I sat on my bunk while Piper worked on a large knot in my hair. All feelings from the few days before were now lost, crushed inside the turtles mouth. I cringed as she pulled out a few of my hairs, then put my head on my hands.
"Piper," I asked, "by any chance, did your mom..."
"Yeah," she sighed, putting the brush on her crossed legs, "Yeah. She said that you told her to see how I felt about Jason liking you a lot, and that you didn't tell her to stop the connection between us... why?"
I shrugged, "Because Jiper is a better ship name then Jemi."
She chuckled, and I grinned a toothy grin as a loud knock came from the door, "Breakfast!" The voice shouted in a sing song tone. I couldn't tell who the voice belonged to; it was not Jason or Nico, it was to manly to be Leo's, and Frank was to shy to even come near a girl's cabin (I respect him for that). Piper looked just as confused as I was.
"Uh, Leo, did you make a manly voice-inater?" Piper said, "'cause it's working."
The voice laughed, "No sweet Piper, but I do have some French toast out, made by an oven as hot as the sun."
I looked wide eyed at Piper, "Apollo?" I asked.
He pushed the door open and we yelped, still in our loose fitting tank tops and pajama pants.
"Hello ladies," he said, "Its my free day from eternal punishment, so I've come here to say hola!"
I stared in shock. Apollo was my height, and the exact image I would have had of a surfer. He wore sunglasses on top of his shaggy blonde hair, and a jacket with sleeves stopping at his elbows. He also had on a sunset orange coloured swimsuit and flip flops. He reminded me of a character from super smash bros.
"I'm, I, uh, like your swimsuit," I stuttered. He was so hot... oh wait...
"Uhm, Lord Apollo, sorry for asking but why are you here?" Piper asked, as I stood there trying to look as sexy/cool as possible, though I'm sure I just looked like a dying giraffe on rollerskates trying to cross an interstate on drugs.
"French Toast," he said, and I realized he was holding a frying pan with golden brown French Toast inside of it, magically with strawberrys and whipped cream... my favourite.
"Mmmm..." I said, holding out my hand to grab a strawberry. At the last second, Piper smacked my hand and the strawberry went flying across the room.
I stared at her in shock, "You're a strawberry killer."
"No," she said, "No. That strawberry has a love potion on it... probably from cupid."
Apollo pailed, "Pfft, what're you talking about?" He said unsteadily.
"I'm a kid of Aphrodite," Piper exclaimed, "A love potion is not a way to get a girl."
"What the Hades," I said, causing them to shut their holes for a second, "All I want is some freiken French Toast."
"Nice acronym,"Apollo murmured.
"OUT!" I yelled forcefully.
He dragged his feet down the hall. I turned to face Piper, who was red like a tomato, "Thanks, but he's already hot enough to like without a love potion. Percy met him once... and Thalia, but they never told me he was so..."
"Hot," Piper asked, smirking and wiggling her eyebrows.
"Can it McLeen," I laughed, "let's go get real French Toast. I'm starved."
We quickly changed into regular summer clothes (T-shirt, shorts, blue converse) and headed up to the meeting room, where Apollo served us some real French Toast (or as said by himself some REAL GOOD French Toast). Then we headed to the deck, where we practiced for an hour before finally seeing Jason and Nico coming back.
Apollo, who had turned out to be a pretty decent guy, was helping me with demonstrations and giving pointers to Piper when he spotted them on the climbing the ladder.
"Well," he said, starting to fade in a golden light, as if he were a dying monster, "I must bid thee farewell."
He bowed sarcastically. Piper and I waved with humorous smiles plastered on our faces. Before he left, he made his hand into a phone sign, put it next to his ear, and said, "Call me Emi, and I can hang out with someone less boring than Artemis.
I laughed, and shouted back a quick whatever.
But he was gone.
