I wonder if Apollo chose Oracles based on their Zodiac sign. Come on, it seemed a little too coincidental that I was a Leo. Now that I thought about it, when was Percy's birthday? August 18th. He was a Leo, too. Well, that got rid of my theory involving demigods.

I was standing in my studio, not even sure what I was painting.

"Rachel?"

I shrieked and whipped around. Percy was standing there, smirking.

"Percy! You scared me."

He grinned. "A certain god on your mind?"

"Eh?" I turned to my paintings and was horrified to see a picture of Apollo, who was grinning happily with his arm around someone I had yet to finish. She looked suspiciously like me.

Crap.

"I, uh, didn't know… what I was painting?"

Percy rolled his eyes. Nasty man, he was.

"Sure, Rachel, whatever. Listen, Annabeth wanted to know if you would like to go out to dinner with us tonight."

Now, I might not be the relationship expert, but I thought Annabeth might want a romantic dinner.

"Nah, I'm good."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

He shrugged.

"Okay. See you later."

"Bye."

Percy left. My thoughts drifted again as I painted, letting the colors and design flow.

Bad idea.

I finished and stared at it. Apollo had his arms around me, and we were both laughing, sitting in a field of yellow daises.

I sighed and let it dry. I wandered around my studio and took the sheets off my other pictures.

They were almost all the same, with small differences. Instead of yellow daisies, there were red roses. Or we were sitting on a dock in the moonlight.

I had no freaking idea what was wrong with me. I was the Oracle; I wasn't supposed to have feelings for my patron god.

I heard a crash and a muffled shout. Then:

"Rachel?"

Dammit. Apollo. With a speed I didn't know I possessed, I draped the coverings over the art and stood in front of my wet one.

"In here!"
He came in, looking as handsome as always with golden blonde hair and sapphire eyes.

"Hi, Rach."

His eyes alighted on my paintings. Thank gods I got them covered.

"Hey, Apollo," I said casually. My heart was hammering a million miles a minute, and it wasn't because I was scared he'd see my paintings. No, it had something to do with the timbre of his voice and his sunny smile (no pun intended).

"What are you painting?"

He started to pull off a sheet. I screamed and tackled him, effectively keeping my art hidden.

"What are you doing?"

I laughed nervously.

"Wanna sandwich?"

"Okay!"

I led the way into the kitchen, making sure my studio was locked.

After making us food we chatted for a bit when he cleared his throat loudly.

"Painter and artist

Rachel, red hair and green eyes

Pretty Oracle."

I blushed. He grinned.

I don't see why everyone hates Apollo's poetry. I like it.

I got up the put the dishes in the sink. I slipped and the plates shattered. Defying all laws of physics, one flew up and hit me in the cheek.

"Oww!"

I held my hand to my face and when I pulled away it was covered in blood.

Apollo had flicked his fingers and the dishes had flown into the cupboard, clean and unbroken.

"Oh, man," he said when he saw my face. "Don't move."

He cupped my other cheek with his hand. I froze. A warm, shimmering feel swept through me. My cut was healed, but unfortunately blood still covered my face.

"Come on," Apollo said. He led me to the bathroom and wet a washcloth with warm water.

Gently, gently, he wiped my face clean. I sighed and leaned into his touch. When he was finished, he didn't move. Our eyes met, blue to green.

He leaned in a little and I angled my head. Our lips were about to touch when someone knocked on the door to my apartment.

He jumped and I leaned back. They knocked again.

"Coming!" I yelled. I hurried towards it.

I flung it open to reveal Percy, again.

"Hey," he said. "Annabeth sent me back. She says she really wants you to come to dinner."

I glanced towards the hallway. Apollo was gone.

"Sure," I said. "I'll come."

A/N

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~Jennah