Grephia

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO

Sophia's POV

Today is the first day of winter break. Greg and I are going ice skating. We asked Ashley if she wanted to join us, but she told us she had other plans. Once I was alone with Ashley, she told me that she was going to try to get another boy's attention that she really likes.

So now I was at the lake in the nearby park that always froze this time of year. Just as I took my shoes off to put my skates on, Greg sat down beside me to do the same. He smiled at me once he was sitting and I returned the smile. I hoped that his smile was really suggesting something more than friendship like it was in my imagination.

Do I like Greg? I won't deny it; I really, really, like him. He's been such a good friend lately! He's always giving me support when I need it, laughing at all my jokes even when I know that they aren't funny, and he actually listens when I talk to him. Most guys just zone out into their own world of sports, cars, and girls when a girl is trying to have a serious conversation with them. But not Greg.

Once my skates, were on, I stood up, waiting for Greg to put his on. He finally got them on, stood up, and we got onto the ice. I've always been a good skater. Anything that has anything to do with I'm good at. But I can't speak for everyone. As we stepped onto the ice, Greg looked nervous. I wonder, when is the last time he went ice skating?

"I'm not a good skater," he confessed.

"At least try; there's no harm in that!" I encouraged.

"Okay," he said. And with that we started to skate around the edge of the lake. I was having so much fun! I laughed as I glided along the ice and did a little spin. I loved how the wind played on my cheeks, making my hair dance.

On our second lap around, Greg fell. I skated over to him and held out my hand for him to take. He did, and used me as an anchor to pull him up. We were off again. But, on our seventh lap around, Greg fell again. I was next to him this time, so all I had to do was give him my hand again. Once he was up, I didn't let his hand go.

He looked at me with a confused expression. I explained, "I'm holding your hand so you won't fall anymore. I know it hurts; before I got my balance, I fell all the time."

So, we skated around the lake holding hands. It felt weird and good at the same time. It was weird because anyone who doesn't know us as just friends would think we were a couple. It felt good because I really like him. I hoped people thought we were a couple, because that's what I secretly want us to be. A girl can only dream, though.

We did this for what seemed like hours, laughing and enjoying each other's company. Greg noticeably got better at ice skating; he didn't lag behind as I pulled him along anymore. But I didn't let go of his hand, and he didn't let go of mine. That was, at least, until we decided to have a race.

I zoomed across the ice, with Greg not far behind. I won, naturally, but he came really close for someone who had fallen on his butt twice today already, "You did really well," I congratulated.

"You're a great teacher," he said.

"But I didn't teach you anything," I responded, confused.

"But you didn't let go of my hand, making me go faster," he countered.

"Whatever you say," I gave up.

"Come on, we should be getting home," Greg said.

"Okay." And with that we were getting off the ice to put our normal shoes back on.

The second after I slipped my second shoe back on, Greg called my name softly from beside me, "Sophia?" I loved the way his voice said my name.

I looked up from my feet to look at his face. I saw something different in his eyes, something I hadn't seen before. Was it an extra twinkle? Maybe a different way he moved his eyebrows into a new expression? Maybe it was both?

I also noticed that he was closer to me than he had been before. I noticed this just before he started to arch his head towards mine. I held my breath as Greg, the boy I liked so much, leaned in to kiss me. Was I dreaming? This is too good to be real! I couldn't believe that the boy I liked felt this way towards me, enough to kiss me.

And right before his lips met mine, the moment was ruined, "Gre- eg! Oh Greggie!" I knew that annoying voice. Anyone would. It belonged to Jolene Adams, the most popular and beautiful girl in school. Every boy I knew fell for her flaming locks of auburn hair, her green eyes, and ivory skin. My problem: she had a crush on Greg too.

But I guess not every boy I know likes her, because Greg growled, "Jolene? What do you want?"

Jolene looked surprised that someone actually didn't like her, "I'm hurt Greg. Hurt right in the heart. No one has ever spoken to me like that," she pouted, "Now, back to you and me. If you want to kiss a girl, kiss me. I'm much better than a weird little disabled girl."

