𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 ― p. jackson ⁴ [ COMPLETED UNTIL SEPTEMBER ]

cinq

★ 。＼｜／。★

𝗜𝗙 𝗜 𝗖𝗔𝗡'𝗧 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗥

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖎𝖙𝖗𝖊 𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖖:
SAFE

★ 。／｜＼。★

BELLE HAD BEEN on enough adventures with Annabeth to know how her plans worked. Basically, the entire premise that if A equaled B, it was fine. If it didn't, then they were just dead. Which . . . was fair enough, honestly.

She also knew how Annabeth's brain worked, and why exactly they got Lil' Killer. They basically had to stall for Plan Chick, which meant they had to do Plan Percy Sings. And considering Belle had heard him sing . . . well, it had to be good enough. While Grover and Annabeth piled furniture in front of the doors, Belle and Percy ran to the stage and turned on the karaoke machine. Lil' Killer walked around, rummaging under the table for crumbs to eat.

Belle tilted her head at the karaoke machine. "Maybe I can try to search for something? Like, something with apology and forgiveness."

"Sorry Not Sorry," Percy suggested.

She slowly turned to him. "Percy."

"Okay, okay." He thought for a moment. "What's the song where that one dude sings, like, I didn't mean to hurt you and make you cry?"

"But we didn't make Hebe cry . . . oh, you mean Jealous Guy by John Lennon?"

"I guess," Percy replied.

"And did you call John Lennon that one dude?" Belle asked. "Percy . . ."

"Whatever, Beauty. See if they have the song!"

Belle immediately got to work. The chickens were still at the doors, slamming against the panels and rattling the frames, poking holes through the mahogany. Annabeth and Grover breathed heavily as they dragged tables over to block the entrance, but there was only so much little kids could do.

"Found it!" Belle exclaimed.

She pressed the button, and the first bars of Jealous Guy sounded throughout the room.

Percy looked at her. "You want me to take the lead?"

"More like you're going to sing all of it," Belle told him, taking one of the microphones. "You're the one who made Hebe mad in the first place."