(A/N) Hey guys! So, I'm aware I should probably not start another story, but consider this a one shot. I love these characters, but I want to know that you love them, too. I'm not saying review, because frankly there is nothing more off putting than someone who begs for reviews. Just let me know somehow you like them enough for another chapter. If they do become a story, they will be a series of one shots somewhat like this one. Love you guys! (A/N)

"Mona! Come here!"

I stood by my dad, trying to at least look interested in the conversation. To some degree, I didn't need to act. Right in front of me, in the flesh, was Percy Jackson. I had grown up hearing stories about the guy, so it was almost surreal to meet him in person. Not to mention Annabeth Jackson, who had designed the whole freaking place. It was a childhood dream come true, to some extent.

That didn't mean I was feeling any better about having to stay on Olympus for a week. It was beautiful and all, but I wasn't particularly thrilled to be there. I was practically born for the Underworld, my dad being a son of Hades and my mom a daughter of Thanatos. I wasn't goth or emo in any sense, but I wasn't used to so much brightness either.

I was so caught up in my thoughts I hardly noticed when the blonde girl appeared next to Percy. It wasn't until I felt my dad nudge my shoulder that I looked up and realized, red faced, that the girl was holding her hand out. I stared at her for a second, still blushing furiously. She had a huge smile plastered on her face. Her eyes were green like her fathers, and I couldn't help but notice how happy they were. In her dads eyes you could see friendliness, sure. But more prominent was the power, as if the ocean actually existed in them. There was none of this in the girl's. Her eyes were almost vulnerably sweet. Instantly I felt the need to shield her from the world. Her hair was blonde like her moms, but straight. I couldn't help but notice how short she was. She was undoubtedly my age, but she was a head shorter as well. This wasn't helping me as I attempted to shoo away the protectiveness I felt towards this complete stranger.

I grabbed her hand in mine. I couldn't help but smile back at her lopsided grin.

"Chris. It's nice to meet you," I said, too formally than I would've liked.

Her nose wrinkled a little as her smile grew. "Robin. But you can call me Mona. All by friends call me Mona."

I'm not sure if I imagined the pink tint in her cheeks as she said that. But, it I knew anything anymore, it was that the week had just gotten a billion times better.

(A/N) Don't forget to let me know somehow if you do like this. If enough people enjoy, Chris and Mona will be back soon!

~Cherry Punch