[3] 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 ― p.jackson, l.valdez

004.

「004. barbie has a spice-tolerance」

BARBIE BELIEVED that the gods were making a mockery of her. which was to say- they finally brought her happiness whilst she was in literal hell. so, to the gods, goddesses, deities (and everything in between), barbie would personally like to say fuck you and wishes they get a papercut on their tongue and hopes they get rammed in the head with a mace. so yes- barbie was mad. but was she going to worry about that right now? no.

she'd just crawled out of the literal river of misery with her boyfriend, of course she wasn't. no- she was far too giddy with the idea that her boyfriend remembered her. it was such an exciting idea after weeks of awkward glances, her heart going wild and constantly having to remind herself that percy didn't remember her- so no, she couldn't just randomly kiss his cheek and expect him to be ok. at the time, he might have sort of liked her- but he didn't remember her. and somehow, that was more bittersweet.

and after the kiss- oh sweet aphrodite, she knew he remembered her. he held onto her hand tightly, squinting at the dark red around them, muttering with disgust as he coughed, "this place smells like my ex-stepfather."

"stinky," muttered barbie, "rotten eggs. seriously, not something more pleasing?"

"this is the place where monsters die- the big and scary mean ones. total assholes," annabeth said, raising a brow at her, "did you expect it to smell like roses and daisies?"

"...no," pouted barbie as percy kissed the top of her head, "but i sure as hell didn't expect this fucking tragedy."

"i missed that," percy randomly said.

"missed what?"

"remembering how weird you are."

"oh you fucking douche," she huffed, "why am i love with you again?"

"no idea," he grinned, shrugging. he turned to annabeth, wiping away what looked to beblack shards of glass from his hand. he looked pained, definitely hurting (physically) and they all looked ruffed up, but he was smiling- glowing as he stood next to her. the gods really knew when to choose the romantic happy moments, didn't they?

barbie looked around, frowning. she hadn't bought anything with her, no bag, no nothing. when she looked to her wrist, her bracelet version of heartless was still there- so good sign. but she felt... weak? she knew the fall from tartarus and the whole swimming in misery thing might've been a reason. but somehow she didn't think it was that.

"we should keep moving," annabeth spoke, a worrying tone in her voice as she added, "we're gonna get hypothermia if we don't."

"of all the days," chattered barbie, "i just had to choose a fucking dress that is for summer, hm? worst fucking fashion choice ever."

percy hummed, his body shaking from the cold as he squeezed her hand, "if your lips ever get cold-"

"finish that sentence and i'll hit you, water boy," barbie spoke, "we might be dating- but you are on time out for a bit. cocky shit jumping after me. nu-uh. and anyways.... i'll try see if i can get some ambrosia for us. i'm sure jerald will be up for it...."

"thank goodness," annabeth smiled, "with jerald... i think the trip to the doors of death will be pretty easy.

"i'm sure i gave jerald some ambrosia and nectar to store," mumbled barbie, focusing hard as she tried to imagine herself grabbing them. ambrosia and nectar. that was what she needed. she squeezed her eyes shut, before she snapped her fingers and pushed out her hands. she opened them.