Explanation for late update: Working on other stories, busy with school, sick, and I was also iffy about writing the last part. Plus, I didn't really like my original idea for the last installment, so I had to compromise. But even with all those excuses, I'm sorry for not updating sooner.

The person who reviewed a while back and signed Weird inspired me to write this about their wedding. Thanks!

I appreciate all the reviews and I hope you like the final Crayons chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO!


People say that weddings are wonderful, and they are. But they aren't the ones who have had to plan one. They are disastrous, resulting in lots and lots of stress. Does the color scheme work? What should the theme be? Where is the wedding and reception going to be held? Is Uncle Jeb allergic to seafood? Is Marla going to make it in time?

Yeah, lots of questions and it all takes a LONG time.

However, even though stress is very…uh…stressful…the worst part, at least to Annabeth, was the nerves. It wasn't just the 'are we going to get this done?' nerves; it was also the 'oh my God I'm getting married…' nerves. The nerves that made you dubious about actually pulling through with it.

Right now, Annabeth was experiencing those nerves. She was going to get married in approximately an hour, and she was having some doubts. She didn't doubt marrying Percy or anything (she loved him too much to believe it was a mistake), but she was just really scared. After this, they would be starting their own life together, maybe even having their own little family. She wasn't sure she was quite ready for it.

She took a deep, shaky breath and let it out slowly. She stared at herself in the mirror. The white lacy, strapless dress fit her perfectly. She had decided to go with a train instead of a veil. Her hair was a bit curlier than usual, and she was actually wearing a bit of makeup.

She bit her lip, the knot of nerves in her stomach tightening.

Suddenly, the door behind her quietly opened. She looked through the mirror to see who it was and was surprised to see Percy, her almost-husband.

Eyes wide, she turned around. "Percy?" she asked. "What are you doing here?"

He grinned. "I thought you'd be a bit nervous. I know I am…" he replied and Annabeth could help but smile.

"It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding."

"Luck-shmuck." Percy waved his hand dismissively. He took her hand then. "Sit down."

Annabeth complied and sat down on the single couch in her small room. Percy squatted in front of her and held her small hands in his own large ones. She was beautiful; he had always thought so, even in Kindergarten.

"We'll be fine," Percy started. "We'll get married, and that will be that. We'll then go on our honeymoon and we'll be done with this stressful business and we can finally start our life together. Everything will be okay. I promise."

She smiled. She knew what he said was true. "Okay," she replied, giving him a hug.

"And here," Percy said, rummaging through his pants pocket. "Something to remind you how much I love you."

Annabeth laughed as he placed a blue crayon in her hands. That blue crayon…who knew something so trivial could bring them together?

"Thank you, Percy," she grinned. "It's wonderful."

He grinned too. "I thought it would be. Now, let's go get married."

And unlike before, she was ready. She was ready to become Annabeth Jackson.

The two got married, both feeling elated and relaxed. Holding hands, they ran outside where there was a white care waiting for them. The two got in, waving goodbye to all their friends and family. They drove off, ready to go on their honeymoon.

"So, Mrs. Jackson, what do you think?" Percy grinned. God he could get used to calling her that.

"Well, husband of mine, I think…we'll be just fine, like you said. I think we can do it."Annabeth replied.

Percy nodded. "We can."

She smiled. "I love you."

Percy took her hand. "I love you too."

Yes, they were as happy as could be. Of course, they would always be nervous about what the future would bring. But they would make it through thick and thin, as long as they had each other.

Sometimes, Annabeth would wonder what would have happened if Percy hadn't come over to color with her on that bright day in Kindergarten. Would they have even met? Would they be here, right now, ready to start a new life?

Probably not, and that's why she didn't ponder to long at that thought. She was happy in the present, and that's where she would stay.

And she owed it all to a silly blue crayon.

So….yes? I liked this way better than the original ending.

A couple notes/reminders.

One: Remember my contest? Yeah, only one person has submitted a story…that makes me sad. PLEASE people consider entering!! Details under the story called Percabeth Beats Prachel Contest!

Two: Just a little fun fact about this story…this girl PMed me and she's from Poland and she asked if she could translate this story into Polish, and I agreed, so now the story is in two languages! Yay!

Three: For those of you who haven't read my story The Persistence of Memory, I'm writing a new story called Artificial Engagement that will be coming sometime in late April or early May. It's about Annabeth and Percy being forced to get married, and they deal with it by completely ruining each other. Hilarious, if I do say so myself. So watch out for that!

Thanks to everyone who reviewed this story, and please review for this final chapter!

--Akatsuki Child