Leo Valdez Fluff And One-Shots

Artistic Skill

_______'s P.o.V.
"Because it is you, Miss Universe."

FLASHBACK~
               It was morning at camp again. Normal life, people chasing the Stolls, Clarisse making kids feel sorry for themselves, and the Hephaestus cabin down in the forges, with an exception of Leo McShizzle (the guy I-forget it, you know the point). He was at Bunker 9, and I ought to visit him. I went into the forest and straight to the said place. I went inside.

               "Leo!" I called out. I heard murmurs, but there was no sight of the Latino elf. I decided to follow the murmuring and I found him in the deeper part of the Bunker. He was trying to draw something, and I saw it wasn't a blueprint.

               "What're you drawing, Captain?" I inquired. He was startled and gave out a high-pitched scream. I giggled at him.

               "WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!"

               "Nothing. I called out and nobody answered."

               He sighed and continued his work. "Lemme help you draw. You know I have some artistic skills," I offered. He glanced at me, then he handed over the pencil he was using.

               "I'm trying to draw a portrait of my mom. But, well, I'm only good with blueprints," he said while scratching his head. I giggled a bit. "Then explain how she looks like. I can try." He went on about how his mom looked like. I drew the features he was explaining. In no time, the portrait was finished and I also added color. I gave it to him, and I saw him blink tears out of his eyes.

               "Wow, you do have skills," he silently said. "It really looks like Mom." He set the picture down.

               "Thanks, (n/n)," he told me.

               "Anything for Mr. Hot Stuff."

               He giggled at what I said. Then all of a sudden, he perked up. "_______, I have another favor. There's this.........girl that I like, and I wanted a portrait of her too."

               I saddened a bit because I found out he liked someone. Anyways, I obliged. He gave me the materials and started to explain.

               "She has beautiful (e/c) eyes, (h/l) (h/c) silky hair, rosy cheeks and thin pinkish lips. For short, she has the features of a superstar," he finished. As he explained and I subconsciously drew, I reddened more and more. The girl I drew turned out to look like me!

               "Le-leo, you sure you gave the right descriptions? Why does she-," he stopped me by pecking my nose. "Because it is you, Miss Universe."

               I couldn't help but turn crimson red. "Well, you need to know the guy I love," I said, confusing him. I quickly drew him, and shown it to him. His mouth hung open, and I giggled a bit. Then he suddenly took the drawing from me, put it aside and pulled me to his lap.

               "Cliche, I know, but I want to do it anyway," he said.

               "Wha-,"he cut me short by kissing me. That's why he said that. It was really cliche. But I enjoyed it, anyway. I kissed back and wrapped my arms around him, and he did the same. After sometime, we broke apart, happiness evident in our faces.

               "Love you, Sunshine."

               "Love you more, Repair Boy."

               "Hey! That's not very nice."

               "Haha! Forget it." I gave him a peck on the lips, which left him in a daze. He didn't realize I grabbed his beloved toolbelt (how didn't he, me expert pally~), and ran off. Oh, did I forget to tell you? I'm a daughter of Hermes. "LOZAAAAAH!" I shouted as we both tore through camp. "Give it back, (n/n)!"

"NEVER!~"

END OF FLASHBACK
               "So.......that's the reason he fell?," Will said.

               "Uh-huh. He got the toolbelt back, though," I chirped.

               I looked at Leo, who was lying on a cot in the infirmary because he fell down a tree.

               "You will need to give me a bazillion kisses after I get out of here!," he called.

               "Awwwwwwwww! That's my Repair Boy~"

               "SHUT UP!"

               Will and I both fell on our bums laughing at him. Well, seems like I really have artistic skill.