"And that, is why you should never eat the cafeteria food," Paul said, laughing at his school-food horror story.
His co-workers laughed, all having experiences with the close-to-toxic school-food.
It was the October "teachers of Goode" dinner, and it was Paul's turn to host. Sally had spent all day tidying up the apartment and cooking what was proving to be, an excellent meal.
Sure, it was slightly awkward, but all school dinners were. The awkward-turtle worthy silence was interrupted, by an exasperated sigh, coming from the hallway.
"Oh my gods, Percy! How many times do I have to say 'no'?"
"But why not?"
Annabeth Chase stormed into the room, donning her prep-school's uniform. Her hair was up in it's usual ponytail, and her eyes were a dark, stormy gray.
Not noticing the crowded dining room, Percy walked in, a pout on his face.
"C'mon Wise Girl! Everybody goes to the Fall Dance!"
"Oh, darn. Can't disappoint everybody, can we?" She asked, sarcasm obvious in her voice.
Percy, however didn't realize the sarcasm, and grinned, "So you'll go?"
"No! I don't do dances. You know that. I don't even own dress."
"You know I don't care what you wear! We can be that couple that just goes in blue jeans."
The demigods were still unaware of their audience, until Sally let out a small, Dolores Umbridge-like cough.
Annabeth's head swiveled around, "Oh," she said, her cheeks turning a dark red.
Percy's face turned the same color, at the sight of his teachers.
"Um... Hi. How's everyone doing?"
Annabeth slapped him on the arm, "Seaweed Brain!"
He shrugged, "Who cares? They've already seen us fighting. Uh, this is my girlfriend, Annabeth," he said, addressing the adults.
Most of the adults chuckled, "Hello, Annabeth, Percy."
Percy grinned, and attempted to snake an arm around Annabeth's waist, who slapped it away, and stormed off.
"Still not going!"
A/N: So... this is the shortest thing ever. I apologize.
But this week has been pure hell, and it took lots of coaxing to get onto LibreOffice and actually write something other than so-fluffy-you'll-need-a-dentist-appointment Klaine fluff. What can I say? Those boys make me happy.
This week was awful, and quite frankly, you guys are lucky to have gotten anything at all. (Wow, that sounds mean... Sorry.)
Ideas would be lovely. (As would some fluffy Klaine [Glee, Kurt/Blaine] and Percabeth fic recs.)
Remember, 400th reviewer gets a one-shot!
Love you guys,
Emily
