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Hey guys! Sorry I haven't been updating my stories (except once or twice on the Mansion and OEPBHC) but I've been having some writer's block . . . . THANKS A LOT, LEX! IT'S CONTAGIOUS! (I'm rather hyper at the moment . . .) Odd thing is, I'm writing a book! WHOO! But I apparently have a bit of writer's block THERE too . . . . which BITES. Sigh . . . . but I got a little idea for an AU fluff! So this is an apology, and a message saying I'm still alive!

"Ugh! Boys! I hate boys! They're gross, and rude, and just plain yucky!" 6 year old Annabeth Chase stated, brushing off bits of mud and picking it out of her hair. She just got pelted by mudballs from Gavin Mitchell, the loud, insensitive, idiot. So in short terms, a 6 year old boy. Her best friend, Percy Jackson, beside her (who was listening to her rant) coughed loudly. Annabeth was still muttering, fussing with her golden locks, so Percy had to cough even louder and louder about three more times. Annabeth was confused, so Percy sighed and rolled his eyes (they switched positions, didn't they?), and explained irritatedly, "What about me! I'm a boy too!"

Annabeth's eyes widened.

"Oh! No, not you!" she hurriedly added. "You're my best friend," here, she lightly punched him in the arm. "Course not, you're nothing like those other boys." Percy raised an eyebrow.

"Is that supposed to be a good thing?" he asked. Annabeth hurriedly shook her head, so she kinda looked like a bobblehead.

"Of course it is! . . . either way, I'm never gonna marry if boys are like that." she said, spitting out the words marry and boys.

The two first graders just sat still for a few moments in silence, until Percy said quietly, "Well, then why don't you marry me?"

Annabeth blinked in shock, then turned to her companion.

"Wait—what?" she asked.

"You said yourself that I'm 'nothing like those other boys'," he quoted. "So then you can marry me."

Annabeth just looked a bit confused, so Percy just pecked her on the cheek (just a teeny one) and said, "You can think on that!" while running away, his cheeks slightly red.

After a few seconds, Annabeth reached her hand up and lightly touched her cheek, and a small smile spread across her face.

"Boys," she muttered. She corrected herself.

"Percy."