"For your information, I happen to have the same disabilities," Greg defended.

For a moment, Jolene didn't know what to say, "But you and I are so much alike! We both have good looks. I'm hot, and she is so…not."

"I personally don't find arrogant and self-absorbed attractive," Greg said. Jolene's mouth dropped open in surprise, along with mine. But Greg wasn't finished, "What I do find attractive is caring, humble, smart, and funny," he said as he turned his attention back to me. I was too surprised for words. Jolene was too.

I felt my face get hot, so I looked everywhere but at Greg and Jolene. I saw a familiar-looking gorgeous woman watching the three of us with a hand over her heart and another over her mouth. I thought about when I had seen her before. When did I? Then I remembered the first day my parents started acting even weirder than normal. She was number ten.

I didn't like the fact that she was watching us, so I turned my attention back to Greg. He was glaring at Jolene. Then she turned on her heel and started to stomp away. Then she stopped in her tracks, turned back to us, and ran to Greg. I didn't know what she was going to do, but I had a feeling I wouldn't like it. Boy was I right!

She pressed her lips to Greg's and Greg pushed her away. Once he managed to do so, he clenched his teeth and fists with an angry expression on his face. He was muttering, "I will not hit a girl. I will not hit a girl," over and over again.

"Well I will!" I shouted. I came up to Jolene and smacked her across the face. She looked furious, and Greg started laughing. She raised her hand to hit me back, but I happen to have fast reflexes. I grabbed her wrist tight and told her, "Walk away."

Jolene's nostrils flared, bit she turned around and stomped away. I turned to face Greg and blushed, "Do you really mean what you said about me?"

It was Greg's turn to blush. He looked at his feet and said quietly, "You truly are caring, humble, smart and funny."

Then he kissed my cheek, and I blushed even harder, "I really, really like you Sophia."

"I – I feel the s – s – same way," I whispered. I didn't know what to do now, so I just hugged him tight.

"Well, aren't I lucky," he remarked, "A beautiful girl likes me." Just before he said that, my face finally turned back to its normal color. But his remark made me blush again.

Annabeth's POV

It was the weekend, and Percy and I were alone in the house. Sophia was ice skating with Greg and Hallie was at Stella's house with Tanya. Well at least we were alone. That is, until someone knocked on the door. Percy sighed and got up to answer it. Today was one of his lazy days, and he did not want to answer the door.

When Percy returned, Aphrodite was following him into the living room. She was beaming as if the best thing had just happened. Knowing her, it has to do with love, especially if her smile is that big. But why was she here? She should share her 'awesome' gossip with someone who cares.

"I love your family!" she squealed.

"Why?" Percy and I asked at the same time.

"First, it was you two that sparked my interest. But now, you're married, and everything is less dramatic. Besides, you're apart of Hera's domain now, and only partially in mine. Anyway, I needed another interesting couple. I was looking around the park near this building, and I saw your daughter Sophia racing Rachel and Tommy's son Greg. I knew that they were my new interest. Your family is so interesting!" Aphrodite squealed.

Percy looked angry, "Percy? Are you okay?" I asked my husband worriedly.

"Lady Aphrodite paid special attention to us, and now we are married! I just can't think about my sixteen-year-old daughter getting married now," he moaned.

"Oh don't worry! I'm not going to do anything extreme! I'll have my fun without ruining your lives," Aphrodite reassured.

Percy's POV

As a father, I care very much about my daughters. They're Daddy's little girls. Some people might tell me that it is just young love, nothing more. But young love is for elementary school kids. My Sophia is in high school! So what does Aphrodite's involvement say about Sophia and Greg?

Aphrodite has always had a special interest in true love. She especially enjoys finding a couple that is very young that has found true love. My little girl couldn't have found true love at sixteen, could she? I told myself that it wasn't possible, that she hadn't. But my heart wouldn't listen. It reminded my head that I had found true love at fifteen, and Sophia is a year older.

