AN Sup guys! This is now my third fanfic, so I'm still pretty new to this, which means, please no flames, because flames make me sad. :(Sorry that the characters are OOC. I already know they'll be a little OOC, seeing as pretty much everything I write is at least a little (or lottle) OOC.

So this is about a year after TLO, and Percy and Annabeth are 17. Oh, and let's just say, that they sorta out grew their dyslexia a little. It's just another crappy one-shot where Percabeth say that they love each other! Hope you like!

Disclaimer: Wait until I'm 18 and get married to Rick Riordan. Then after his 'accidental' death where he mysteriously lost his balance and fell off the side of the building with no witnesses, we'll see who owns Percy Jackson and the Olympians! I DO NOT OWN PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS! Yet. Mwha ha ha ha ha ha!

Percy and Annabeth were sprawled across Percy's bunk inside cabin 3, with her head lying on his chest. The sunlight from the window rested on her face. The only sound was the slight gurgle from the salt-water spring in the corner and their steady breathing. To Annabeth, it was complete bliss, until some stupid Seaweed Brain had to ruin it.

"Do you want to play a game?"

She sighed in annoyance, and looked up at him. He was just too cute and clueless to refuse. "What kind of game?"

He rolled over so he was now on top of her. Annabeth couldn't help but have her heart beat a little faster, and she noticed her breathing quicken its pace as well. Percy was so close to her now she could feel his eyelashes on her cheek. "I think you know," he hissed, and then kissed her passionately.

"Percy," Annabeth warned, after he moved onto kissing her neck.

He came back, and looked her in the eyes. His eyes didn't look wild like she expected. No. Instead she saw . . . was that humor? "You wanna play some Hangman?"

Annabeth sighed. Partly from annoyance, partly from relief. "You're such an idiot sometimes, you know that right?" she told Percy as she pushed him off of her, and got into a sitting position.

"Well with the million times you tell me a day, it's kind of hard not to know," he said while grabbing a pen and some paper.

She watched him draw an upside down 'L' as the place to 'hang his man' and 8 small lines slightly to the right. "I haven't played this game since I was, like, 12."

"Yeah, well we're going to change that," he said. "Now pick a letter."

"Fine. How 'bout A?" she suggested.

"Ha! No A's," he shouted proudly as he drew a small circle representing the head.

Annabeth just rolled her eyes. "Try E then."

"You cheater!" he said now disappointed that she got a letter. After writing the letter in the correct spot, he said, "Next one?"

"Um, I don't know. N."

"Nope! Wrong again!" Percy yelled, a bit too excited, and drew a line underneath the circle, indicating the body of the small helpless man, about to be hung.

"You're enjoying this too much," Annabeth told her boyfriend.

"Who cares? Just pick another letter."

"You're so stubborn," she stated, while he just stuck his tongue out. "U."

"Crap," he said under his breath as he wrote down a small U on the correct line. "You're cheating! I know it."

"How am I cheating?" she questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"You're using all your smartness and your reading my mind, and you know exactly which letters to use!" he yelled.

"I can read minds?" asked Annabeth. Percy nodded his head. "Well, then, I need to gather all the monkeys I can find, so I can start taking over the world."

"Can I be your king?" he begged.

His girlfriend laughed once. "No. That's what Matthew McConaughey's for. You can be my joker, and entertain me everyday with your lame jokes and juggling."

"I feel so privileged," he said with sarcasm.

"You should! Do you want me to make you our manservant?" she threatened.

"So why did the chicken cross the road?" Percy practiced.

"Perfect!" Annabeth exclaimed. "M."

"What?" Percy was confused, as usual.

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "The game Seaweed Brain. I pick the letter M."

"Oh yeah. No M's. I guess that means you can't read minds."

"How do you know I'm not just bluffing, and playing dumb?" She cocked her head to the side.

"Whatever," he sighed as he drew two arms onto the small, skinny, stick body.

"Whoa. Wait, what are you doing?" Annabeth stopped him.

"I'm drawing the arms. M wasn't one of the letters," he stated, cocking his head to the side this time.

"You don't put two arms! You only put one," she argued.

"No, it's two."

"It's only one, Seaweed Brain."

"It's really two, Wise Girl."

"One."

"Two."

"One!"

"Two!"

"One!"

"You know what? I put two. When it's your turn to put the letters, you can put one arm, or two arms, or how ever many arms you wanna put!"

She glared at him for a minute, and he just glared back. "You just want me to lose faster, don't you?"

