Valentine's Day: Kids Addition

I have no words, except I'm sorry. I've been away, and I've neglected my stories and I swear, I didn't mean to. Time just really got away from me. So, as a gift to all of you, I'm going to try to make this chapter as long as I can.

Although I have read BoO, since I had an original cast, and planned out all of their children, we'll have to keep the couples for now.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I only own the kids of the fabulous PJO couples.


Annabelle's P.O.V.

I sat in class, restlessly tapping my leg. I was anxious for this afternoon's Valentine's Day party. Earlier, I had found a note in my backpack. Of course, with my dyslexia, it took a few minutes to actually figure out what it meant, but when I did, I was shocked.

Dear Annabelle

I know I said you smell

I know I said I might

Kick you off your bike

But I want you to be mine

So please,

Be my Valentine.

Despite the cheesy message and the lack of punctuation, I still found the letter sweet. The only problem was, I didn't know who it came from. None of the boys in my class gave any hints that they wrote it, nor did they treat me different. It was becoming really frustrating.

"Hey, Annie! Why do you look like that?" my mortal friend, Sarah, asked, her mouth stuffed with the mystery meat the school served.

"I'm just really excited for the Valentine's Day party," I said, then wrinkled my nose, "How do you eat that stuff, Sarah? It could be someone's dog, for all you know."

"Hey! I don't have time to pack a lunch in the morning. It's either this, or go hungry," Sarah defended.

I rolled my eyes.

"I don't think you can starve from not eating lunch, Sarah."

She grinned at me, before taking another gigantic bite out of the meat. The sight made me queasy, so I pulled out an apple from my lunch bag. Inside, I found another note.

I love your curly black hair

And your pretty green eyes

I love your chipped fingernails

Can you wait for the surprise?

I groaned. Not because of the corniness, but because the suspense was killing me. Sarah must have heard me, because she turned to stare at me quizzically.

"Is the sight of my lunch meat really making you that sick, Annie? Because if so –" she started to say, but I shoved the note in her face. She snatched it away and read it eagerly. When she finished, she dropped it into her stupid dog meat. Ew. I don't think I wanted that note back.

"Oh my gosh!" Sarah squealed. I covered my ears. Sometimes she reminded me of the Aphrodite girls.

"Hush! I don't know what to do. I can't figure out who it is, and it's killing me. Sarah, give me advice! What do I do?" I practically shouted, shaking my friend roughly.

"Whoa! Calm down girly. There's only one thing to do. Wait." Sarah said, extracting my arms from her shoulders. I looked at her, deflating.

"I have to wait? Sarah, you know how bad I am at waiting. I have ADHD, for gods sake. This is going to be the longest wait of my life," I said dramatically, throwing my head down into my hands. I felt Sarah chuckle.

"You're reminding me a lot of Carmen Tanaka."

I had to laugh at that one. Sarah didn't even know half of it. My friend Carmen was in the grade level above me, and was one of the biggest drama queens I had ever met. She only showed part of her theatrical side at school. When she was over to my house, or at camp, she was 100 times worse. She constantly threw herself onto the floor, yelled and screamed and talked about how life wasn't fair. She only got away with it because nothing less was expected of the daughter of two of the most dramatic half-bloods ever.

"Okay, kids! Lunch is over. Please make your way back to your classrooms!" the lunch monitor yelled. Everyone groaned, clearly upset about having to endure another hour of class before the school wide Valentine's Party.

"Come on, Sarah. Let's get this hour over with already." I tugged Sarah back into our fourth grade classroom, and practically pushed her into the seat.

"Chill out, Annabelle. Jeez, it's not like your stalker – I mean, admirer – is going anywhere." Deciding to ignore her comment, I turned eagerly toward the board, only to see that the teacher had gotten up to go to the bathroom.

Oh my gosh, I thought exasperatedly, this is going to go by painfully slow.


Finally! I pop up out of my seat and run to the playground, where some of the younger grades have already gathered. I see my younger sister, Zoë and her friends, but I don't have time to stop and chat. Only when I reach the field do I stop.

How could you be so stupid, Annabelle? Every grade level will be here after school. How will we know who to look for?

I trudged over to a nearby tree and plopped down dejectedly. I slumped over and sighed. Had I seriously thought that I would go outside and the culprit would point themselves out to me? I stood up, ready to go find Sarah. I shoved my hand into my hoodie pocket, and was shocked when I felt a piece of paper. I pulled it out and read slowly.

You're almost there,

Do not despair.

Go to the place

Filled with air.

I stared at the note, wondering what that was supposed to mean. The place filled with air? What was that supposed to mean. I sat down and thought about it. Where was a place that had lots of air?

