Percabeth Drabbles A-Z

E is for Enchiladas

“This is delicious!” Grover said. He had about twenty enchiladas stacked up on his plate.

“Slow down Grover!” Percy said to his best friend. The satyr had already put down ten of them.

“But they're so good!” Grover whined. Percy rolled his eyes.

“When Annabeth gets back, she's gonna take away the extras.”

“No! My poor enchiladas!!!!!!”

“Oh my gods Grover..... you need some help.”

“No I don't!” snapped Grover, taking a bite of his twelfth enchilada.

“Whatever you say, G-Man....” Percy replied. It was true though. Grover was OVERLY ADDICTED. Like Percy was to blue cookie dough and Thalia was to cheeseburgers. (she's getting to fat from them.....)

Percy looked around the small restaurant. Grover had told them he'd take them there, they just never believed him. Percy had ordered the same thing as Annabeth, a Taco salad, and Grover had obviously ordered the endless enchiladas. Annabeth's plate went untouched. Percy guessed she didn't like the smell.

“Hey Grover?” Percy said. Grover looked over at him.

“Yeah?”

“Never take Annabeth or Juniper here.”

“Why not? I mean, I understand Juniper. She's gonna have a baby and the smell would make her barf, but Anna- no way.” Grover looked up at Percy, finally getting his point. “Why didn't you tell me sooner?!?!”

“We thought we'd tell everyone tomorrow during mom's birthday.” Percy said. Grover shook his head and smiled.

“That's awesome man! Congratulations! And I'll act surprised” Grover said, patting Percy on the back.

“Oh! Here she comes!” Percy whispered as Annabeth walked towards the booth. Grover watched as she plopped down next to Percy, expecting to see a bump. Annabeth noticed and sighed.

“You know, don't you?” she asked. Grover blushed and started to mutter. Percy face palmed as Grover spoke.

“No I don't know about the baby! I know nothing!” Grover said, not looking at Annabeth.

“Grover, your a really bad liar. Oh, and one more thing.”

“What?”

“Get those enchiladas away from me.”