My Boyfriend is a Dead Roman Hero | Jason Grace

I Give Jason the Silent Treatment

Juliette may not be sleeping much thanks to Princess Deianira, but she is the lucky winner of "The Annabeth and Percy Are Missing Scavenger Hunt!"

Oh, this is too good.

There she is - standing over her brother and future sister in law as they sleep, oblivious and happy, cuddled up on the stable floor. Frank comes running in behind her, gasping for breath (loser. Julie even gave him a head start). He takes one look at the evil grin on her face, follows her gaze down to the cozy couple on the ground, and turns bright red.

He covers his eyes like they're buck naked or something, and Julie has to take a moment to admire the pure soul that is Frank Zhang.

Julie holds up a hand to him, a finger to her lips, and creeps as close to her snoring friends' ears as she dares. She takes a deep breath, shoots Frank a wink, and bellows at the top of her lungs.

"GOOD MORNING, SLEEPYHEADS!"

"AGHH!" "AHH!"

In hindsight, maybe startling awake two fully trained war veterans wasn't Juliette's finest idea.

Worth it.

She does find herself pinned to the stable floor with Annabeth's knife at her throat, though.

"Juliette?!" Annabeth yelps, leaping off of her.

"What is wrong with you?!" yells Percy.

Julie lifts herself up onto her elbows and grins at them. "You guys are in trrroouuubbllee!" She sings.

Percy scratches at his ridiculously messy hair like he's not further incriminating himself by worsening his case of bedhead. "What are you talking about?"

Frank squeaks from by the door, and the two culprits look over at him. He's peeking from between his fingers. "Everyone thinks you've been kidnapped."

"Little did we know, you guys were just busy! Our apologies. Although, this is a shared stable, you really could find somewhere more private-"

Annabeth starts smothering Julie's face in Percy's discarded sweatshirt, face bright red. "We weren't doing anything!"

"We just fell asleep." Percy agrees.

Frank is now pressing frantic palms to his steaming face. "Oh gods, when Hedge finds out-He's going to kill you guys-You've been here all night?!"

Annabeth presses down harder on the sweatshirt when Julie's cackling is no longer fully muffled. "We just went to sleep, Frank. That's it! Nothing happened!"

"I mean, we kissed a couple times."

"Not helping!"

"Just saying."

"Um, Annabeth," Frank cuts in, pointing at the squirming, Julie-shaped bundle underneath the blonde. "I think you might be killing her."

Annabeth reluctantly releases her hold on her prisoner, and Juliette is across the room in a flash, a wicked smile across her gasping face.

"I'm gonna tattle!"

Percy blanches. "No, you are not!"

"Am, am, am!"

"Jules, I swear to- GET BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE- JULIETTE ASTER I AM GOING TO KILL YOU! IF YOU EVER WANT TO USE A STRAW SAFELY AGAIN, YOU WILL TURN AROUND RIGHT NOW!"

Frank and Annabeth watch the siblings bolt from the room. An awkward silence follows. Frank rocks back and forth on his heels and clears his throat.

"Are they always-?"