Heyo! Sorry for the wait! Inspiration is lacking. D:

"Annabeth," I hear.
"Mmmgha."
"Wake uuuuup!"

"No."
"Please."
"No."
"I'll take your blanket."
"Do it."
"Okay." I feel my blanket being tugged on, and I let it easily slide through my grasp. Then I sigh without opening my mouth and roll over. I hear Percy chuckle and the thump of the blanket hitting the floor.

Then I roll again, faster, stopping when I'm on my chest, using my momentum to fling me up and towards Percy. I hit his chest with my back and I hear the breath go out of him. I've knocked us onto the floor, on top of my blanket. He grunts, trying to sit up. I spin myself over and push him down again, holding him down by the shoulders. I lean over him, teasing. He glares at me, and I give him a small smile. The side of his mouth flicks up, once, obviously a reflex. I laugh and give him a light peck. He sighs.

"I'm sorry for taking your blanket and waking you up early."
"Thank you," I say, giving him a real kiss. When we break apart, I rest my head on his shoulder, laying completely on him. He sighs, stroking my hair.

"But I did have a good reason."
"I figured."

"The queen wants us to go over wedding plans today."
"Which?"
"All of them. Colors, plates, music, guests, bridesmaids, best man, maid of honor, blah, blah, blah. The whole shebang."
"Great. When do we have to report for duty?"
"Um…about five minutes ago."

"Percy!"

"I know. Shall we get going?"
"Fine."
I stand up and stretch, Percy doing the same. He goes down to his rooms, and I pick out a white top with black leggings, sheathing my ivory sword at my belt and slipping my knife into my boot. Then I pull my hair back, letting it fall down my back in controlled chaos.

Breakfast is done being served fancily, so I head down to the kitchens to grab a roll and some fruit. I meet Percy on my way back, carrying several muffins, grapes, and rolls in a basket. I add my stash to his, and we snack and chat as we head towards the Great Hall.

"Ah, Annabeth. Glad you could make it…even 15 minutes late."
"Sorry, Mother. But the castle's big."
"Well, you know all of the secret little passages."
"They're dusty. I'm wearing white."
"And pants. Why is this becoming a trend?"
"Because it's easy."
"And a sword."
"Plus a knife in my boot."
Mother sighs, shaking her head. She instructs the servants to assist us then leaves, off to do her queenly duties.

"Well, where shall we start?"
"Always start with place setting!" Piper calls to us, entering the hall with Jason, Hazel, Frank, Leo, and Reyna on her tail, looking grumpy.

"Um…place settings," I tell Percy.

"Perfect. Can I just say one thing to Piper?"
"Sure."
"You are not allowed to criticize every little choice we make, alright? Because if you do, I will…be very angry."
Piper huffs. "Fine. I will sit here playing games with the rest of us."

They start playing Bird, Bird, Cow, along with some other childhood games. Percy and I quickly choose plates, music, and colors (gray and blue) are working on bridesmaids when a small, blue ball sails over my head and hits Percy in the eye. Percy yelps and stumbles back, holding the ball. Jason, Frank, and Leo are cracking up. Percy straightens slowly, glaring at the trio. They try to stop laughing, but Percy's expression is too funny. I giggle a little bit, too, before stifling it. He carefully grips the ball, cranking his arm around before whipping it in Jason's direction. Jason barely has time to duck before it hits the wall behind his head with a solid thunk! Jason grabs the balls, spins, and whips it back. Percy catches it.

The girls all run for cover, because we don't want laughter to affect their war. They've found more little balls and are chucking them back and forth with lighting speed. Percy's howling with anger and unfairness, barely having time to throw a ball before one flies to him again. He gets one in the shoulder, and yells that he'll have to do it one-armed. But the odds aren't in his favor, so I leap on the table, slide across, narrowly missing flying missiles. I land on the floor by Percy.

"You shouldn't have come," He grunts. "It's dangerous."
"Well, you can't do it along, and certainly not with a dead arm."
"Hm." Percy ducks, but one ball hits his other arm. He falls down dramatically. I reach over, plant a kiss on each bicep.

"Healed!" I shout. He springs back into a crouch, takes a ball into each hand, and whips them at the other side. One hits Frank's left arm, the other nails Leo's chest. He stumbles back, fingering the spot, then falls down.

"Dead!" Piper cries. "Beyond healing!" Leo stands up and sits by the girls, declaring himself refereeing.
"Reinforcements!" Percy shouts, pointing. I turn to see Malcom entering.

"Malcom! Get down!" I screech. He falls to the ground and crawls over to Percy and me.
"What're we facing," He says, breathless.

"Two enemies…possibly four soon. Frank's arm is out, unless Hazel can get over there and heal it."
"Okay. Do I get a healer."
"Sure. Reyna!" I shout. She sticks her head up, and I motion her over. She worms across the floor.

"Yeah?"
"Congrats. You've been recruited. Malcom's your healer, and you're his. Stick together. Don't let him die."
Reyna nods crisply. "Right."
I stick my head up, ball in hand, and chuck it at Piper crawling towards Jason and Frank. She squeals and drops, laying on the floor. I throw another one, headed for her back, but have to duck because of a ball heading towards my head, so my throw is off course, hitting Piper's arm.

"Gah!" She yells, frantically crawling to cover with one arm. Jason goes for her and earns a ball in the shoulder from Malcom. He keeps going, and makes it to Piper. They exchange kisses, healing. Hazel starts for Frank, but Reyna nails her in the stomach.

"Three…two…one!" I yell. But Frank's kissed her before she's gone. A volley of balls fly towards them, and Frank shields Hazel with his body. They all hit him, and he gives Hazel a butterfly kiss before joining Leo.

"Revenge!" Hazel yells. She starts running up and down, around and over, not getting hit because she's so erratic. Finally, when we reach for balls, we've got none: we threw them all away. Then, to top it off, our table starts to slide away, and I realize that our cover is getting taken.

We have to flee because of sudden volley of balls. Our team flatten against the wall, occasionally being lucky enough to be able to reach one, and throw it, but they've got so many, it's hard to reach out without getting hit.
"Okay, guys. New plan," I whisper.

I have to stop there otherwise it'll be really long. Hope you like this "war", please review!