Will knows he's kind of weird for liking to go through his email. Honestly, there isn't much he doesn't like. Like the other week, when he drove Annabeth to the gynecologist and had to wait in the car, he was so excited because that meant he could listen to his new Taylor Swift CD in peace. He's just an optimistic kind of guy like that.

"Delete!" he sings aloud as he moves old emails into the virtual trash bin. The computer makes a cute little pinging sound as a new email appears in his inbox.

It's from Piper McLean!

Will squints to make sure he read that right. Yep.

It's from Piper McLean!

"What's up, Will?" It's easier to read emails out loud because, well, dyslexia is kind of a bitch!

"I hope you and Annabeth are well. Say hi to her for me." Will jolts out of his seat and opens his bedroom door. "Hey, Annabeth!" he shouts. "Piper says hi!"

He cracks his knuckles and sits back down at his desk chair. It's a wheely chair. Will loves wheely chairs.

"Hazel is going psycho trying to figure out the seating arrangements for the wedding." Wedding? Someone is getting married?

"I offered to email you for her. I just need to know if you and Annabeth will be at this wedding or not. It would mean a lot to her if you could make it. She's sure that she sent you an invite, but just in case, it's going to be here in New Rome at the local resort on July 17th." Woah, New Rome has a resort? Awesome.

"Hope to see you there, xoxo... Piper McLean."

Annabeth wouldn't have hidden that wedding invitation from Will, would she? It makes sense that she wouldn't want to go; she doesn't like to talk much about when she used to save the world every other day of the week, but these people are her friends!

Will decides to find out for himself. He wheels his wheely chair the whole way down the hall.

Annabeth's room is basically a cross between a college dorm and a bachelorette pad. Her name is on the door in neat lettering, but the inside...

Will knocks on the door, but it opens on its own, so he takes that as an invitation.

Annabeth's posters are quite an interesting combination. The one on the back of the door has an illustration of The Gorillaz on it. Will doesn't understand the concept of a cartoon band, but he knows Annabeth likes them, so he supports her.

There's a collage that Will recalls making with her shortly after they moved in. It has some of their favorite celebrities on it. Or rather, their favorite celebrities at the time they made it. Jake Gyllenhaal's eyes are crossed out and he now has devil horns. Annabeth's not as much of a Swiftie as Will, but she's not stupid.

Will's personal favorite is the Marina and the Diamonds poster that hangs on the ceiling above the bed. He knows exactly why Annabeth chose that spot, and he chuckles just thinking about it.

Annabeth is such a freak. Will loves her for it.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Annabeth is currently wrapped in a blanket, on her stomach, in July, drawing something furiously on the sketchpad Will gave her for her birthday a few days ago.

"I got an email from Piper today," Will says, wheeling his chair up to the foot of the bed. He's eye-level with her now. He knows something that Annabeth doesn't and it feels good. He's going to enjoy it.

"How's she doing?" Annabeth asks, clearly uninterested.

Will clears his throat. "Well, she's worried about Hazel, and just trying to help out. She's wondering if we received a wedding invitation?"

Annabeth looks up. Now he's thrown her off her rhythm. "Shit, Harry Styles."

"What?" Now she's thrown Will off his rhythm.

"I was, uh, you see I did get it in the mail and then I thought 'well, why the hell would I go to this' so I stuck it in the trash and got on Ticketmaster and found out Harry Styles is playing here the same weekend as the wedding so I added the tickets to my cart and I was going to buy them for you as an early birthday present the next time I got paid only the thing is I forgot and now you're mad at me about the wedding," she rambles. She often rambles.

Will stares in disbelief. "You... what?"

Annabeth goes back to her drawing. "I'm so-"

Will doesn't care. He leaps out of his seat, sending it wheeling into the wall, and he joins his best friend on the bed. He wraps her in a very much unwelcome hug. "You were going to take me to Harry Styles?!?"

"Emphasis on the 'was'."

He draws back, leaving Annabeth gasping for air. "You know we have to go to this wedding now, right?"

"I figured."

"Great, because I already told Piper that we're looking forward to it." It's true. Will can be a little trigger happy when it comes to Gmail. "We have to figure out what we're wearing; should we coordinate outfits?"

Annabeth rolls onto her back and rubs her eyes. "Percy and Nico are probably going. Well, Nico for sure. He wouldn't miss his half-sister's wedding unless there's something I don't know about."

Shoot. Will hadn't considered that. Annabeth is right, as usual. "So," he starts. "We're not going to coordinate outfits; we're going to be totally awesome and show up our exes." He doesn't know about Annabeth, but Will is going to show everyone what they're missing out on.

"Will, what the actual hell. That sounds like something out of a rom-com. This is the part where you tell me you're going to-"

"I'm going to tell everyone I have a boyfriend!" It's a great idea. It's the only thing Will needs to have the life all his old friends will envy. He needs to start planning his outfits. Should he start wearing eyeliner?

Will's caught up in the moment. If Annabeth has any objections, she doesn't feel strongly enough to voice them, so Will takes that as a sign to continue.

"C'mon, it'll be fun! We can, like, reinvent ourselves!" he shouts. What's in Annabeth's closet? He needs to go shopping for both of them. "Who do you want to be?"

"I want to not get made fun of because I'm a daughter of Athena who works at fucking Hooters." Will can't see Annabeth, as he's currently rifling through her closet, but he's pretty sure she's trying to fall asleep. It's like she's nocturnal. Oh, like an owl. And it's funny because that's her mom's sacred animal. And it's even funnier because she works at Hooters. He'll have to use that joke sometime when he's not caught up in a dramatic moment.

"Oh! I have a great idea!" he shouts, yanking Annabeth's blanket off of her, revealing a faded tattoo on her thigh. "We can get that covered up with something better!"

Will doesn't understand why she didn't get her trident tattoo covered up years ago when she broke up with Percy. They say you should never get your lover's name tattooed, but if you ask Will, it's just as bad to get your lover's dad's symbol poorly tattooed on your thigh. Luckily, it's small and faded. Will knows a little bit about tattoos; he actually has one of his own that he loves. Annabeth's tattoo should be easy enough to cover up. He's watched enough Ink Master to know.

Annabeth sits up in bed, her hair now a mess. "Hey, that's... that's actually a really good idea. What would I get?"

"Your body, your choice. That, and I don't want to be responsible for something worse permanently on your thigh," Will says. "But," he adds, "if it were me, I'd go for something huge. Something that says, 'sorry, the old Annabeth can't come to the phone right now. Why? 'Cause she's dead!'"

"You did not just quote Taylor Swift," Annabeth deadpans.

"I sure did, and with good reason. The computer's in my room. Go find someone who can fix your leg," Will says.

Instead of replying, Annebeth wraps her blanket around her shoulders and trudges off to Will's room- hopefully, to use the laptop.

Will laughs. What would he do without his hot mess of a roomie?