This was a weird idea for a collection of little one-shots based off clumsiness, which I am a master at. *-_-* Ha-ha, anyway, this chapter will be my original pairing, Thalico. I have returned. I have a question; I have gotten into a little T.V. show you may know. It's called Glee. So, how would you guys feel if I maybe did something for that? It would be delayed, seeing as I can't do ANYTHING anymore. For Terrible Two's, I have no idea where to start. I know where, I just can't seem to put it into words. -_- I'm so ashamed.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Percy Jackson or anything that belongs to someone that isn't named Skylar.
Third Person
The bitter cold wind blew in from outside as Thalia rushed through the door. Seeing as Nico was no where to be seen, she swore under her breath. Her cheeks and nose were red from the cold as she removed her scarf, hat, and jacket, but as she removed the gloves from her hands, arms wrapped around her waist and Nico muttered, "Heard that," into her hair.
"That's not very fair." She pouted and pulled away from him. "You always swear but whenever I do, you get pissed."
He walked after her slowly, making sure she heard him even if she didn't want to.
"It's hard to see bad things come from such beautiful lips." He said in a low voice. He didn't know if her cheeks were red from the cold or if she were blushing. He chose the latter and hugged her from behind again.
He eventually let go, walking into their kitchen and grabbing the glasses of hot chocolate from the counter where he left it to cool down. And as he reached to grab his notebook from the counter, the hot liquid became unbalanced and a little spilled on his hand, causing him to yelp and the cups spill out entirely over his arms and chest.
Thalia heard glass break coming from the kitchen and Nico yelling and yelping in pain. She got up quickly and went to find Nico surrounded by broken glass with his shirt off and his olive skin covered with red marks and his shirt soaking wet and discarded on the counter.
She smiled at him and muttered, "Clumsy ass…" before walking over to him, careful not to step on the glass, and grabbed a towel and soaked it with cold water before turning around to see his glare. She laughed again and made her point by pressing up onto his burns.
"Shit, that hurts and you know it!" he accused.
"I know no such thing." She smiled and began to clean everything up.
IT'S SO FLUFFY! Ha-ha, so anyways, the thing about Nico not liking her swear is something Nathan told me when I first met him. (If you don't know who he is, he's my boyfriend of six months.) If you read that last part, yes, we made it half a year without dying or killing each other, but it was hard. People jealous, people trying to break us up (several times I might add), dishonesty, truth, and a lot more. So… Anyway, just tell me what you though and I might continue with multiple pairings.