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Percy and Annabeth we're 25. And Percy was planning something. He knew Annabeth was hungry.

"Hey seaweedbrain can you get me some fruit?"

"Sure wise girl." He grabs a apple with the words Will you marry me wise girl carved into it. He throws it to her.

"..... I can't Percy. I'm all ready engaged."

"What?? To who?" He face both sad and angry.

She smirks. A playful look dawns upon her. "I can't say."

"Who is it? I'm going to kill whoever it is!"

"You can't. You'll get hurt."

"Who is this guy??"

"You seaweedbrain! We've been engaged since we were twelve!!" "Throwing a apple is a proposal in ancient Greece."

"I know wise girl. " "Do you still want the ring?"

"Of course." She leaned in and kissed him softly. "Your such a seaweedbrain sometimes"

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