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Perseus Jackson

I sat on the couch with a bowl of popcorn in my lap. Michelle was sitting next to me with her blonde hair all over my left shoulder. She plucked a few pieces from the bowl, and popped them into her mouth as we watched Titanic. For the thirty-fourth time since we started dating. I was slowly falling asleep when all of a sudden, my shoulder was wet. Michelle was crying. I put the popcorn on the table,

"Hey, you okay? You know you cry every time we watch this movie. Maybe we should sto-"

"No! Titanic is a classic! Percy!" She sobbed, and I choked on my laughter. She punched my arm and stood up, "Stop laughing at me! I don't want to marry you anymore!" She cried, and ran into the kitchen.

Laughing, I followed her into the kitchen, and saw her walking in circles around the island.

"Are we walking the blues away?" I asked, and she glared at me.

"I can't find anything to eat that'll not make me too fat!" She sniffled, and I nodded,

"You know I don't care if you get fat or not. You should crack open the jumbo box of chocolates you keep under the sink." She gasped,

"How do you know about my secret stash?! And I know you don't care, but my dress cares if I get fat!" She growled, and glared at me. Unimpressed, I hopped onto the counter top.

"So do you want to eat and call off the wedding?"

"No! Yes. Maybe? I give up." She muttered, and opened the freezer. She pulled a pint of Ben &Jerry's out, and tied her hair. "Grab me a spoon."

Opening the cabinet, I handed her a polished silver spoon. She grabbed it and stabbed the spoon into the ice cream. She was a complete mess. Disheveled ponytail, cami, mini shorts, and a tear streaked face. The engagement ring glittered on her left hand.

"Are you calm yet?" I asked, she looked up,

"Maybe."

"Are we still getting married?" I raised my eyebrows, and she pursed her lips,

"Maybe." She scooped another mouth full. "It depends on how I feel after this." I rolled my eyes and looked at the clock,

"So, it's one now... Are we sane enough to go for Chinese? Or do you want something else?" Michelle shook her head, and capped the carton.

"Chinese is good. I need a bit of time to freshen up." She pecked me on the cheek, and walked into the bedroom.