What Happens Under the Mistletoe

Chapter 5: I Love a Latino Santa Elf

Reyna was in a massive crisis. Her heart, which everyone thought was ice-cold, was torn between two boys. Jason Grace was everything that she should want in a boy, handsome, tall, strong, brave, a brilliant fighter and leader and so much more. But, ever since he'd been kidnapped and had his memories wiped, he'd been a different person, more Greek, always hanging around with that Piper. She thought that this was just a ruse at first, to show how much she was willing to go for him. That was shattered when she heard the new gossip around the two camps.

Jason Grace and Piper McLean are dating, she recalls that slut Drew saying to her, an evil gleam in her eye as she delivered the deathblow to hers and Jason's love. She'd cried herself out over him, how dare he fall for someone else! It lasted a few days, when she cried nonstop, refusing to come out at all, even for meals. The only person that gave a proper damn was Leo Valdez.

Reyna thought that Leo was an immature, dirty minded, little stain on the world when she first met him. She still thought he was immature and dirty minded, but not a stain on the world. He had looked after her, made sure she ate, kept her company, tried to cheer her up. He told her Jason felt terrible, as he knew that it was his fault that she was depressed, and didn't know why. She smiled at that, it was pure Jason. He had no idea of what had happened between them, but had blamed her depression on himself. But he hadn't helped her through it, not one bit. Too busy making out with his girlfriend.

She wasn't too sure when she felt the way she did towards Leo, but she did. She's screamed, cursed, done everything in the book to try and not, but she does. Aphrodite must really have it in for her. As much as she doesn't want to, Reyna admits to herself, I love a Latino Santa elf.

All of these thoughts whirlwind around her head as she trudges through the thick winter snow. It's almost up to her knees, so she had to abandon her trademark Roman toga and sandals in favour of a pair of skiing salupettes and combat boots. She keeps the purple Camp Jupiter t-shirt on though. As she comes around the corner, Leo practically walks into her. They both halt suddenly, Leo having to look up slightly, due to his diminutive stature.

"Um, hi." He says awkwardly. He's praying inside, to every god out there, don't look up, don't look up, oh please don't look up.

"Hi Leo, you okay?" Reyna asks, unusually cheery. All she wants to do is kiss him and hold him and, she has to get these inappropriate thoughts out of her head. She looks up, and tries to clear her head.

That's when she spot's the mistletoe. And that's when a plan comes together in her mind. Leo is terrified now; Reyna doesn't like kissing boys, at least, not to his knowledge. All that changes when she slams her lips into his, hands around his waist, kissing him passionately. He's too stunned to move at first, his brain turning into a tornado of thoughts. Then he kisses her back, his hands moving to her waist on their own accord. He pushes her against the wall they are standing near, pressing his body against hers. They broke the kiss only to breathe, both of them having little experience in this.

Suddenly, Reyna bursts out laughing, and Leo joins in, before kissing her again. Reyna's eyes glint, and she half drags, half leads Leo to her tent, just on Camp Half Bloods border as she stays here. As Leo closes the flap behind him, Reyna thinks to herself, yes, I love a Latino Santa elf, and he loves me.

Crouched behind a tree, around a quarter of a mile away from the pair of new lovers, is a boy, with blond hair and electric blue eyes. He watches them with a pair of binoculars, silently thanking every god out there. Yes, he had hurt Reyna, but he had also, without her knowing healed her. He planted the mistletoe there, knowing that they would accidentally meet there. He had suggested to Leo to check up on Reyna when she was down. Aphrodite would be proud to call him a son-in-law one day, hopefully. Jason Grace lowers the binoculars, letting the new lovebirds enjoy tonight privately, and whispers to himself,

"Operation Lover Elf is successful. Hu-ra!"

Authors note: Finally got around to this, been taking ages. I know it's long, but I wanted a back story to this as well. A huge shout out to all those who have read this, and either reviewed, favourited it or followed this. It means a lot to me to have 31 reviews, 11 favourites and 20 follows after 4 chapters! So, as usual, feel free to request, but please don't blitzkrieg me with them as I can't do them all (1 sec as I go and cry in a corner), for the good of destitute demigods, please review, and that's that folks! Bradykins out.

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