Pjo couples oneshot! mortal AU

Flour, butter, chaos and double dates.

Hey, mango-chihuahua. Come over. Artemis texted me. I held in a giggle by seeing the ridiculous nickname.
Stop the nicknames, alright? I'm coming, Arty.
I yawned and stretched in my bed. Time to leave the cozy blankets. I rolled from bed, pushed my hair from my face and headed to the bathroom to get ready.

-Pov switch-

'Oh fuck Thalia help.' I pleaded, keeping my hands above the mixer to stop dough from spraying everywhere. 'What do I do?'
'Does it look like I know?' She screamed back, head under tap to wash the flower from her eyes. 'I can't see!'

'When will they be here?' I panicked, trying to turn the mixer down (I accidentally turned it up).
She raised her head, wiping away the water. 'Rara will be here in thirty minutes, but she always takes a shortcut to get here earlier so she can yell at me to hurry up, so probably fifteen minutes.'

'We're so doomed!' I took some out some baking sheets. 'Quick, hand me the butter!'
My little sister tossed me the butter, hitting me square in the head.
'You have the worst aim I've ever seen!'
'You have the worse face I've ever seen!' She retorted. 'Now butter up!'

-Pov switch-

I wouldn't consider myself a hopeless romantic.

But as I drove down the road, remembering the date, my heart gave a flutter. Or actually, it went down a whole rollercoaster of excitement till it matched the beat of the fast-paced song playing.

Calling it quits I don't wanna admit that I'm, that I'm.

Stuck in the cracks and I'm going down fast tonight, tonight.

I pulled out, nearly getting hit by a car swirling around the road. From the window I made out two guys, one with black hair and one blond, deep in conversation.
Stupid reckless drivers.

Calling it quits when I gotta make up my mind, my mind.

No going back when I'm already on the borderline.

I contemplated taking my usual route, but instead turned into a shortcut. I didn't wanna be late to the surprise Artemis planned.
Especially not today.

-Pov switch-

'What is this.' I choked up, staring at the terrific dough minster we created. Some spots were raw, some burned. 'Even Apollo wouldn't eat this, and he eats everything.'

'I'd say even Jason won't eat it.' Thalia remarked. 'We messed up, didn't we?'
'We surely did. Oh shit, there's only ten minutes left.'
'I could run to the Walmart and get some cake.' She suggested. 'I don't think we'll have enough time though.'

'Get the sprinkles.' I ordered. 'We can still make this a masterpiece... or atleast edible.'
Thalia reached for the sprinkles in the cabinet, but dropped them, covering herself with rainbow colored sprinkles. She turned to me with a disappointed face before shrugging it off.
'Well, atleast I look gay enough now.'

'Oh, trust me.' I teased. 'You already do.'
She threw a handful flour at me. I stiffened.
'Oh, this means war, Thals!' I scooped up the half-raw-half-burned cake creature and threw a handful at her. She duck to the left and hit a wall.

'Stop laughing!' She hissed, rubbing over her forehead. 'I could've gotten a concussion.'
'Yeah, sure, whatever.' I laughed, and abruptly stopped. 'What's that smell?'
Thalia got up and cautiously walked towards the oven. She opened it, and thick, black smoke came out.

'Open the door!' I yelled. 'We cannot have the house smelling like arson!'
She coughed. 'Yeah, I'm pretty sure Reyna hates the smell of Leo.'
I opened the front door before storming into the kitchen. My sister anxiously paced by the oven, unsure what to do.
'Turn it off, you doinkus!'
'I already did!'
'Oh great heavens, we're in so much trouble.' I groaned.

-Pov switch-

I pulled up to the driveway. Behind me a familiar person stepped out a black car. Reyna, the girlfriend of my girlfriend's sister, waved at me.

'Hey Zoë.' She greeted. 'Any idea why there's smoke coming from the house?'
I stared at the open front door. A hint of something burnt caught my attention.
'No idea.'
She slowly nodded. 'We should go check on them.'
'Immediately.'

The smoke tinned out as we entered. The voices came from the kitchen. I stepped in, to see Artemis and Thalia in their backing suits, surrounded by a mess. Thalia's short, black hair was covered in sprinkles, and an egg yolk dripped of Artemis shoulder. In her hand stood what could only be described as a dough monster.

'Uhm...' Artemis broke the silence. 'Happy valentine's day.'