A Little Ambrosia For Your Day (Percabeth One-Shots)

The Flight to Greece

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Percy's POV

"Don't you dare throw up, Percy. Don't do it," Percy muttered to himself. He gripped the armrests beside him tighter.

The woman in the aisle across from him smiled sympathetically. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, sorry ma'am. I just hate planes and flying," Percy explained, his knuckles turning white from the effort.

The woman chuckled. "You'll be fine, dear. It's just 13 hours, give or take. We'll be in Greece in no time."

Percy gulped. Yeah, just 13 hours... or more if the plane hits turbulence. "Thank you, ma'am."

The woman smiled and turned back to the magazine in her hand. Percy wished he had brought something to keep himself busy. He knew he was being paranoid about the flight, but he couldn't help himself. His grandparents had died in a plane crash, and air was not his element.

He purposefully chose an aisle seat to avoid looking out the window, but he did anyways. The seat beside him was empty, so he had a clear view of what was to come. The plane still hadn't taken off, much to Percy's relief. They were still on the runway. He wondered when they would leave.

"Excuse me! I'm getting on. Can you move?" a girl said, not kindly. Percy strained his neck to see who it was.

It was a blonde girl, tall and tanned, near the front of the plane. Her hair was curly, fell loosely down past her chest, and looked silky even from where Percy sat. She wore baggy gray sweats and a tight black shirt, showing off her slim figure in a more comfortable way. Percy couldn't help but stare. Her features were petite and cute: her nose was the type people got surgery to have, her lips were soft and pink, and her face shape was framed nicely by her hair.

She was beautiful.

But Percy didn't like her.

She didn't exactly seem nice. She was glaring at the man in front of her and asking him to move rudely. He knew he shouldn't judge someone that quickly, but it was hard when she looked like she stepped out of a Barbie commercial. She was a blonde bombshell.

Percy knew how much stereotypes sucked, believe him. He was subject to bullying when he grew up because he didn't get the best grades. That didn't make him stupid- not one bit.

Well, most of the time.

The bullying only stopped after he hit puberty, and Percy could guarantee it wasn't because the kids at school got nicer.

He didn't want to stereotype the girl. He thought she was beautiful, but that wasn't exactly her fault. From what he could see, he couldn't find an ounce of makeup or spray tan on her, and even if a girl used those products, it didn't determine her personality. Percy actually found her voice quite attractive, but he couldn't bring himself past how rude this girl seemed.

She's probably an idiot, like me. At least she's a popular, beautiful idiot.

Shut up.

Stereotypes come from some truth though.

You don't even know her.

Percy shook his head. This wasn't even his problem- why did he care about her so much?

The pilot's announcement brought him out of his thoughts. "We will be taking off shortly. Please fasten your seatbelts."

Percy panicked once again. He didn't pay attention to the flight attendant's lecture even though he (of all people) knew he should have.