Purple Hair!
By Anya
A/N: Heyy guys this was originally gunna be an oneshot but I got a little carried away! Well I hope you enjoy it. I'm sorry I haven't updated I'm Not That Person I am actually just about to do it. If it's not up tonight it will be tomorrow! I just had to get this one done it was driving me nuts!
Chapter 1: Presents and The Best Christmas Ever.
"Stupid Angel! I don't know why I even bother. It's not as if anyone is actually here!" Atlanta cursed. The fiery red head bounced up down trying to set a golden angel on top of the Christmas tree. Soon she reached the top and set it there. Atlanta stepped back to admire her handiwork. Everything was perfectly in place, except for one tiny light. She quickly stepped up to her lush green tree and fixed it.
CRASH!!!
Archie dropped his book of Shakespearian poetry when he heard Atlanta's scream and a large crash. Opera forgotten, the purple haired teen flew down the stairs to see if Atlanta was okay, only to find his best friend stuck under a large Christmas tree. After he noticed she was swearing and cursing at the tree to move (meaning she was okay) He stated laughing uncontrollably at her predicament. Archie lifted the tree off her and helped her up.
"Are you okay?" He laughed at her angry red face. She rounded on him.
"I hate Christmas and I hate trees. I don't know why I even try, I swear, no one is even here! Jay and Theresa went off for some Christmas dinner and then Odie, Harry and Neil leave too! So much for 'Family Time' and group bonding! Jay is a freaking hypocrite. We can't even go visit our other families back home in case Cronus comes! I wish we never had to meet each other and start fighting for the world. I will be in my room enjoying Christmas Eve!" Atlanta screamed.
Archie widened his eyes, astonished. She wished she had never met them all? Seeing the girl in front of him turn around again and bolt upstairs Archie's jaw dropped. Did he just imagine those tears on Atlanta's face or were they real? Glancing at the green, bushy mess in front of him Archie knew he had to make things right. Something important was going on here and Archie was going get to the bottom of it.
Picking up the tree and setting it back down properly Archie wrote a small note and left through the front door.
Atlanta heard the front door open about an hour after her accident. She scowled and buried her head farther under her blankets. 'I wonder if he saw my tears. Please, god no, he'd never ever let that one drop. I would forever be more of a girly girl than Theresa!' Sighing Atlanta tried once again to fall asleep failing miserably. 'Of all the people in the whole brownstone house I would think at least Archie; my best friend would come and see what's wrong! Maybe he doesn't care…' Atlanta swallowed the small lump in her throat and threw her pillow at the wall. 'Stupid boys.'
Archie had just completed his entire mission. He looked at the Christmas tree and the present underneath it. Well, it wasn't the best job in the world but Atlanta would appreciate it, right? Sighing pathetically, Archie debated taking down the entire thing. 'She'll probably just call me a sappy, dork but at least she'll start talking to me again.'
Archie bounded upstairs hoping for the best.
Atlanta heard a small scratching noise at her door. Rolling over she saw a small pink sticky note sitting on her floor. Picking it up Atlanta smiled slightly.
Come Downstairs. I have a present for you!
Sitting up Atlanta opened her door. Sure she was grumpy and angry but a present is never a bad thing. Clomping (A/N: I love that word…cough) down the stairs Atlanta came face to face with a beaming Archie.
The tree she had previously tried to put up was decorated with bulbs, lights and ribbon. It looked messy, un-matching and tacky but to Atlanta's hazel eyes it was the best sight in the entire world. Flinging herself across the room Atlanta fell to her knees looking at the boxes under the tree. All the presents that had before been in a large pile in a corner were all wrapped (awfully) and set underneath. She saw a large one for her. Grinning like a fool Atlanta rounded on her purple haired friend.
"Archie, you are the greatest person in the world! Even if you are a dork!" Atlanta declared. She ran up to him and hugged him. He tentatively hugged back. Her expression of happiness had definitely made his work worth it. Atlanta pulled away.
"What is that- Archie you have tape all over your hoodie!" Laughing she removed a large clump. Archie blushed furiously.
"Well, I had to wrap all the presents, and I'm not so good with tape." He replied defensively. "Which reminds me, you still have to open your present."
Atlanta went to grab it from under the tree but was stopped by Archie's arm. Her heart skipped a beat.
'What are you doing?' Atlanta thought angrily, 'You are soo not allowed to fall for your best friend...and besides, he has Purple Hair!' Atlanta smiled after her heart went back to normal. Looking once again to Archie she found herself thinking, 'But I love his purple hair. He wouldn't be Archie without it.' Her heartbeat was once again beating erratically and Atlanta was back where she started.
Archie pulled out a small square present with a red bow on it. Atlanta noticed this one had a much better wrapping job on it. Taking it from his hands Atlanta sat down on the couch. Reading the card Atlanta smiled softly.
It said,
Hey 'Lannie.
Sorry if this Christmas isn't as good as it would be if we were back home, but at least we have a Christmas! I mean, Cronus could be attacking now.
Anyways, Merry Christmas, Love Archie.
PS: I'm actually happy we all met. I don't know what I'd do without all of you.
"I didn't actually mean it. I was just angry. I love the fact that we met." Atlanta apologized to Archie. He nodded and told her to go on. She picked up the box and tore off the wrapping. Underneath was a little green box. Atlanta lifted an eyebrow, 'I don't really wear jewellery, why would Archie get me that?'
Archie almost laughed at her confused expression. Most girls would love jewellery for Christmas, but not Atlanta and Archie knew that. He once again told her to keep opening it waiting for her reaction.
Almost as soon as Atlanta opened the box, she stared at Archie.
"You mean it? Truly and honestly?" Archie nodded and Atlanta squealed softly, hugging him tightly.
"I can't believe you convinced Jay to let me go see my parents! What about Hera?" Atlanta exclaimed (A/N: I bet you thought he gave her a ring and asked her a certain question lol)
"Hera is totally in agreement with me. Hermes will let you use his portal in about half an hour as long as you're back by tomorrow."
"Oh my god, Archie! This is the best present ever. Let's go!" She snatched his hand and bolted outside. Archie laughed and followed, enjoying the feel of her calloused hand against his.
Almost as soon as they reached the janitors closet in the school Atlanta stopped. She pulled her necklace and then hesitated.
"What if my parents aren't there? Maybe I should go back…" She said this softly her voice almost cracking. Archie was once again surprised. He had never ever seen Atlanta feeling weak. He grabbed her hand.
"If they aren't there you come home and we will have hot chocolate and open presents early without the rest of the gang."
Atlanta was reassured by Archie's words. Suddenly an idea came to her.
"How would Hera feel if you came with me?" She asked. Archie's face paled and he swallowed quickly.
"To your p-parents?" He stuttered. Atlanta laughed.
"Archie, you are such a dork. They won't eat you or anything, I promise!"
"No, I'm not worried about that, I just have a bad reputation for first impressions. Your parents will hate me and then you will be pretty much forbidden to see me. Trust me on this one." Atlanta frowned.
"You actually think that would stop me? If they told me not to see you again? You are my best friend and if you think you can get rid of me that easily you're wrong Arch. Very, very wrong." Atlanta warned fiercely, "And besides, they will love you, so we have nothing to worry about."
Archie was feeling a little but ecstatic at Atlanta's determination in him but also extremely nervous. Last time he had met anyone's parents they had phoned the police on him. And the time before that he got a concussion from a mother, when she hit him in the head with a pan. Sighing Archie followed the now single-minded Atlanta through the portal.