I spoke calmly to Aphrodite, "Before you left, what was the last thing you saw?"

Aphrodite thought, and then her smile grew wide. She remembered, "A popular girl, Jolene, was jealous of the attention Greg was giving Sophia, so she kissed him. Greg pushed her away, muttered something repeatedly, causing Sophia to shout 'Well I will'. That wasn't all though; she slapped Jolene across the face. Jolene lifted her hand to slap Sophia back, but Sophia caught her by the wrist and said something that made Jolene leave."

Annabeth was gawping at Aphrodite, and so was I. Sophia slapped someone? I can't believe it! Then Annabeth spoke to her, "Lady Aphrodite, do you mind showing us them now?"

"Not at all; I was just about to go home and do that anyway, so why not here? Your TV is big enough," she replied.

Aphrodite held her hands out towards the TV and said, "Sophia Jackson and Gregory Smith." The TV screen showed Sophia and Greg walking back to the building holding hands.

"What do you suppose happened?" Annabeth wondered. Then she turned to Aphrodite, "They didn't kiss while you watched them did they?" Percy stiffened next to me, waiting for an answer.

"No," she replied. Percy relaxed, "But they almost did. That was when Jolene interrupted. I would've known if they kissed after that. I set my compact mirror to vibrate when they kiss." She set her compact mirror? That is the strangest thing I've ever heard a person say.

I turned my attention back to the TV. They were in the elevator now, still holding hands. They were also having a conversation about the ice skating, "From falling twice to coming close to beating me in a race, you improved dramatically. It is a miracle," Sophia was saying.

Greg said, "Thanks for not giving up on me. If it weren't for you, I probably would've fallen ten more times."

"How many times to I have to tell you that it isn't my fault you improved, but your own?" Sophia asked.

"But it is your doing," Greg countered. He smiled, "Even though that means the same thing," Sophia rolled her eyes and playfully slapped him with the back of her hand.

Greg put his hand over the spot Sophia hit him and playfully said, "Ouch, that hurt!"

"Do you want me to make it better?" Sophia asked. Without waiting for an answer, she kissed the spot she hit him, "Does it hurt now?"

"No," he answered as he smiled. Then the elevator doors opened and Greg walked my daughter to our front door.

"Lady Aphrodite, turn it off before they see it!" Annabeth warned. Aphrodite did just that with a flick of her wrist.

Sophia's POV

Greg walked me to my front door. From the frozen lake to this point we had been holding hands. Now he had to let go of my hand to let me go inside my apartment. I reached for my key in my pocket, pulled it out, and moved it towards the lock. But I was stopped before I could put it in the keyhole.

Just before the key was in the lock, Greg gently put his hand on my wrist. I looked at him curiously. He explained, "At the park we didn't get to finish something."

My heart skipped a beat as he once again arched his head towards mine. This time, I reached for him. Slowly, his lips met my own. Greg kissed me. The boy I really, really liked kissed me! Of course, since I liked him so much, I kissed him back. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. I put my arms around his neck. When he pulled away, I put my pouting face on. He pecked my nose.

"Time to go inside," he whispered. I unlocked my apartment door.

Annabeth's POV

I heard a faint buzzing sound, and so did Percy and Aphrodite. Aphrodite grinned at the sound and reached inside her purse. She pulled out the source of the quiet buzzing: a compact mirror. The color drained from my face the same time Percy's turned red. Don't get me wrong; I was happy for my daughter. She had found someone special, and she was *mental gulp* kissing him.

"Percy, dear, don't get angry. Sophia is a smart girl; she won't do anything stupid or irresponsible," I reassured him.

"Well, it's a good thing she received your brains," Percy muttered through gritted teeth.

After the Titan War, I learned that camp had a name for Percy and I, and they called us this name even before we were boyfriend and girlfriend. They called us Percabeth, a mix between Percy and Annabeth. It could have been Annercy. What would Sophia and Greg be to the Camp Half-Blood kids of today, Sopheg or Grephia? I like the sound of Grephia better.