Snowballs
Author's Note: No songs this time, but I was listening to Toothpaste Kisses from Angus, Thongs and Snogging if anyone cares.
"Percy, I swear on the river Styx-"
Splat. Freezing cold snow suddenly filled her vision and face. She gasped as some of it went down her shirt, instantly giving her large, convulsive shivers.
She wiped powder out of her eyes and glared at her boyfriend.
Percy merely shrugged and smiled, only slightly abashed. "We had a bit of a snowball fight before, and I didn't want to end it losing."
They had walked back to camp just as the sun was beginning to creep toward the horizon, when Percy unexpectedly ran toward the property line and scooped up some snow, forming a snowball. Or, as Annabeth liked to see it, he had scooped a declaration of war.
She pursed her lips and headed toward Percy, who quickly put on an innocent expression. She made like she was going in for a kiss-
-but watched instead as Percy's eyes grew wide and he too, began shivering. He glanced down at his shirt and grimaced as he noticed the snow she had packed into his shirt.
"Cold enough for you, Percy?"
"You are so on," he replied. With that, they began scooping up and throwing snowballs as fast as they could at each other. They were so into it, they barely bothered to aim anymore.
So when they (Annabeth claims it was Percy's snowball) accidentally hit Will, who was bringing wood for the campfire, they didn't notice until he had joined the fight too.
All of sudden, though, all the campers had joined in—and snowballs were flying everywhere. Eventually, about ten minutes in, Annabeth could barely see anymore. As quickly as she could, she squatted and began running for cover behind the guarder of the Golden Fleece (for a dragon, he was rather scared of the snow and was merely whimpering behind his paws during the entire tirade).
She slide into place behind him, and began searching for Percy in the crowd of snowball fighters. Abruptly, though, she felt his warm arms encase her and his lips on her cheek.
She giggled, causing Percy to shush her. "We have to be quiet," he whispered.
Annabeth giggled again. "And might you tell me why?"
"In case Chiron comes charging at us like a wild horse."
"Percy, Chiron is a horse."
"Only partly. We wouldn't want to turn on his wild side, would we?"
Annabeth laughed again. "No, I suppose we wouldn't. So this was your plan, was it?"
"I didn't have a plan, actually."
"Sure. You didn't plan on creating a full-fledged, totally disaproved-of snowball fight at all."
"Well..."
"See?"
"You know, I think we might have to silence you for a bit. You talk too much." With that, Percy kissed her again—long enough to take her breath away.
"Actually, I think the only reason your against me talking is because you're afraid of what I know," Annabeth teased.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!"
"Well, if that's how you think..." And then he started pelting her with snowballs, leaving her with only one choice—to run back out into the chaos.
"NO, Percy!"
"Begging won't get you anywhere," he smirked.
"And begging won't get you anywhere, either, Perseus Jackson!" rang out a clear (but very irate) voice.
Percy and Annabeth stood up again, to find a very sober atmosphere. When Chiron had spoken, the chaos and snowballs had stopped, and everybody had ceased to do anything, merely look ashamedly at their feet.
"Now, I don't care much for anybody being on or near the property line anymore. As for the snow...well, if you had wanted some, we could have asked. But I refuse to let you all endanger not only yourselves, but the whole of camp, for just a silly game. The Titan War is over, and no one is allowed to just march out of camp anymore, except when given missions or when I have been spoken to. I except all of you to continue following those rules.
Please go back into camp, everybody. Except for all head counselors, who I want to see in the Big House." Chiron looked expectantly at Percy and Annabeth and began to gallop back down the hill.
Annabeth felt herself biting her lip. This was probably not going to be good.
