Disclaimer: I don't any of the anything or any characters (I will tell you if I do) and some of the stories I will create in the future, may be remakes of other author's oneshots/fanfics/stories (I will tell you if I do too) and also, this is an Apollo/Thalia fanfic. Please review as much as you can! And feel free to share and spread my fanfic to other PJO readers, or lovers of Apollo and Thalia! I really hope you enjoy this story, as much as I enjoy writing it! Oh, and again…I don't own anything! The format I am using in the beginning comes from my sister's fanfic from Covenant, "Snapshots." You guys should read it by the way!
Chapter One: Coffee
Pairings: Apollo/Thalia
Rating: T/ PG-13
Word Count: 1,558
New People In The Story: Helen Grace, Thalia Grace's mother, someone I made up.
A/N: The way I want Apollo and Thalia to meet, in a coffee shop. This if you think about it a little, is a bit similar to Akatsuki Child's (my favorite Apollo and Thalia author) fanfic, "Researching Apollo." You'll understand if you read a little.
The bell rang, and Thalia Grace sighed, struggling to get up from her desk. It was finally the end of the week and school, aka hell. She had an eight-page report due on the following Monday, which she should have done a few days ago and be done with all ready, she's such a procrastinator. Oh, and the report had to be on "What Did I Do During The Summer?"
Just to let people know, she did absolutely nothing during her entire summer (or what she's been told). Well, that is kind of a false statement, because Thalia helped her brave, best friend, Percy Jackson, defeat and vanquish the evil Titan Kronos. But that adventure was out of question, because well; one, you aren't suppose to expose them to the humans, and two, mortals/humans aren't usually stupid and gullible to childish, mythological stories like the Battle of Gods and Titans, Part Two.
She'd have to make it up, like she always did. It wasn't hard, nor was it easy, creative writing wasn't her much of expertise. It wasn't hard, nor was it easy. The middle part of the report should always be easy because it's like making up your own little memory as you write. Thinking about the beginning was hard, and trying to end the damn report was equal to being as hard.
English period was in fact one of the easiest classes Thalia would've ever taken or think of (unless of course, if it had gotten to creative writing). Writing essays, and reports, and stories about her life wasn't her absolute favorite thing to do.
That annoying girl, Rebecca Black's song kept going through her mind, "Fun, Fun, Fun, FUN! Looking forward to the we-ee-kend!" That annoying verse from that annoying song was the complete opposite of what was going to happen tonight, and total bull.
Her mother was going to work late, like she usually does so, Thalia walked home.
When she was about to enter her house, she smelled an aroma of oil and coffee. She recognized that smell, for it had come from the stores that she lived nearby, Starbucks, and In-N-Out, which wasn't a long walk from where it was from her house. Her stomach ravenously grumbled from that mouth-watering scent. As she was about to open the door, she locked the door, and went to her hypnotizing dreamland.
She went to In-N-Out first, ordering two double cheeseburgers with their delicious, somehow (and what) healthy fries, and along with that she ordered one Animal Fries. Her next and last stop was Starbucks, her mother's favorite store, and her obsessive drug, Passion Tea Lemonade.
Her mother, Helen Grace, worked in Social Security, with a bold and fearless personality, but she was also this fearful and mean person. Although, her mother does charity, and praying, and chanting (also a way of praying), and someday wants to be a monk, (which she doesn't see her mother being) she doesn't really see her mother much of being all-time holy person.
Helen can cook meals for her and her daughter herself, only she never gets the time to because she comes home late, or she gets too tired to sometimes. She doesn't want to, but sometimes she is forced because she has to feed her child. This fact made Thalia feel bad, and ashamed of herself; so she taught herself to cook her own recipes from online and friends. Some were found up in the attic, where she found, old, yet delicious and traditional recipes that had been cooked since the fifteenth century. When she found out how to cook, she told her mother to stop cooking, but sometimes her mom would want to do it.
It started snowing as Thalia began walking back outside to Starbucks, and when it had touched Thalia's pale, silky skin, it sent shivers up her spine. Light breezes and winds danced around her dark brown hair, and sang and whispered upon her ears. Her nose was beginning to turn red and so had her ears.
When she had reached the coffee shop, she opened the door, and smelled a strong aroma of brewed coffee, along with peppermint hidden behind it, her favorite seasonal drink during the winter holidays, Peppermint White Chocolate Mocha, trenta-sized (she's going to be working all night).
