Percy Jackson Fanfic Thingy-Drabble Edition

Apples

((This one will probably be shorter than I would have hoped so yeah))

•set on Holly's 22nd birthday•

Holly POV

For my 22nd birthday Pippin took me to Greece. Half because we both wanted to go, and half because we wanted to get away from babysitting Percy and Annabeth's kids. They have three right now: Charlie, who's five, Luke, who's four, and Michael, who's three.

Anyway, it was really fun. When no one was looking I'd push Pippin off of bridges then jump into the water so he wouldn't get soaked. Then we'd hang out in air bubbles and scare boats going across the water. Just because I'm in my twenties doesn't mean I have to act like it.

On my actual birthday, I woke up later than I thought I would. Pippin wasn't there, which made sense. It was about 11.

He left a note on the bathroom door that said, 'Call me when you wake up. I'll be back later.'

For fifteen minutes I searched for my phone. When I found it, I called him.

"Hey," I muttered sleepily into the phone.

"About time," Pippin said. "I've been up since 7."

"Freak."

He laughed. "Feel free to do whatever you want. I'm getting you a present."

"What?!" I screamed into the phone. I wasn't really mad, but I was sure to sound like it. "You haven't gotten me a present yet?! What kind of boyfriend are you?!"

"Well-I-uh..." I think I succeeded in getting the reaction I was hoping for.

"Just kidding," I told him. "But you were so scared, that was hysterical."

"You suck," he complained. I grinned.

"So what are you getting me?" I asked.

"Why would I tell you? It's a surprise," he said.

"Aww," I complained. "No fair!"

"You'll find out tonight," he said. "Wear something nice." Dang it, I have to go shopping.

I hung up on him then went looking for a decent outfit. I decided on this flowy-like tshirt and skinny jeans.

For once in my life, I left my hair down. Sadly, it was a giant curly mess, so I had to straighten it.

After I took a shower, I went out. 'Where's the address to the restaurant?' I asked Pippin.

He told me and I headed there. I kind of wished there were cabs so I didn't have to walk seven miles in this thing.

Pippin was already there in this fancy tux. Wonder how he managed to afford that. (Just kidding! Maybe.)

"Hey Mr. Fancy," I cheerfully greeted him. "What's up?"

He looked extremely nervous. "N-nothing much. W-what have you been doing all day?"

"Did you just stutter?"

"N-no."

"Liar. Why are you so nervous?"

"I'm not sure what you'll think of your birthday present."

"Well, what did you get me?" I asked, mentally begging and pleading that it wasn't some expensive piece of jewelry. Or any jewelry.

"An apple."

"An apple," I repeated. "You got me an apple."

"Yeah. We're going to do something with it after dinner." I wasn't really mad, just confused. My instincts told me that I should be super excited, but I still don't really trust them.

"Okay," I said slowly. "Is this, like, a really good expensive apple, or-"

He laughed. "It's just an apple, Holly. Quit overthinking it." Now I was even more confused than before.

At least he got me a good cake. It was chocolate, but it had blue icing. As long as it's blue, I'm fine with it. Since I hadn't ate much else, I ate about half of the cake.

"Save room for the apple," Pippin told me. I shrugged and decided that I could have leftovers.

We went outside and Pippin grabbed an apple from a supermarket.

"Oh, so you're just now getting the apple," I muttered. "Okay."

He smiled. "Catch." He tossed it to me.

It hit me in the face-"Ow!"-but I caught it.

"You could've just handed it to me," I muttered.

He walked over and smiled nervously. "But then I wouldn't be proposing." And then my idiotic brain began to work.

In Ancient Greece, throwing an apple was considered a marriage proposal. I'm so stupid! (Shut your mouth Percy.)

"So...?" Pippin looked really hopeful but terrified at the same time.

I hugged him tightly. "Yes, idiot!"

He hugged me back, relieved. "So when will the wedding be?"

"Hold it," I said. "I just got engaged, I'm not going that far yet." He grinned.

"You bruised that apple," he said, pointing.

"Dang it, not again," I muttered.

He burst out laughing. "That's happened before?"

"Yep," I said. "I have bruised two apples with my face."

"When was the first one?" He asked.

"I was three," I said. "Percy dared me to head-butt an apple." This made Pippin laugh even harder.

After a few more fun days in Greece, we headed back. As soon as we got on the ship to go back, Pippin turned to me. "So when's the wedding?"

I sighed.