"What are you doing, Annabelle?" I heard a voice from behind me. I turned to see Carmen, looking at me questionably.

"I'm thinking, Carmen."

"About what? It must be pretty stressful, because you're frowning a lot. You know, my mom says that frowning is the main cause of wrinkles."

"Helpful. But I'm thinking about where something might be."

"Something? Can you explain?" Carmen placed her hand on her nonexistent hip and raised her eyebrows at me.

"Where's a place filled with air?" I asked, ignoring her question.

"Uh… Well, there's the Valentine's bounce house, but no one goes there."

I lit up. I hopped up and ran off, calling out a thanks to Carmen.

"No problem?" She called, clearly confused.

I sprinted to the back of the schoolhouse, where a giant red and pink bounce house sat dejectedly. I ran over to it, and saw a lone figure sitting inside. I kicked off my shoes and climbed in. The person had their back turned to me.

"Hey! It's me! You know, Annabelle?" I said impatiently.

"I know. I was waiting for you. I didn't think you'd figure it out. She told me you would, though," the person said, not moving.

"What? Who told you I would?"

"Your friend Sarah. Didn't you know that she was helping me? Wow, she is a good secret keeper." They said, and I could hear the smile on their lips.

I was getting really angry. First, because this person wouldn't tell me who they were. Second, they were treating it like it was one big game. And third, because my best friend had kept me waiting, knowing that it was driving me insane.

"Look here, I don't know who you think you are, but you better start talking, or I'm leaving!" It wasn't the best threat, but if they had gone through all that trouble to get me here, I'm sure that they would at least want me to stay.

"What? No! I mean, no. You should stay. We can talk. We have a lot of things in common, of course."

I scoffed. I bet they were bluffing.

"Look, who are you and what do you want? I don't have time for this!" Truthfully, I had nothing better to do, but I wouldn't let them know that.

They sighed and turned around. Since they were half hidden in the shadows, all I could make out was a wisp of strawberry blonde hair and pale skin. I gasped.

"Marcus?" I asked.

He stepped out the shadows to where I could clearly see him. He was wearing a jacket that was two sizes too big and a loose pair of jeans. His curly strawberry blonde hair fell partially into his face, and it contrasted nicely with his pale skin.

"Hey," he said weakly. I stood there in shock. There was Marcus Cunnings, the boy who had teased me since kindergarten. I had been lucky enough not to have him in my class this year, but that didn't stop him from finding some way to make me feel miserable. Whether it was getting all the boys in my class to call me 'Anna-fail' or putting fake spiders in my backpack, he never stopped. My older sister Mi'Kayla told me that he probably liked me, but I waved her away. Now, I wasn't so sure.

"What – What is this?" I asked, slowly coming out of my daze.

"I wanted you to be my Valentine," he shrugged.

I felt anger build up in me that I didn't know was there. I guess it was years of pent up anger and frustration. I never knew what I did to him, but he loved to torment me, and it was pretty annoying. I clenched my fist, and walked up to him. I shoved him into the wall, and held him there.

"What. Do. You. Want with me? All you ever do is torture me and humiliate me. Now you want me to believe that you like me? What game are you playing, Cunnings?" I growled, standing over him. For the first time, I didn't see the taunting smirk that he always wore. Instead, I saw fear and sadness. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out another piece of paper. He held it out.

"Here. Read this." I snatched the paper away and began slowly deciphering it, trying to make it look like I was seriously considering an option.

I know I tease you

And push you down

I am the cause of your frown.

I make you sad,

I make you cry,

But now I'm here to tell you why.

It's because I love your style,

Your hair, your eyes, your perfect smile.

I love the way you look at life.

Now, the only thing to say,

Will you be my Valentine today?

I stood there for a minute, trying to decide whether or not it was true. After another minute or so of thinking, I decided to just trust it. Nothing worse could possibly happen. He's already humiliated me in every way imaginable.

I sat down in front of him. He visibly relaxed, and a small smile played on his face, but it didn't really reach his eyes.

"So… If you like me, why do you treat me…?" I asked, genuinely curious. He sighed.

"I don't know. I heard from my brother that he did that in elementary school to a girl he liked. I didn't know what else to do," he said, running his hand through his hair.

"Well, word to the wise: It doesn't work. Try being nice. It'll get you places quicker," I said, not unkindly. He smiled, a real smile for once.

"So... If I'm nice to you, can we be friends?" Marcus asked shyly. I smiled.

"Friends," I held my hand out and we shook. I knew this was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.


Crappy ending, I know. I had no way to end it, so… Sorry. Is this chapter long enough, guys? Anyway, review, favorite, follow and all of that stuff! And yes, my username changed. It might change again.