Me: Reviews were happy-inspiring again.

Recently found this really creepy-but-awesome poem thing. I'm going to love incorperating it into a drabble after this mini-series...

This is: Food

^- - is something totally random out of context. ^_^

All Human.

Silena, Beckendorf

I don't own PJO

Summary preview: Who would have thought it started with food?

"Is anyone else sitting here?"

I looked up from my iPod long enough to see a really cute, kind of buff, and interested looking guy standing awkwardly off to the side of my table. A quick glance around the food court showed that there was no where else available.

I paused my game and gave him a dazzling smile. "Of course not."

He gave me a grateful smile.

Cue awkward silence.

"So... I'm Silena"

He kind of started as though I had surprised him. But what looked like a quick, automatic grin passed over his face as he said "Beckendorf"

I nodded.

"So do you come here a lot?"

I laughed.

"I've known you for two months, and I still don't know your real name."

Beckendorf looked offended. "Beckendorf is my real name."

I sighed. "You know what I mean. I don't know your first name."

"And I don't know your last." he countered.

"Okay. Fine then. Let the girl be the bigger person. My last name is Beauregard."

Beckendorf blinked, then sighed. "Nice to know, Silena Beauregard. My name is Charles Beckendorf."

I grinned in success. "We're going to be epic friends, Charlie. I can tell."

Beckendorf groaned.

"Hey" Beckendorf pointed at me with a sly grin. "Food can be an emotion too. A primitive one, but an emotion none the less."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Oh really?" I questioned then grinned and dramatically clutched my heart. "Oh God, I'm feeling so food-like today! And look at him! He looks like he is in a total food mood. Are you feeling foody today?"

Beckendorf looked bemused. "I do believe that is the most dorkish I have ever seen you act."

I winked. "Then you obviously haven't been around me much."

"Then we'll just have to fix that, won't we?"

The butterflies in my stomach started up again even as I said, "Totally."

"And so then, I was, like, attempting to explain to my father why it would be negative on my health if I went to camp, and you know what he did? He laughed at me and made me go anyways. I was eaten alive by bugs that summer. Seriously, I was like their food source. But, I did learn the leason of compassion that year, so I suppose it was worth it. Probably."

Beckendorf leaned against the table's chair that we still met at even half a year later.

"Compassion verses having mosquitoes suck your blood... Compassion is used more often, and your blood does come back... Still, I hate the stupid things."

I patted his arm in understanding. "I fully sympathize."

I notice the blush that spread across his face at my touch, but didn't say anything.

I really didn't want him to end up being another brush-off ex-boyfriend.

I jumped up on my kitchen counter and smirked as Beckendorf awkwardly stood off to the side of the room.

"My dad isn't going to randomly burst through the kitchen door and start accusing you of things, you know. He did let you in the house after all."

Beckendorf's glare easily told me that he didn't believe me.

"Look, calm down and get me pudding. Or jello. I don't care which."

"Do I even want to ask?"

I huffed. "So I'm sixteen and still an addict to pudding and jello cups. Sue me."

Beckendorf laughed, and the tension ran out of his shoulders. "I'll get right on that lawcase."

I threw a towel at him. "Just get me the food, loser."

"Certainly, complainer."

"Better than being a nerd."

"Anything is better then being a prep."

"Je-" I caught my breath. During this entire exchange I had warily noticed that Beckendorf had been slowly moving closer. Now he was right in front of me.

"What was that?" he asked, a small smirk on his lips.

"Jerk." I whispered.

Beckendorf laughed. "That's what I thought."

And then he kissed me.

So I kissed him back.

"Beckendorf, did you by any chance-" Dad asked walking into the kitchen.

We quickly broke apart and I giggled a little at the scene. Accusing father, walking through the kitchen doors.

"'Cause that isn't ironic." Beckendorf muttered. I giggled louder.

"You know, I have the desire to kiss you senseless right now."

Beckendorf smirked. "I could say the same."

Because that is just what happens when a couple see each other in fabulous clothing during Prom night.

I took his arm as we walked out, got on his motorcycle, and waved to my concerned-looking father as we sped away.

"Shopping? You are seriously taking me shopping?"

"Hey," I said, getting slightly defensive. "I sat with you through three hours of a repair shop tour. You can handle watching me dress up in stylish things."

"When you put it that way..." Beckendorf teased.

I rolled my eyes and swatted his arm even as he gathered me into his arms. "Boys. You're all closet pervs."

I looked up at Beckendorf's face and saw an amused expression on it as he stared down at me.

I took a deep breath and plastered a grin. "Guess what?"

"What?" he asked, playing along.

"I think that I love you."

Shock filtered through his eyes and a hesitant smile crossed his face. "Really?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

Charlie let out a relieved laugh. "Thank God. I had been planning on you noticing the note on the mirror from me that said the same thing for the last half-hour."