As she headed towards the cashier she began ordering, two Marshmallow Dream Bars, two loaves of Banana Walnut Bread, one trenta-sized Peppermint White Chocolate Mocha, and another one trenta-sized Passion Tea Lemonade for her mom.
After receiving her bakery goods, she immediately put it in her large In-N-Out bag. Her coffee then suddenly came out. As she had turned around to walk out of the store, a boy an age older than her, with golden hair color, and sun-kissed, tanned skin, bumped into Thalia, creating a huge mess around her and on her, for her drinks had splattered on her roughly. It felt like dried ice had been thrown at her like a snowball.
Apollo looked at her shocked face, saddened in shock as well, and exclaimed trying to help her up, "Oh my gods, I am sorry. I didn't mean to do that, honest. Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
Thalia stumbled on some ice cubes, for she had fallen, slipping on her on her drinks, "Oh no, it's fine! It's not like I have an icy burning feeling because I bumped into someone." She stared at him, and instantly realized who he was and recognized who he was. The sun god.
Someone handed Apollo napkins; he quickly snatched the napkins and started washing and cleaning Thalia slowly and gingerly. He looked at her face and wiped small, pink and creamy white, droplets fall from her face. "I'll buy you these drinks again."
When they were done cleaning each other and apologizing, they never kept their eyes off each other; Apollo, with his brilliant, hazel, butterscotch-golden eyes, and Thalia's eye-catching, silvery electric blue eyes. He had also bought the drinks as he promised to her.
She truly looks a bit familiar… Apollo thought to himself.
"T-Thank you, for helping me clean up, and buying me the drink again." Thalia mumbled, looking away.
Apollo took a sip of his coffee, and chuckling, "Is there a reason why you need that much caffeine in your body system, at this time of the day?"
Thalia quickly answered, "I want to finish this eight-page report that is due after the weekend, which I should've done last Monday, but didn't. So, I'm going to run an all-nighter do my best to finish everything by tonight."
"Ah…" he said, exhaling slowly and heavily, making her smell his strong Italian Roast coffee breath. "W-What's your name?" he suddenly asked, hoping for some conversation.
Thalia took a quick sip to end her thirst, not realizing she had drunken from the wrong drink, "Thalia. Thalia Grace." And that name hit him. He knew who she was now. She waited a little when he didn't say his, so she asked back wanting him to reveal himself, "And yours?"
"Ap…Bobby…" he stuttered, covering up quickly, making Thalia mile and snicker to herself.
It was silent for the next ten minutes when Thalia had gotten up, saying, "So, again, thanks for the coffee, but I should get going now…my mom is waiting," That was a lie.
"No worries, I can drive you." He quickly said. But apparently she didn't have a choice to say no, or yes. Staring at the red BMW gave Thalia shivers.
"It's really okay, Bobby, I can walk, my house isn't far from here." She started walking away when the sun god grabbed her.
He laughed, "Nonsense. I did spill coffee and that pink drink over you, it's the least I could do, and it would make me feel less guilty."
"Fine…" she sighed.
She showed and told him the directions to her house, and it took the two of them ten minutes to drive to her house, despite the fact that two of them had to wait for slow walkers, and long never-ending feeling traffic lights. When they arrived at her house, he walked her in commenting, "You leave nearby…"
"I swore do, I said that a while ago. Are you going to stalk me now, or something?" Thalia joked, chuckled, causing the sun god to widen his eyes. "Thanks, for the drive Apollo. I would've frozen out here…"
He smiled crookedly, "No prob—" He stopped smiling, and looked at her, "You remember."
"Ha! 'Course I do," she snorted, "how I would ever forget the sun god that made me ride the flying red BMW across the skies, even though I was afraid of heights, and you knew about it."
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that…"He blushed to himself, although he was laughing inside, to the point his stomach hurt and he felt like the coffee he drank coming back up.
She opened the door to her house, he wanted to come in, but he knew it wasn't right, "See you around?"
He nodded smiling, flashing his famous, gleaming, white teeth, "We will…I hope we will." He walked down the steps of the house and walked out waving good-bye as Thalia closed the door from behind. He was thinking about how happy and proud he was that he spilled coffee on her…
"Coffee…" he snorted to himself.
A/N: Did you guys LOVE it? Did you guys LIKE it? Did you guys…hate it…? Review please!
