Favorite : Change for the both of us

Chapter 17

Of course, Thalia invites Annabeth around to the 'sleepover'. Without telling me, or her. So it was kind of a shock when we found out that all four of us are sharing a room tonight (yes, Nico is staying over too). Poseidon drives back to our house to get me some clean clothes and pyjamas – I specifically instruct him to get me something manly, so he comes back with my favourite over-sized green t-shirt (which is actually Poseidon's, but I unceremoniously claimed it whilst doing the laundry), and some red Christmas-themed candy cane pants.

"I hate you," I glare at him as he hands me my bag.

Poseidon grins cheekily. "No you don't," he says, ruffling my hair. "Enjoy your little slumber party,"

It's already 6pm, so the second I step out of the bathroom in my pyjamas, Thalia and Annabeth burst out laughing. I glare at them, too.

"I don't see why you're laughing," I say huffily. "You're both in dresses,

"They're called nighties," Thalia retorts, face almost as red as the 'nightie' she's wearing with a big panda printed on it. "And we're girls, so we don't need to look manly,"

"You sure about that?" I grumble.

"Shut up," Annabeth growls, punching my shoulder and tugging on the hem of the faded baby pink nightie she's wearing. Huh. It actually looks nice on her.

Hera comes upstairs at half six with dinner. She's made us a picnic (which Thalia says she only did because Annabeth is here and she's a guest) containing hot dogs, fruit, a bowl of sweets, sausage rolls, etc. Nico returns from his house just as we're digging into it. Even his pyjamas are more manly than mine, apparently – a red t-shirt with plain grey bottoms. I personally don't see how candy-canes are feminine, but hey-ho...

When we finish eating, we decide to go sit with our dads for a bit. After all, all of us are...well, daddy's boys/girls. Nico curls on Hades's lap, having a quiet conversation with each other; Thalia and Zeus watch the TV whilst Thalia drapes her legs over his lap like it's a cushion. I go to sit next to Poseidon, but he tugs me on to his lap like my cousins.

"Dad," I whine, a little embarrassed to be sat on his lap in front of other people.

"Everyone else is doing it," he grins.

"You're so childish," I sigh, rolling my eyes, but leaning my back against his chest anyway as his arms wrap around my stomach. I glance over at Annabeth, who is hovering uncertainly near the sofa we're sat on.

Poseidon must notice her too, because he waves her over. "C'mon," he says, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her on to the other side of his lap. "Don't stay left out,"

Annabeth blushes bright red. "Uh..."

"You look like a tomato," I laugh as Poseidon pokes his head out between our shoulders.

"Shut up, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth says, her expression turning from sheepish to anger as she elbows me. She glares at me but my grin simply widens. Eventually, Annabeth relaxes, and we both sit on my dad's lap. I quite like it, too. Even with Annabeth. We bicker for about twenty minutes non-stop, and I think everyone found it more amusing than annoying.

"They're like on old married couple," I hear Zeus say whilst I was in the middle with firing insults at my best friend, and she comes back with them just as fast.

"I don't think so," Poseidon chuckles, purposefully shoving the two of us closer.

"Dad, stop it," I snap, glaring at Annabeth. She glares back. He's still squishing us together and a minute later I can't keep up the angry-façade and burst out laughing. Annabeth crumbles a second later and we're both laughing (for no reason, really).