My eyes widened, and I jumped off the couch and ran to the living room mirror, where sure enough, a pink stick-it note was attached.

I love you.

- Beckendorf

I grinned stupidly and walked back, wrapping my arms around him.

"Just be happy my dad didn't find this first." I teased.

Beckendorf's expression changed to one of horror. "Oh the awkwardness that would have occurred..."

I leaned down and whispered, "Just so you know, I love you too."

"You know, it's fun to be a normal teenager. I know that those tragic heroes says that it's boring and why should they be normal when they can be a bad boy, but what do they know? They live in books!" I mused, just a little too loudly.

Someone had certainly spike my punch during the graduation party.

At least Beckendorf looked stable. Mostly.

Though the guyish giggling was kind of creepy, it was cute too. And when he was all blurred I could at least pretend that he wasn't as wasted as I was.

I leaned over to give him a quick kiss.

I ended up throwing up on his lap.

"Our apartment isn't that big, and even though our colleges aren't that far apart, there is the issue that we do go to separate places. So we have the gas bill, the rent bill, and all those others that we just can't afford. So Charlie was going to quit, and let me be a fashion designer, but who knows how long that would take, so instead I quit college first. He can become a mechanic a lot faster then I can become a known designer, and I can take a side job now and still drop him off at college on the way there. Everything is going to work out." I explained, holding my cell phone in one hand, a newspaper in the other.

"Silena, you shouldn't have to-"

"Just because I shouldn't, doesn't mean that I won't, Dad. It's either this, or Beckendorf living on the streets, because he doesn't have time for college, his practical studies, and a part-time job. So I take the part-time job, he gets his degree, and I go to college later on. The bills get paid, and everyone is happy."

My dad sighed in that disapproving way, but he knew that I was set on this. "Then I wish you the best, sweetie."

"Thank you. Now, you have to tell me what you have been doing now that it's only you at home."

"I'll call you, okay?" I promised. Beckendorf gave me a soft smile.

"I'll be fine. I'll call you when the boat docks. And then when I get back from this miniature student trip, I'll take you out to eat somewhere."

A quick kiss, and he was out the door.

"Bye." I whispered at the already closed door.

"Will you marry me?"

I looked down at the proposing Beckendorf, and saw just how vulnerable he felt asking me this question in a very public place, with a whole lot of people watching us, waiting for my answer.

I genitally took the ring from him and gave him a soft smile. "Of course, Charlie."

A sigh of relief, and then the observers applauded.

I sat back down at my seat, but ignored my food for the rest of the night, just content to discuss things with Beckendorf.

"Now, I swear to God Silena, that if you get food on your dress, I will never forgive you." my maid of honor, Clarisse told me, appraising my over-all look.

The door behind me opened and the dark figure in a tux walked in.

"You know, they say it's horrible luck to see the bride before the wedding." I mused, looking over my hairstyle.

My bridesmaids quickly scurried out of the room, giggling. Clarisse sent Beckendorf a mock-glare before closing the door behind her.

"If I cared, would I be here?" Beckendorf asked, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Probably not, but you never know." I peered up at him. "So? What do you want?"

"Can I not visit my fiance?"

"Not when I was getting ready to walk down that silver carpet and say my vows."

"You wound me. No seriously, I just..." he trailed off, suddenly looking uncertain.

I relaxed, and looked him in the eye. "Needed reassurance that this is the right thing to do?" I questioned.

A quick, almost shameful nod.

"It's okay. That's why I called you at four this morning."

Beckendorf laughed and I suddenly realized that I couldn't call him Beckendorf in my mind anymore.

Because in just a few minutes, I would be Beckendorf. Silena and Charles Beckendorf.

I blinked, and was brought out of my thoughts as I heard footsteps coming this way.

"Go, go, go!" I whisper-giggled as I hid Be- Charlie in a closet.

My dad opened the door and smiled when he saw me. "You look so much like your mother right now." he told me walking in. I saw Charlie sneak past behind him and out the door.

"Really?" I asked, looking over at a mirror.

Blonde hair, piled up in an elaborate up-do that was really just a fancy pony-tail, two curls hanging down, and my dress.

Bikini strings around my neck, a soft fabric that reached my waist before flaring out to a medium width. Silver patterns were everywhere, and the veil was lined in silver.

My blue and silver chandelier earring, my borrowed sterling silver bracelet, my aunts necklace, and my new shoes.

"Yes. Are.. are you ready?" he asked, holding out his arm.

I looked at it for a moment then nodded.

"Then let's go." he said, and together we walked out to meet the crowd of people.

"I love you." he told me, after we had driven away in our 'Just-Married' car.

I leaned against him and closed my eyes.

"I love you too."

Me: I tried to throw food in there as much as I could without being ridiculous. Not sure if I succeeded, but it was there at the more important scenes.

After all, the entire thing started with them meeting at a food court in the mall. ;)

Next Chapter: Pain

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~ Anna/ Booklover98