"You know me too well," Percy said shaking his head.

She thought for a second, then told him, "B."

"Wrong again, but, just to be nice, I'll only put one leg this time."

Annabeth stuck her tongue out before saying, "L."

"Dang it." he mumbled under his breath while writing in the lone letter L.

He looked at her expectantly, while she just bit her lip in thought. "How about W?"

Percy looked perplexed, once again. "W? Who guesses W?"

"I do," she said angrily. "Now are there any, or not?"

"No W's. Which means, you lost!" he said, rubbing it in her face.

"Shut up!" she yelled and grabbed the paper from his hands. "Now, what did it really say?"

Percy grabbed the paper back from her, and uncapped his pen. He was a bit nervous, and she could tell from the way his hand was violently shaking.

"You alright, Seaweed Brain?" He nodded, mutely, and finished writing in the rest of the letters.

He handed the page to Annabeth, and once she saw those three simple words, scribbled in the almost unreadable handwriting of Percy's, she couldn't help but smile. I L O V E Y O U.

She took the pen from his hand, and drew three more lines underneath the special words. After putting T and O in the 'Used Letters' box, she handed the piece of white paper back to Percy, for him to figure the rest out.

Percy looked up from his lap and smiled at her. "I love you, you know?"

"Yeah. I kind of just read that."

He pulled her into a sweet, soft kiss. "You know what else I love?"

"What?" Annabeth asked with a smirk on her face.

"That you lost in hangman, and I'll hold you to it forever! I mean, it's like one of the easiest games of all time! Who loses in Hangman? That's right! Annabeth Chase does!" he shouted.

Annabeth gave him a death glare, then stole back the famous piece of paper.

"What are you doing?" questioned Percy.

She didn't respond. Just took the pen and crossed out L, O, and V. Right above the scribbled out mess she instead wrote H, A, and T.

After throwing it in his face. She walked out the door, without another word.

5 years later . . .

"Wanna play a game?" Percy asked Annabeth right after the waitress took their orders and left the table to get them their drinks.

She looked skeptical, but agreed anyways. "What game?"

"Hangman, of course," he said with a slight smile on his face. Hangman had become one of their favorite games to play. Annabeth was determined to show Percy that she can win at that game. Did she ever? Oh, no. Did Percy make fun of her for it? Oh, yes. Did Percy get slapped, punched, or abused in any way by his girlfriend for it? Most definitely.

"Fine. Get ready to get your ass kicked!" she said with a cocky smile.

"I've been waiting for that, for five years now Wise Girl," he stated as he drew the famous upside down 'L' and 14 small lines, which were to be filled with letters soon. After sticking her tongue out at her boyfriend, Annabeth started the game with an A, just like she usually did. This went on for some while, gaining quite a few stares from other customers. After many, "Cheaters!"s and a few "You're only supposed to draw one arm, Seaweed Brain!"s, all 14 lines were filled.

"Wait! I seriously won?" Annabeth asked in shock.

Percy nodded. "Only because I felt bad, and I let you win."

"Yeah right!" she shouted as she snatched the napkin they were using out of his hands. "Now let's see what this says! W-i-i-ll. Gods, Percy! You really need to write neater! I can barely read this! Will y-you m-marr-y-y me. Will you marry me. What the hell does that-?" Annabeth stopped abruptly, finally letting the words from the dirty napkin sink in. Did that seriously say what she thought it said? Did Seaweed Brain seriously just ask her to spend the rest of her life with him? Are those the words she had wanted to hear Peter Pan say to her when she was seven? "Percy?"

"Will you, Wise Girl? Will you marry me? I love you, like crazy, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. We've been through a lot, and we can go through so much more together. Will you marry me?" he asked, getting down on one knee and getting a ring out of his pocket. He was blushing like a tomato and stuttering like a mental person (no offence). He was a cute mental tomato, and he was her mental tomato.

"Of course," Annabeth shouted as she flung her arms around his neck, hugging the life out of him.

"Aren't you going to respond with the game? Like old times."

"Who freaking cares about Hangman, Percy? I always hated the game anyways."

"Cause you sucked at it?"

"Shut the Hades up, Seaweed Brain, unless you want me to take this ring and shove it up your-"

Percy cut her off. "I love you too Annabeth."

So there it was. I didn't like the ending very much, but I couldn't think of a good one. So that's what you get! I hope you liked the fic!

:) Jordan

A.K.A. Future Mrs. Seaweed Brain (it will happen)