WARNING: school has started so I won't be able to upload this as often as I want to. I'm sorry for that, I really am. I hate school (not the socializing part, the homework, tests, quizzes, etc.) *sigh* …Well, I hope you like it :)
Disclaimer: I don't own the PJO characters (which will come in the next chapter) or Sherlock Holmes (I put that in there to be safe)
Violet POV
Three days…
I smiled. I was sitting in my usual chair in the library, a Sherlock Holmes book in my hands. But my mind wasn't on him for once. It was on him; him and the past three days.
I remembered how Apollo first came to me. I was sitting in the library that day to. It had socked me to see someone walking in that wasn't Athena. It had shocked me even more to see Apollo's face sitting across from me. True, we had become closer after the whole Wacky Aphrodite incident (A/N read It all started with a bad hair day for details), but in all honesty, I really thought he didn't like me that way.
I giggled at the memory of him three nights ago; he looked so nervous. But he was very professional; he sounded like a proper gentleman. Of course after I accepted, he broke out into a- poem? Haiku? I don't know. He had cleared his throat and said:
I got up my courage
And look; do you see?
This girl is lucky to have me
For I will take her to the lake.
I giggled both then and now. I don't understand why everyone hates on his poems. I think they're cute and funny.
I sighed at the memory. The lake had been beautiful. It was in Russia...or maybe Germany. We sat, looking at the lake, and talked. The next day, we went to see a movie; it was a comedy. I don't think I've ever laughed so hard. Well, if you forget the Wacky Aphrodite thing, then I don't think I've ever laughed so hard.
I actually started laughing again. If anyone had been in there, they would have looked at me like I'm crazy- laughing for no apparent reason.
I stopped laughing, remembering yesterday. We went to Italy and ate a delicious cuisine. We talked some more; we usually just talk. Well, sometimes he blurts out random poems and such, but I don't mind them (didn't I already say that?). When it was time to go back, it was obvious neither of us wanted to sneak back into Olympus (do you know how hard it is to keep relationships under wraps? I absolutely hate sneaking around, but I my father ever found out… Well, let's just say it would be bad and leave it at that); however, this time, before we walked our separate ways and pretended nothing happened, he said,
She is really sweet.
With beautiful violet eyes.
The girl who's mine now.
And then he kissed me. A little peck on the cheek, but it was enough for me to know that, yep, I defiantly like this guy and he feels the same.
This was all going through my head when a small black envelope suddenly appeared in my hand, complete with wisps of black smoke. The envelope was decorated with bones. I rolled my eyes, knowing who it was from (gods he's so dramatic), and reluctantly opened it. 'Come see me at once' was all it said. I groaned at let my head fall into the back of the chair.
"What do you want now?" I love my father, but I absolutely hate visiting the Underworld.
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