Hey guys! Sorry for such a late update. I just finished school and I've been really busy, but here's the next chapter. I know this chapter is quite uneventful (compared to the others) but I promise it gets more interesting after this. Okay? Okay.

"Well, Mom. Annabeth has agreed to marry me." Sally smiled and laughed.

"Really? You have to tell me everything! What happened? When was this?"

"Actually, I'd rather have Annabeth tell you from her perspective, but it happened a year or so ago. We've been so busy that I've never had time to stand in front of you to tell you. Honestly, not many people know."

"When's the wedding?" Sally said excitedly, looking directly at Annabeth.

"Well... it's actually sooner than you'd expect. January... second."

"You do realize it's December 26th?"

"We both do," Percy smiled, "Can you come?"

"I wouldn't miss it, obviously."

"Percy, you're such a dork," Annabeth laughed, pushing the piece of pizza farther into his mouth.

"Why do you say that?" he said with a mouthful.

"You wake me up with the most cliche-y statements. You can't even arrange a wedding. You wear your pants on backwards sometimes and when I catch you, you respond with 'Well, you know, that's the new trend'. You're a dork, you dork. You're a giant idiot."

"Well, so are you."

"What do you mean, Percy can't arrange a wedding?" Sally asked.

"Oh, well... I told him he could decide what to do with the wedding since I honestly don't care how it is. Do you know what he chose?"

"Hm?"

"Las Vegas. We're getting married through a drive-thru chapel. Is that not the most insane thing you've ever heard?"

Percy and Sally smiled together. "You know that's how he likes things. Simple and with the people he loves."

"Oh," Percy interrupted slightly, "Since this is how we're doing this, it's going to obviously be a small wedding. You and... dad could come if they wanted to. If you wanted to. And maybe Annabeth's parents, but I'm not sure if that would work out either." Sally shook her head, agreeing with anything he had to say.

After talking about the weather and politics for quite a while, Percy and Annabeth left the hospital. As the doors closed to the outside, Annabeth stared down him, resembling her mother's facial expressions of rage. "I hate you, dork. God, I thought your secret was going to be funny. But at least she's okay. I can't believe you. You suck... so bad. You're the worst kind of person, Jackson." He smiled, reaching for Annabeth's hand. "I love you too." She blushed lightly.

"Fuck you!" Annabeth screamed, nearly pushing Percy off the couch.

"Aww," he smirked, "Looks like little Annabeth is a little sore loser."

"Yeah... well... you're not fair! The game gave you all of the good things! I was stuck with the green shell the entire time. I didn't even get a speed boost."

"Maybe you just suck." Percy laughed at his own joke for much too long.

They continued to play Mario Kart over and over until, together, they reached rainbow road; Percy's least favorite level, and coincidentally, Annabeth's favorite.

"This level is the same in every game. I get that it's the ending, but it's like the worst level."

"What are you talking about? This is the best level! You're just angry that I beat you at the last one."

"That's the only one you beat me at," he said, matter-of-factually. Annabeth glared at him.

"I'm going to kill you in your sleep," she muttered.

"Not if I do it first."

They finished the level (and the game), and "surprisingly", Percy won once again.

"My turn!" Annabeth sang, rolling ninja-style onto the floor, picking up Mortal Kombat.

"I don't waaaaaanna," Percy whined, looking at the back of the case. "We just played it yesterday."

"Well, you suck at this game and I need to beat you at a game because Mario Kart is the only game you've ever been good at."

"Um, excuse me, have you seen my skills in Super Mario World? My point exactly." Percy finished before she could respond with any insult.

Four rounds later, Annabeth wins as she slices the head off of Percy's favorite character. She smiles to herself, looking at Percy. To her, he looked like a lost puppy. She felt bad that she beat him so violently every time, but it made her happy to see him so vulnerable.

"Okay, time for ice cream," Annabeth broke the silence.

"ICE CREAM?!" Percy shouted, throwing down his controller.

"Yes, let's eat 5 gallons each."

"We'll weigh 450,000 pounds and die together."

"Well, yeah. I guess so. If that's romantic to you." Percy rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, loser."

"We really should be planning the wedding or doing something productive with our lives," Percy said, jamming an overfilled spoonful of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream into his mouth. "It's going to have to be pushed back, since technically we were supposed to book a flight... a week ago."

"Yeah, it's either I get ice cream now or we can sit through a weird service with a 67-year-old pervert who has a license to read us things from a book."

"Yeah, true. Maybe we should never get married. We'll just stay playing video games and eating ice cream forever."

"Sounds good to me."