juniper shot us each a thankful look. "Probably. Have you heard from Percy yet Annabeth?"

"I'm not sure," I said, "I think I put my phone down somewhere…"

I dug through my pile of clothing. "Mother of Hades."

"What?" asked Juniper, worried.

I held up the phone. "Message 1 from Percy Jackson," I read out, "Hey, Annabeth, can you come help me out? Message 2 from Percy Jackson: Come here, now. Grover's spazzing out. Message 3 from Percy: Annabeth? Where are you? I need help! Message 4 from Percy: ANNABETH DELIA CHASE GET HERE NOW."

"Delia?" Juniper asked. I blushed.

"You are not allowed repeat that middle name to anyone," I said, pulling my hair over my shoulder so it wouldn't be ruined by running outside. "Percy isn't even supposed to know that. I'm going to go check on the numbskulls. You two can take care of Juniper?"

Aspen and Maple nodded.

"I'm fine," said the bride with a smile, "Just go make my husband-to-be chill out."

"I'm freaking out, man!"

Percy grabbed Grover by the shoulders. "Grover, relax, it's three hours before the wedding." Percy was trying his best to be the most worthy best man in creation, but when the groom was a nervous satyr with an odd desire to eat the wedding silverware, it wasn't the easiest thing ever.

Grover bleated nervously. "But…But…"

I gave him a reassuring hug. "It's going to be okay, Grover, Juniper told you herself that she wants the wedding to be like is small and romantic near her tree. That's all she wants," I laughed, "Well, that and you."

Percy nudged him in the ribs with his elbow. "Yeah," he said, looking mischievous, "Remember the wedding night, G-man."

Grover blushed a furious red. "That's…I…" He continued to spit out random syllables, and I glanced over to Percy, who gave me a knowing wink.

I began to blush as well. I knew exactly why Percy was winking at me, and it took all I had not to hit him with my pink kitten heel. The memory of the afternoon a few days before came back like an involuntary reflex – Percy and I in the hotel room, Thalia's impromptu interruption, and then the significantly more epic event in the elevator. I smiled in spite of myself and my head rose to meet Percy's. I felt the familiar pooling of desire in my stomach and forced it down, remembering exactly why we were here. Unfortunately, being a demigod made the hormones a little more powerful than they would be for a normal mortal. Percy and I never were able to figure it out, but whenever we were together it was as charged as if we had just been battling. It was kind of exhilarating, but really uncomfortable in these kinds of situations.

Grover looked between the two of us with one of those frightened expressions of his. "Did you two…? Oh wait," he covered his ears, "Holy Zeus, no, don't even tell me, oh gods, this is TOO MUCH FOR ME RIGHT NOW." He began pacing frantically. It would have been really funny if I didn't know that Grover was stressing out so much about the wedding. It struck me as odd – Juniper wasn't worrying much at all, but Grover was about to pee his tuxedo pants.

Percy, however, hadn't thought about Grover's worry and started to laugh. "Chill, Grover," he said with a carefree smile. "We're eighteen. And all Athena did was," he glanced over at me, and I was worried about what he was about to say, "Slap me around a little."

I couldn't stop the loud laughter from escaping my lips. I clapped my hand over my mouth. "Okay," I said, taking a deep breath, "No, not right now. You're getting normal, Grover. You have three hours. Percy," I said, turning to my boyfriend, "Do you have any tin cans?"

"Why in Hades would I have tin cans?"

"I don't know," I said, rolling my eyes, "You're the best man. You should have things that will help the groom."

"Sorry, I don't have any."

"Well go get some. Now."

Percy backed away from me. "Yes, ma'am," he said. After the years of fighting me, he'd finally learned to roll with it when I went into crisis control mode.

"Grover," I said, taking him by the shoulders, "Don't freak out. There is no reason to be freaking out. You know that, right?"

"Baa."

I rolled my eyes. "Wrong answer, Goaty McFuzzy Feet. You're marrying Juniper, who loves you more than anything. It's going to go fine. Percy's going to go fetch you some tin cans, we're going to make this wedding rule, and you're going to be okay."
"BAA." I snapped my fingers to try and get his attention, but he just kept bleating nervously and pacing back and forth.

"You leave me no choice, Grover," I said with a sigh. "MUTTON," I said, taking Grover by the shoulders, "Mutton on a plate. Someone eating said mutton."

"What?" Grover said, the frightened look replaced with a look of despair. "Why…Mutton…" His eyes widened. "Oh. Oh I see what you did there."

I shrugged. "Hey, it got you to chill out, right?"

He nodded. "I guess so."

Percy sprinted in with Coke cans and Pepsi cans.

"Which one?" he asked, out of breath.

"Whoa now, hotshot, don't sweat off your tux."

He straightened and adjusted his tie. "Better?"

I nodded.

Percy turned back to his best friend. "Coke or Pepsi?"

Grover looked at him in disgust. "What kind of question is that? Coke, of course!"

We all knew our places from the rehearsal the night before – I was going to be paired with Nico, Maple with Percy, and Aspen was being paired with Myles, a satyr friend of Grover's from when they were small.

Juniper tapped me on the shoulder right before the flower girl, a sapling elm, walked out.

"You're okay that you're not walking with Percy, right?"

I turned to her. "Of course!" I said, "It's tradition, isn't it? Maid of honor with the best man."

Juniper smiled, looking relieved. "Okay, good, it's just I was worried you'd get jealous."

