"What do olives say when they speak to you?" Piper asked Annabeth one day. They were in Annabeth's cabin and Percy was also in there, playing with his pen-sword.
"Oh, they mostly compliment me. They're terrible flirts."
Percy looked over at them, not sure what to say. "Wait... you get hit on by olives?!"
"Yeah, but it's not like-"
"Coach, grab your baseball bat were making olive oil!"
"Seriously it doesn't-"
"Let's go cupcake!" She had no idea where he came from and she was kind of scared to find out.
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Percabeth One-Shots
FanfictionYou all wanted me to do a Percabeth fanfiction. And since I couldn't come up with an idea, though I am working on it, I decided to "steal" DontCallMeTsukki's one shots. She's okay with it so don't attack me please. The cover is also not mine, neith...
