Okay, so I was reading the reviews, and literally felt like a complete jackass! So many suggestions I didn't look over! Soo… I looked over a bunch, and thought, because I am such a meanie, I'll do all of them. Each and every single one.

SO with my head ballooning with pride and joy from all your awesome reviews, here is the next chapter! It's pretty LONG! :D Yay!

This chapter's word prompt shout out goes to: book-freak20

Disclaimer: Pshh yeah, of course I own Percy Jackson and the Olympians… what'd you think?

Percy grinned as the bell rang, and his teacher loudly called, "Lunch time everybody!" Finally! He's been sitting next to Boogery Bobby all morning, and he was still searching around for places Bobby might have hid his nose pickings.

He hurried up out of his seat and almost ran smack into Annabeth Chase, the bossiest brainiac in the whole wide world. Or at least, that's what young Percy would say when the other boys said it.

Really, he thought Annabeth was amazing. She always had something mean to say back when the other kids called her a 'smarty pants'.

But the most amazing thing about Annabeth Chase was her golden curly hair.

Everyday when the other boys would call Percy down from the top of the jungle gym to play he would say no. Why? Because the top of the jungle gym provided the best view of Annabeth and her beautiful hair as she flew like a gentle dove on the swings.

He decided right then that he would tell her how much he admired her, and her hair. So while all the little kids played outside he ran back in on his own, and sat down on the round table, with a plain white paper, and a blue Crayola crayon in his chubby fist.

He simply wrote:

"Deer Annabeth, I think yuw have prety hair."

And then hurried to place it on her spot before she arrived.

Sixth grade was tough. Especially when your best friend is the bossiest braniac in the whole wide world.

Percy didn't really think she was the bossiest braniac, he just couldnt help but hate it sometimes when she acted smarter than him; but of course she was smarter than him, and that just made him mad.

Sometimes, she thought it was okay for her to step into his fights and stand up for him. How could she possibly think it was okay? Everyone was going to think he was a wimp who needed a girl to fight his battles.

"You're stupid, Jackson!" Bobby (also known as Boogery Bob) spat at him, "You're an idiot who can't even read! Or spell!" He laughed, and all his friends felt the need to giggle like buffoons along with him.

Percy clenched his fists, "I'm not stupid!" He growled. Helplessly thinking to how stupid he could be, especially compared to his best friend Annabeth.

Speak of the devil… She walked over to him, her blond hair flowing behind her and a menacing glare in her eyes,

"If you were half as smart as Percy is you'd know that he has dyslexia, and so reading and spelling aren't his strongest points, but of course, you're an idiot at all things English without any reason at all." She hissed, her tone cold.

Everyone left him alone after that, not out of some sort of newfound fear or respect for Percy, but because no one wanted to mess with his best friend.

So he decided right then and there that he would tell her how much he admired her, but that she needed to stay out of his problems. He rummaged through his pencil case until he found his old blue Crayola crayon, and decided to use it, for old times' sake.

"Dear Annabeth, you're my best friend, and I know you care about me, but please, PLEASE don't tell off Bobby and them for me."

And then slipped it into her pocket while they walked home from school that afternoon.

She didn't get involved anymore, but just smiled encouragingly whenever he looked like he needed it.

Percy was at an absolute dead end. Homecoming. He didn't even want to go, but to stay at home with him mom and step dad watching old home movies and eating pizza wasn't the best way to score cool points.

All his friends had scored dates, and now he needed to get someone to go with or else he'd have to go stag.

What he didn't know, was that everyone had expected him to ask his life long best friend, Annabeth Chase. Well—everyone but he and Annabeth.

The idea came to him while they were at his house, working on math homework on his kitchen. He watched the way a strand of her golden hair kept falling into her face, and about all the times she'd had his back through thick and thin.

Plus, it would be a lot more fun with his best friend by his side.

So when Annabeth went to the kitchen to get some snacks, Percy quickly pulled out his blue Crayola crayon, and ripped out a sheet of notebook ruled paper.

"Dear Annabeth, will you got to homecoming with me?"

And then slid it into her pencil case, smiling.

It was all worth it when he saw how radiant she looked in her dress, with her golden hair spilling down her shoulders.

Percy was scurrying around their little apartment on the Upper East Side, looking for his wallet, when he came across his old and worn, short blue Crayola crayon.

With Annabeth gone to see Thalia, he decided to write her something special, Something he'd been thinking about for a long time.

"Dear Annabeth, I love you. You're my best friend the braniac. Will you marry me?"

As they drove away from the crown of family and friends, still ecstatic from the wedding, Annabeth leaned her head on his shoulder and said,

"It's a wonder you didn't write your vows in blue crayon as well."

If you haven't already noticed, this is AU :) Also, I know I already did a chapter where Percy proposed and whatnot, but I guess you could choose between the two depending on how you want it to happen :P

That is all for now friends! It took a while to think of this, and it was really hard thinking about the ending, but I hope you like it. :)