"Jealous?" I asked, "Me?"

Juniper nodded. "Well, with you and Rachel…"

I narrowed my eyes a little bit. "Different situation." The music began for little Elm to walk out. Juniper made a quiet noise like a gasp.

"Hey," I said, "Breathe. It's going wonderfully."

Juniper nodded. "I'm just…I can't remember the last time I was this excited and nervous."

"Annabeth!" whispered Nico, "Quit chatting and come on! We're walking out next."

I squeezed Juniper's hand. "It'll go wonderfully. Don't worry."

I stepped into place in front of Maple, and Percy tapped me on the shoulder. "Good luck, beautiful," he said as Nico and I took our first step. "Don't trip."

I managed to control the impulse to punch him.

We walked out into the ceremony, and I swear, the look on Grover's face when he saw Juniper was the most adorable thing I'd ever seen.

Percy and I made eye contact as the two kissed. We weren't anywhere close to the point of marriage, but something told me that we had a chance of getting there eventually.

As long as neither one of us got killed first.

"So," said Grover, easily more relaxed now that the wedding went off without a hitch, "How do you guys feel about a little dancing?"

"No," Percy and I said at the same time.

"No?" Grover asked, tilting his head to the side, "Why not?"

"I suck at dancing."

I nudged Percy in the ribs, "You've got that one right," I moved my hands to mime holding someone by the waist. "Where do I put my hands?" I said in a mocking tone.

"Why are you so mean to me?"

I shrugged. "I'm your girlfriend. It's what I do."

Grover rolled his eyes and gave the two of us a look. "You know, I kind of think I liked you two better back before you were dating."

"Why?" I asked, "Because Percy was dumber then?"

I cracked up at the look on Percy's face. "Why does everyone pick ME to make fun of?"

"You're an easy target," I said with a shrug.

Without another word, Percy took my hand. "Fine then," he said, looking determined, "You want to dance? We'll dance."

"I never said I wanted to –"

"Shut up and dance."

I was too stunned to do anything but follow him. He moved me like a paper doll, putting my right hand on his shoulder and grasping my left in his, and he began to move.

"Come on now, Wise Girl," he said with a light smirk. "I know I'm supposed to lead, but you have to at least move."

I followed as we danced around the floor. He was elegant, he was skilled, he was…Handsome as ever. I hated what it did to me whenever he was in a tuxedo – and this was only the second time I'd ever seen him like this. He looked older, more sophisticated, far too sure of himself for a nineteen year old, and it was all I could do not to press myself up against him and drag him back to the Poseidon cabin.

"When did you learn to dance?" I breathed.

He shrugged, wrapping the arm around my waist tighter, lightly pressing our bodies together, "Maybe it's just a skill I gained after being invincible?"

"Learning to dance has nothing to do with the River Styx," I said, still suspicious.

He leaned his forehead against mine, "Maybe you just make me do things I'd never imagine."

I barked out the loudest laugh I'd ever made. "GODS!" I shouted, trying to stifle it, "Wow, that was the cheesiest line you'd ever said! Man, Percy, seriously?"

"Fine then," he said, looking a little hurt.

"Sorry," I said, cupping his cheek in my hand, "I just…You know how I am about cheesy."

"Yeah," he said with a shrug, "I guess I'm just waiting for the day when you realize that I actually mean all of the stupid stuff that I say."

I smiled up at him, feeling the joy of just being with him and not having to worry about being sliced in half by an enemy.

"Rachel taught me," he said.

"Taught you what?" I asked, tracing the seaming of his tux.

"How to dance. Rachel and my mom, really. They were horribly embarrassed by my dancing at my mom's wedding, and the two of them wouldn't let me step on your feet again."

"Damn straight we wouldn't," said Rachel, stepping beside us. She looked radiant in a pale green dress that contrasted with her hair perfectly. "How's he doing so far?"

"Actually," I said, "Pretty well. Hasn't stepped on my feet at all."

"Aww!" she said, patting Percy on the cheek. He leaned away from it, making a face. "Our little dancing boy is growing up!" She put her hands on her hips and scoped out the rest of the makeshift dance floor, which was actually just the sword play area with all of the obstacles moved out of the way. "Now if I only had someone to dance with."

I looked over to the side, where Nico was leaning against a tree. "Go ask the emo kid," I said, gesturing in Nico's direction.

Rachel looked like she was about to yell at me, but then she shrugged. "You know, that may not be such a bad idea." She strutted over to Nico, who looked as if he wanted to do anything but dance.

Percy pulled me close again, and wrapped his hands around my waist.

"Nico will kill you, you know," he said.

"Yeah."

The two of us dancing for a little while. "So…" I said, cuddling into his chest, "What do you want to do later on?"

"Well," he said, leaning his head near my ear, "You know what they say the maid of honor and the best man."

"I'm just a bridesmaid, you goof," I said, lightly hitting him on the arm, "You know that."

He shrugged, and leaned his forehead against mine, "That's just my way of telling you my idea for after the wedding."

"Well you've got to do better than that," I said with a smirk.

He left go of my hands, a worrying grin on his face, "What, do you want me to proclaim my love for you over the loudspeaker?"

I stared at him in horror. "Oh, gods no!"

"Too cheesy?"

"Hell yes, too cheesy!" I said, laughing into his chest, "Besides, I already know how much you love me."

He buried his face in my hair and I stepped closer to him. "Who's being cheesy now?" he muttered. But I don't think he knew I heard him.