Mortals Meet Demigods and One-Shots (No Mist)

Julia Sanders - Reyna

This chapter is dedicated to Panda-Pillow-Pet for making up this OC! :)

Also, Thank you guys so much for 3k reads! When I started this, I never expect for this story to go anywhere. ....

Julia's POV:

My name's Julia Sanders. Yes, Sanders. You may know my sister or my brother or my parents. They're all famous. My mom and dad are actors, my brother's a football player and my sisters a model and me? I work in a coffee shop. I know, talk about not living up to expectations. 

I pulled my long, wavy brown hair into a messy bun and applied a little bit of make up to my clear blue eyes before walking down the street from my apartment in San Fransisco to Willow Creek Coffee, the place where I worked. 

After a long morning of customers, most of which were teenagers about my age claiming to be demigods in order to get free food. Ever since the gods revealed themselves, we've been getting a lot of those. After an egotistic, blonde haired boy who claimed to be a son of Zeus kept persisting for his double mocha frap, our most expensive drink to be on the house, let's just say he did leave with a free drink, it was just all over his shirt. 

I was so relieved when it was almost 8 and time to close up. My last customer, A lady and her two young kids rushed out the door, the woman chiding her younger son to share their hot chocolate with his sister. I shut  all the machine's down and pulled out my keys to lock the door when I heard the familiar jingle of someone entering the store. Internally I groaned. I wanted nothing more than to run home and lie in bed with some hot chocolate binging Hallmark Christmas movies but I forced myself to put on my 'customer smile' and turned to the girl at the door.   

My smile immediately tuned genuine. The person standing at the door looked so tired and broken, I immediately felt selfish for regretting she was here. Her dark hair was pulled into a long braid that reached her lower back and her brown eyes pierced my blue ones, so sad and broken, yet hopeful at the same time. The girl glanced at the keys in my hand and grimaced.

" Sorry. I didn't know you guys were closing. " 

" It's okay " I replied giving her a small smile " what can I get you? " 

( I don't know if this time line matches up but I'm going to go with it. Also, this is another dead Jason one, I've been in a mood. For all the people that are waiting for the Jason in Valhalla one-shot it's coming. I just wanted to put in a MMD since I haven't done one in awhile :) )

The girl smiled back at me but I realized it didn't reach her eyes. 

" My best friend- " Her voice cracked and I immediately understood " He- he died a few weeks ago and tomorrow is his birthday. He was never big on celebrating but we always had this tradition since we were kids " she let out a dry laugh " that we would get each other a cupcake and blow out the candle at midnight " Now, she had a small smile on her face and her obsidian eyes had gained a faraway look.

After a few seconds she regained her composure and I could hardly believe this confident person in front of me was the same misty eyed girl that I had seen a second ago. She asked for two vanilla bean cupcakes with blue icing and a yellow lightning bolt. 

I thought this was a weird request but I went to the back and frosted and decorated two cupcakes. After placing the in a white pastry box, I handed it to her and she looked inside the box, once again getting teary eyed. 

" How much do I owe you? " She asked reaching into her pocket handing me a crumpled twenty dollar bill. I pushed it away and smiled. " On the house. " To my surprise she set down the box and pulled me into a hug. I wasn't the best at reading people but she didn't come off as a hugger. 

When she pulled away, I immediately felt reenergized and new strength and power coursed through my veins. Before turning away, she took a bite of one of the iced cakes.  

" These are really good! You're really talented " She exclaimed wiping a little bit of vanilla frosting from the corner of her lip. 

I blushed and thanked her. Unlike the rest of my famous family, I actually have something called modesty. With one final glance, she left the store and as she walked through the light flurry of snow, I saw one tear trickle down her cheek before her figure disappeared into the night completely. 

I never saw the girl again but she inspired me to try out for culinary school. 10 years later, I'm a famous pastry chef and my family- well, my parents got divorced, my brother had a bad injury and will never play again and my sister went to jail. My only regret is that I missed the Christmas movie special on that day.