Hello, all. I'm T-I-R-E-D. Yep, as always. Guess what? I'm updating too. I have some more ideas in mind... So many ideas. Mwhahahaha. ~I'm not quite sure why this would be evil so just roll with it.~
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SORRY I'M SO LATE. I HAVE FINALS AND EVERYTHINGS DUE, AND I HAVE A GOOD SCORES/GRADES IN ALL OF MY CLASSES SO I WANT TO KEEP IT THAT WAY THIS QUARTER/SEMESTER. I CAN'T EVEN BELIVE I'M DOING THIS NOW, I HAVE SO MUCH TO DO. (I like the capslock a little too much...)
OnePieceNarutoBleachFan: Okay, I am doing it, but later. I came up with this idea. P.S. (postscript, yep, I feel like it) I like your pen name. It is cute... :D
Do do Do do Do do. Time for the story to begin (stupid auto-correct, I know I am right so shut up). Do do Do do Do do.
Paul, once again, was worried. I mean he was worried. It was his wedding day, worried.
Sure, it was the happiest moments of his life and yada yada yada yada but his was really, really worried. For you see, the great hero Perseus Jackson was not there. At all.
Sure, he'd heard of women and men not showing up at their own wedding, he had even been to a few of those said weddings, but he had never heard of step-sons not showing up to their parents' weddings. It was incalculably unheard of.
With Percy's absence came another hard absence. Annabeth's, which was almost as hard, considering how much Sally loved that girl.
Sally begged and pleaded and got her way.
"I need this," Sally said, her eyes full of hurt.
"You still want to go through with the wedding? They're gone, Sally. Aren't you worried?" Paul asked.
"Of course I'm worried, that's why I'm doing this," Sally said, and for the first time looked at her. Really looked at her. Her cheeks were flushed of colour, totally pale. Her lips were in a thin line of worry. Her arms crossed. Her blue eyes full of hurt and discomfort. "I need this, Paul. Please."
As if he could say no. Paul could never say no to her, so he said in return, "Okay, sure. We wouldn't cancel the wedding."
Paul and Sally stood across eachother smiling the best they could. They exchanged looks. Paul didn't really get why Sallly still wanted to go through with their wedding with both her son and his best friend absent, but he didn't question her reasoning. She was always right somehow.
The paster didn't see any difference in their stare and read from his bible. "Therefore a man shall leave his father and his mother and hold fast to his wife-"
"Oh god, we're late! The hellhound made us late," a familiar boy's voice came from behind Paul.
"Shut up, Seaweed Brain! It's going on right now! Do you not understand!" Another teenaged girl's voice came from behind Paul.
"Maybe you should be a little more quiet, Wise Brain," the first boy said. "Um, keep going, sir!"
The minister shot the two teenaged rascals a mean look. While Sally just smiled.
The pastor began once again. "Uh, Therefore a man shall leave his father and his mother and hold fast to his wife, and they shall become one flesh."
After the wedding, Percy and Annabeth came up to the newlyweds.
"I'm sorry we ruined your wedding, Sally," Annabeth said, frowning. Her blonde hair was falling out of her loose bun.
"No, honey. You didn't. I'm assuming you ran into some.. trouble. Am I right?" Sally asked.
"Seven hellhounds down at Central Park. But it's no excuse. I should have been there," Percy said, sincere agony in his voice.
"It's fine. We're just glade you could make it," Paul said.
Annabeth and Percy hugged them both. "Congratulations."
It was a good wedding.
It deleted. It did. I was longer and better, but half of it is gone, so I had to make do with what I had.
Sorry that it's bad. :,( I tried. I tired.
Now, you will review, or you will have called upon one hundred (I don't know how I'm going to finish this)... young and handsome devils. (Nice save, Love. Nice save.)
I'm sorry. Sorry. I may not update for a while again. I am sorry. Sorry. So sorry.
I will probably be editing this soon enough, considering. Maybe tomorrow or the next day. I really do not know.
I love you, my dear readers.