Disclaimer: I do not own Class of the Titans

A/Okay, so I wrote this because inspiration in dodging me. I think writing this will help me jog some ideas for my other stories.

By the way, if you noticed, I deleted my story Only Time Will Tell, because I had found a near identical (like almost-plagiarism) story like it. I contacted the author and I decided to delete it.

Anyways, this started out as reading my diary (yes, I'm a girl and yeas, I have a diary) and recalling some of the stuff I did with my friends.

Anyways, I picture the heroes as teenagers. I mean, they kick some serious monster butt, but they're still teenagers and teenagers, date, go to the movies, have parties, comment consistently on TV shows, and stay up to 3 am talking to their friends about the most random things.

Anyways, this is a lot of fluff (just because I think seriousness is just not my style).

Enough with my words: on with the show!


I stared so hard at the battle plans on my desk so hard, I half expected lasers to shoot out of my eyes and burn the papers.

We were planning a big attack on Cronus, but we needed to lure him in with bait and we-

"Knock, knock," a soft voice said from my doorway. I turned around to smile at Theresa who made her way to my desk.

"Saying 'knock, knock' and then barging in?"

"I just wanted to give you a little heads up that I'd be invading your room," she teased as she swept all of my papers to the side and took a seat on my desk. "You've been working too hard. Relax."

"I did. We went to the movies last Friday."

She shot me a mock glare. "That was five days ago. You've practically been glued to the desk since then. We're going out to dinner."

She had a point. I ran a hand through my hair, a habit I'd picked up lately. I haven't slept more than three hours a day and Theresa basically had to force-feed me.

"Yeah, sure. I'll go."

"Good, because you didn't have a choice anyways," she pat me on the head and started to leave. "Oh yeah, and if you so much as think about Cronus during dinner, I'm making you pay, and I'm ordering expensive.

"How would you know what I'm thinking?" I shot out with a smirk.

"I'm a mind reader, remember?" she said in a singsong voice.

"So almighty psychic, where are we eating?"

"I'm thinking Chili's."


"Oh my gods," Theresa giggled, pinching the bridge of her nose to keep her soda from squirting out.

"Oh, shut up," I griped as I coughed into my napkin.

"I can't believe you choked on a tortilla chip," she said with a laugh.

"There was green stuff on it!" I cried indignantly, grabbing her Coke and drinking the whole cup.

"Hey! You're buying my refill."

"I'm buying the meal," I griped."Hey, it's not my fault the bottle landed on you."

"Yeah right, I bet you probably used your psychic powers to move it to me."

"I did no such thing!" she protested, jabbing a finger at my chest. She loooked thoughtful for a moment. "If I would've pointed it at someone, it would've been Archie."

"Hey!" he cried from the other end of the table. After a second, he let it go and turned back to Atlanta to do what they would call fighting and what the rest of the world would call flirting.

I was starving. I stared at my appetizer, a plate of Southern Eggrolls. Herry took two and I already ate three. I reached for the last one when a hand swooped in and took it.

"Cool eggroll," Theresa said with a cheeky smile and shoved it into her mouth.

She was cute; I let it go.

"You having fun?" she asked me after chewing the rest of my eggroll.

I decided to answer honestly. "I'd rather be back at the brownstone."

She frowned. "Come on, Jay. Have a social life for once. We're teenagers."

I raised an eyebrow. "You forced me to come. If you forced me to come, I'm probably not gonna be all that fun."

She scowled at me, though the corners of her lips twitched upwards in a smile. "It's for your own good. Sunlight, fresh air. You can't stay in a little, dark room forever."

"Not with you dragging me off to places all the time," I said under my breath, though she still heard me; she lightly smacked the back of my head.

"You're going to go insane if you keep yourself in your room all the time."

I shrugged. "Some people said Einstein was insane."

She elbowed me. Hard.

"Ow," I complained, rubbing my side.

"Just shut up and eat," she commanded, waving the waitress over.

After we all ordered and got back our food, Neil had to go to a photo shoot.

"Do you need a ride?" Herry asked, still munching on the four plates of food (my wallet is gonna take a hard hit) he ordered.

"Nah, I'll catch a taxi."

"What time will you be back?" I asked.

"Nine."

"Do you have your PMR?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Call us if you see anything suspicious."

"Yes, mother." He said as he left.

Everybody stifled her giggles behind their napkins.

"What?" I asked indignantly. Neil needed to be prepared for an attack.

"You forgot to tell him not to take candy from strangers," Odie joked, which resulted in another round of laughter.

"He needs to be prepared!"I protested.

"Sure," was the unanimous answer of the whole group.

I turned to Theresa for help; she just shrugged and stole a piece of chicken from my enchilada.

"Quit stealing my food. You're worse than Harpies."

She just stuck her tongue at me and stole another piece of chicken. Oh yeah, the seven heroes chosen to save the earth were the epitome of mature.

I grabbed my fork and took a piece of her quesadilla.

"Hey!" she cried before taking yet another bite from my plate.

This continued for about another twenty minutes before we had eaten all of each other's food.

"We should have just traded plates," I said, sipping my soda.

"But that would take away all the fun of stealing somebody else's food," she said.

"Kelpto."

"Shut up."

"Great comeback."

"Shut up.'

This continued for another ten minutes until Theresa made a revelation.

"Jay, where's the rest of the group?" she asked.

I looked around the table, and the other seats were indeed empty.

I picked up a note scrawled on a napkin.

Dear Lovebirds,

We decided to go home and give you two some space. We'll be back at the brownstone.

Love,

Us

P.S. This was Atlanta and Archie's idea. Please don't get mad at me. ~Odie

"They left us here?" I said, shocked.

"Don't worry about it," Theresa said airily. "We can take my car home, and you were gonna have to pay the bill anyway."

"Gee, thanks. I feel a whole lot better now."

"Cheer up! Apparently, we're now 'Lovebirds'." She smiled and gave me a quick peck on the cheek.

I coughed to cover up my blush and smiled. "Well I'll go and pay this bill and meet you in the parking lot.

After I paid (I was gonna be broke for a while), I met up with Theresa, who was leaning on the driver's door.

"Hi," she greeted.

"Hi back," The Lady Slayer awakens.

"Finally ready to go?" she asked with an arched brow. "You were in there for quite a while."

"Yeah, I think some of my last dollars refused to leave my wallet."

She threw her head back and laughed.

"You're laughing at me? Gee, that does wonders for my confidence." Another laugh. I was on a roll.

I opened my mouth to say something else, but I was cut off by a quick peck on the lips by Theresa.

I was pretty sure I was blushing a color that would make the apples jealous but I somehow worked up the nerve to say something.

"That the best you can do?" I asked.

She raised an eyebrow and leaned in close to me but stopped an inch from my face.

"I can definitely do better," she whispered in an almost sultry tone.

This time, I was prepared for the kiss. It lasted probably all of six seconds, but it was amazing. Of course, it was my first real kiss, but it was absolutely perfect in my book. Nothing to serious, but still romantic.

I stood there for a while dazed, before I realized that she had left in her car, laeving me with no transportation home.

Dammit.


A/N Not all chapters will be Jay and Theresa. I just started it off with them, because they come so naturally to me.