Solangelo One Shots

I'm Thankful for You

So I know it's past thanksgiving and (most likely) not all of you celebrate Thanksgiving, but I wanted to write this cute little idea I had, and it seemed right to add Thanksgiving into it. Enjoy!

Will's POV

It was a chilly late fall morning when the entirety of Camp Half Blood was loaded onto the Delphi Strawberry Services bus, about twenty demigods packed on, talking loudly and throwing whatever they could find stuck to the seats. Argus already looked like he was beginning to get annoyed with the crowd, his hundred eyes half closed in an expression of annoyance. Chiron stood at the front of the bus, his tail sticking out of the door as he attempted to corral the campers. "Please, everyone, be calm! I know that going to Olympus is very exciting, but you must be civil. It has been years since the gods have invited us to dine with them for thanksgiving, and we want to be invited back again. If you will just let me do attendance to make sure no one went and got themselves killed, we can get going." He rattled off a list of names until he got to Lou Ellen's, stopping in the middle of her name. "Lou Ellen?" he called out. "Cecil, do you know where she is?" Cecil shrugged just as Lou Ellen popped her head out from underneath one of the seats, dust scattered in her green hair. 

"Sorry, Chiron, just had to grab something. I'm here." Something squealed in her arms and she shushed it, giving Chiron a sheepish smile. Chiron sighed, doing his best to sit in one of the seats. His body took up the entire thing, and his legs stuck out into the aisle. 

"You can go, Argus," he sighed. He already sounded tired. 

"I can't believe we're going to Olympus," Nico muttered, sliding down in his seat next to me and crossing his arms over his chest. "We can eat just fine at camp without all of this extra hassle." 

"It's going to be fun," I promised him. "It's going to be twenty rowdy demigods running around in Olympus, and maybe the gods will have some food that humans can eat without burning up." Nico groaned. 

"You're not making me feel better about this," he said. "All they're going to have is ambrosia and necter, and I'm going to be starving for the entire night." I reached into my jacket pocket, pulling out a granola bar and handing it to my boyfriend. 

"Don't worry, I brought supplies," I said. "There's more where that came from." Nico unwrapped it and took a bite. 

"Why do you even have this?" he asked. "And why did you say you have more? Why are you carrying around a massive supply of granola bars?" 

"I'm your doctor," I reminded him. "It's my job to make sure you don't starve." The bus was moving down a long, winding road, people pressing their faces to the window as they stared out at the bare trees on the side of the highway. 

"I don't need you to take care of me," Nico complained. "I'm old enough to take care of myself." 

"Don't be so sure about that," I told him. "If it wasn't for me you'd be dead by now, one hundred percent guaranteed." It was just then when Cecil and Lou Ellen leaned over the seat, twin grins on their faces. 

"Hey, we have to show you guys something," Cecil whispered. Lou Ellen opened up her arms to reveal a tiny shimmering piglet curled up in her arms, asleep. 

"We're going to let it loose in Olympus," Lou Ellen giggled. "It's going to be great." 

"They're going to figure it out," Nico said. "You're the only child of Hecate on the bus, and the only way any of us could have gotten a pig is by magic." Their grins wavered for half a second before coming back as strong as ever. 

"We'll find a way around that," Cecil said. "It's going to be the best prank ever pulled on anyone. Just you wait." They sat back down and although they were out of sight we could still here them whispering plans to one another. Some part of them thought that releasing a magical pig at Thanksgiving dinner with the gods was a good idea and I wasn't going to stop them.