𝕱𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖞 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊 - a Leo Valdez slowburn

Chapter eight

Chapter eight.

[The tension, oop-]

"You know how I know every single person in the world 

always thinks of themselves first?

What would you wish for if you had three wishes?"

"Are you serious right now?"

Aiden turned his head to look at her, an eyebrow raised. "What is it?" Leah groaned. She squinted her eyes and rummaged through her bag again. "The tickets - do you have them?" she asked Aiden, still looking for them. He stopped in his tracks. "You lost our tickets? I trusted you with them, flower girl!" he said in exasperation, throwing their hands up in the air. "I know, I know, shush! I must've left them somewhere," she answered hurriedly, dumping the bag's contents on the floor. 

"I know I'm the more responsible one of us," Leah muttered, "but this type of thing is very easy to lose!" "And that's exactly why I gave it to you! Why couldn't you just leave them on the kitchen counter or something?" Aiden asked, having now kneeled down next to Leah to look through the heap of stuff on the floor. 

"You know how clumsy I can be! I would've spilt coffee on the tickets, man!" she sputtered, hesitantly holding up two pieces of crumpled paper. She squinted her eyes and nudged Aiden with her shoulder. "Are these the tickets?" she asked him. His eyes lit up, after which he hit her on the back of her head. "Ow!" she exclaimed. "That's what you get for worrying me, flower girl!"

She bumped him with her elbow playfully. Aiden scoffed. "Oh, you wanna rumble?" "You wanna rumble?" Leah mocked. "Oh, now you're getting it!" the other demigod cried out, turning to the side and wrestling Leah to the ground. He held a triumphant look in his eyes. Leah chuckled. "You think you can win from me that easily, poet boy?" Aiden's eyes widened for a split second, but before he could react she had flipped him over and trapped his arms above him. 

"You said I'm getting it? I wonder what that'd mean," Leah said, a cocky smirk plastered onto her face. She hadn't yet noticed the lack of distance between her and Aiden, but he certainly had. "You okay?" she asked him. "Your face is a bit red." Leah poked his cheek with one hand, trapping his arms with the other. "Uh," Aiden started, "I'm fine." 

He most definitely was not fine. 

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"Are we almost there yet?" 

Aiden attempted to hide his face from Leah under the collar of his too-big jacket and covered his ears. "Please shut up flower girl," he pleaded. "I just want to sleep." He closed his eyes and leaned on Leah's shoulder. It would've been a beautiful moment. 

But Leah didn't know his head was on her shoulder, so she turned around abruptly, accidentally dropping Aiden's head. Her eyes widened. "Oh- hi, pretty boy," she tried hopelessly. Nothing could help her from way-too-tired, overly frustrated Aiden Murphy. "I said, I wanted. To. Sleep," Aiden ground out. He closed his eyes again, but now he pulled out a pillow they'd packed and put it behind his head. Leah let out an offended gasp and dramatically held her hand to her forehead. "So easily replaced, I am!" she cried. "I cannot believe this." Aiden snorted. 

"If I can't trust you with my head, yeah, I'll use a pillow," he answered her, searching in the air for her hand. Seeing that he was far from finding it, Leah grabbed Aiden's hand instead and laid both their hands on the arm rest. 

"Thanks, flower girl. I wasn't really getting far," Aiden said. "You weren't getting far?" Leah asked him. "You would've never found my hand it wasn't for me!" "Yeah, you're right," Aiden gave in. "But I was serious, I really want to sleep. Wake me up when we're there, alright?" Leah turned her head to look at him. Opposite to Leo, he didn't have any freckles, but he had a beauty mark just under his left eye and Leah could identify what she'd assume were scar marks on his cheek.