Disclaimer: I'm saving up, I promise. At this rate, when I'm 400 years old I'll own PJO…I f I find a couple thousand dollars lying in the street.

I shoved the mistletoe into the pockets of my sweatshirt that I forgot were there. After that encounter with Percy, I was a little edgy, so when I accidently walked into someone, I kinda screamed. But it was a manly scream; don't believe anything you hear from the campers.

"T-Thalia." I stuttered out. I mentally slapped myself for that.

"N-Nico." Thalia said, trying to imitate me, and smirked.

"Hey that's no fair, I was just a little surprised to see you." I said, mentally slapping myself again.

"So it was you that screamed. I thought you were practicing one of those voice-over acts with one of the Aphrodite half-bloods." she said, smirking.

"Watch it, Grace." I warned, playfully. She laughed. Laughed! I'm a child of Hades, I'm down-right intimidating, not laughable.

I went out on a limb and pulled out the mistletoe out of my pocket. She stared at it, and then frowned.

"Really, again. How many times are you going to get rejected before you realize I'm a Hunter?" Thalia asked.

"So, hypothetically, if you weren't a Hunter, you would kiss me?" I challenged. She looked nervous for a moment, then regained her cool composure.

"I'm not answering that." she said calmly.

"Why?" I asked, walking closer to her. "It's a genuine hypothetical question."I countered.

"Then, no. I would be twenty-one, while you would be fourteen." Thalia said, turning the tables onto me.

"What if you weren't in the Hunters, AND you were the same age as me." I asked.

"Then I would still be a tree." she said, the smirk returning to her face. "I was fifteen when I was turned back into a tree. Learn your Camp Half-Blood history."

"So if you weren't in the Hunters AND you were the same age as me AND you weren't a tree, would you kiss me?" I asked.

"No, 'cause that's a lot to do for a stinkin' kiss." She countered. Ugh, she was impossible.

"So if you weren't in the Hunters AND you were the same age as me AND you weren't a tree, would you go out with me?" I asked.

She made a buzzer kind of noise, like on those game shows. "Try again." she said, laughing

"Hey, you can't do that!" I told her. Thalia scoffed.

"Sure I can," Thalia said. "I'm a Hunter." she said.

"Yeah, I know." I said, defeated. This was on battle I wouldn't win.

"But, since you're asking about what I would do, and since that's future sense, I'm gonna tell you what I tell everyone who asks me about my future: What happens, happens. Everything happens for a reason and you can't control the future, no matter how much time you have. Anything is possible, Nico." Thalia said seriously. She started walking towards the archery practice area. She was halfway there when I realized that, in a way, she said "maybe". Guess I was gonna take her advice and "Try Again"

It had been like twenty minutes later, and I was back in my cabin when I received a text from Thalia: "Btw, you were holding poison ivy, not mistletoe". That's when I realized how red and blotchy my hands had become. "Connor! Travis!" I yelled. Seconds later, I heard laughing outside of my cabin. "Really guys?" I asked. "Yup." They both said outside of my door. "Try Again!" They yelled and then I heard (loud) running footsteps. It took me a minute, then I realized they had been spying on me and Thalia. They were SO gonna get it tomorrow.

(A/N): If you are still reading this, then, wow, you should know that you rock! I made this story for those who LOVE Christmas Fluff! That's why this is COMPLETELY fluffy! Like snow! Yea, I know completely random. But you gotta love it! Next up: Gruniper! WooHoo! Reviews and Poll Answers are appreciated!

–Ferguson-Goddess-of-Annoyance