Aftermath-Percabeth

Chapter Eight

"Percy?" Annabeth asked groggily as she slowly stirred from her slumber. "Are you awake?"

Percy grinned before wrapping his arm around her. "Yeah."

"What are we going to do?" Annabeth asked.

"About what?" Percy asked and yawned.

"Our wedding," Annabeth replied. "Do you really want a super big dream wedding? Because that takes time and money to arrange. I want to spend our savings actually living, not on one night."

Percy nodded. "I was thinking that, too. I just thought you might want a dream wedding."

"I mean, it'd be nice, but I'm not certain that's what I truly want," Annabeth admitted. "And besides, I can't think of waiting almost a year to marry you."

Percy stretched and yawned before pulling off his bed covers. He ran to their dresser and started rummaging around in it.

"Percy, what are you doing?" Annabeth asked and arched an eyebrow.

"You'll see," Percy replied with a wink. He ran all around their room and started placing clothes on the foot of their bed. By then Annabeth was super skeptical of him.

"Ta-da!" Percy said as she straightened the clothes to align an outfit. "What do you think?"

"Of what?" Annabeth asked as she peered down at the clothes. "What am I looking at?"

"What I'm going to wear today."

"Why should I care what you wear today? You're not a toddler," Annabeth replied. "Wait, why is it so fancy?"

To them, being two broke kids freshly out of college, fancy was a nice button up or nice blouse with dress pants or a skirt. Nothing truly fancy.

Annabeth arched an eyebrow at him. "Do you have a job interview?"

"No, but I'm getting married today," he replied simply as if she should know about it.

"You want to get married...today? Nothing's planned," Annabeth replied.

Percy smiled. "I know. It's spontaneous! We can get on a bus to Atlantic City and get married in a cheap wedding chapel. Something cheesy like that."

A small smile appeared on Annabeth's face. She didn't hate the idea. In fact, she loved it. "That's perfect, honestly. We can call the rest of the seven to come since they're all here. This could work!"

"Wait," Percy said as Annabeth shot out of bed. "What about my mom, Paul, and Estelle? Shouldn't they be there?"

Annabeth frowned. "Yeah, my dad would probably kill me if he weren't invited, but he's in San Francisco."

Percy sighed and sat down on the bed. "I guess this isn't happening after all."

Annabeth slid down to the end of the bed and wrapped her arm around Percy. "Maybe this could happen..."

"How? We both just agreed that our parents need to be there," Percy admitted.

"What if we got married with only our friends in Atlantic City and then had a small ceremony with our family," she explained. "We'd technically be married sooner and we'd spent less money."

Percy's eyes lit up. "Annabeth Chase, you're a genius!"

Annabeth smirked at him and started picking out an outfit. In a few hours they were dressed and had invited everyone to meet them at a Greyhound Station, where they would explain everything.