Jason has a very cheeky look on his face, as though he succeeded something.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing! Oh, nothing" Jason says, shaking his head, still smiling. I huff, but don't say anything. I won't fight with him, I guess.

This makes me just a little uncomfortable. Not being around Jason. I actually really love being around Jason, since I feel oddly safe around him. I'd never tell him that, but that is how it is. No, what I mean if I feel uncomfortable celebrating holidays without Bianca. I've spent them with Hazel, and I love Hazel. Hazel is one of my best friends, but Hazel isn't Bianca. I don't love one more than the other, I don't choose favorites, but I love them both for different reasons. I would feel more secure around Bianca. Hell, I would be so much happier around Bianca at any given time. She is my best friend. Or, she was my best friend.

I have Hazel and Jason now, but they aren't family in the same way that Bianca was. I care about them both a lot, but I can't show it in the right ways. I want to, but I can't. It's like I don't know how, and sometimes I don't want to. But that is mostly around Jason. I am fine around Hazel.

But, maybe today I'll change my mind. If Jason can. Though I don't think he can. He isn't that good.

No one looks up when Jason and I enter the room. Except for Hazel, of course, who grins. She stands up.

"I'm so glad Jason convinced you to come!" She says, excitedly.

"Yeah," I say. I'm a little annoyed that she just assumed Jason is the only reason I came here, but I'm not going to argue with her. She's right. "So, how do we do this?"

Jason gestures me to the chair next to him. I hesitantly sit down beside him, and watch him paint an egg. He paints about three in a row in six minutes. I look at Annabeth and Percy. They both have a lot of eggs. Hazel has many. Leo also has a lot. It's pretty nice. I guess I can do this.

Jason hands me an egg. I can it, with my finger tips, my fingers briefly and gently brushing Jason's. For some reason, I shiver a little, nervously. I brush it off, and begin to paint it. I paint it red, yellow and purple. It looks awful, when the purple and yellow mixes. I sigh, my eyes narrowing. Jason takes it from me.

"I love it," He says, with a grin. "Can I have it?"

"Sure."

"Thanks!" He says. He hands me another egg. "It gets better with every egg you paint." I nod, taking another one from him. No one pays attention to us, which I'm thankful for. This is embarrassing.

I focus on the egg, taking the orange and the purple, painting half of it purple and half orange.

"It looks like Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter," Percy says, pointing at it.

"It does!" Jason says, enthusiastically. "Can I also have this one?"

"No." I say, handing it to Hazel. Hazel grins.

"Thank you!"

"What?" Jason asks, almost sadly.

"I wanted to make one for her."

Hazel hands me the latest of her eggs. It's extremely pretty.

"Thanks."

She nods. I put it beside me, and continue. We paint for a long time. Jason makes jokes every once in awhile. We paint until the sky goes dark. I feel tired. Some of the crew has gone to bed. Jason's hip is warm. I move closer to him, feeling extremely sleepy. I drop the last egg that I was painting on the table. It's just me, Hazel, Leo and Jason at the table at this point. Leo falls asleep on Hazel. Hazel gawks at him.

"He's doing it on purpose," Jason says. Hazel laughs, nodding.

"Well, it looks like another sleeping beauty is falling, as well," Hazel says, jokingly, pointing at me.

"Yeah," Jason agrees.

AN. I know it isn't as Jasico as I wish it would be, but still! This one was so cute. It made me feel all fuzzy and warm inside.

Also, if you don't ship Lazel, just think this is a complete joke! I will also stop hinting at Lazel in all of these. I need to stop, I realize. I shouldn't have any other reasons to have people to hate these stories...

Anyway, oh my gosh! 60 reviews in four chapters? I think I could cry. I seriously love all of you! Well, the supportive ones. You have helped my self esteem so much. It isn't everyday that I can come back to stories like these, but all of you have convinced me.

I know this isn't my best one-shot. It's short, and sort of boring in my opinion, but hey! I am trying very hard. I also just need a new Holiday to write...

I love all of you so much!
Coffee.