Disclaimer: I wish I was Rick Riordan, and I also wish Sherlock season 4 would come out tomorrow, but alas neither is true.
Chapter One: Piper
Piper hated the way they made her feel so insecure about her relationship with Jason. She knew they didn't do it on purpose, its just... Ugh. Whenever she saw Annabeth and Percy in some picturesque embrace it hurt. Like right now, Percy had his head in her lap and they'd been laughing and talking for hours. It made her forcefully aware that she just wasn't at that stage with Jason. Whenever they were talking they eventually ran out of things to talk about, and just sat there blushing in a half uncomfortable silence.
She supposed she couldn't compare her relationship to Percy's and Annabeth's, but when she did she couldn't help but feel like they were doing something wrong. And seeing as her mother was the goddess of love, shouldn't her relationships be near perfect?
She glanced at Jason who was so obsessed with his maps; he probably hadn't noticed her come in. She snuck another glance at Percy and Annabeth who had switched positions and Annabeth's head was resting on Percy's shoulder, the ghost of a smile on her face. It was such a stark contrast from the serious almost depressed girl she'd meet a couple months ago.
She had to stop herself from sighing when Percy muttered into her ear making her blush before he began twiddling her hair between his fingers. She looked around the room and with a jolt noticed she wasn't the only person Percabeth watching. Hazel, Frank and Leo were all covertly eyeing the couple when they weren't watching.
She thought back to a couple days ago when at dinner they'd both been drinking this weird blue fizzy drink, and they'd look at each other every couple seconds when they thought the other wasn't looking and just smile. And not a you-look-pretty-and-it's-nice-to-see-you smile, it was an I-love-you and-I-can't-believe-I'm-lucky-enough-to-have-you smile. At first it was a little bit like a tennis match watching the two of them, but then she saw what her mother saw; love that had come from years of getting on each other's nerves, covert glances and saving each other from the worst kinds of evil.
That kind of love took time to acquire and was impossible to let go. Looking back at Jason, who eyebrows scrunched up in the cutest way when he was concentrating, it made her smile a little; they may not be as close as Percabeth yet, but with a little luck, they would be. She would make sure of it.
This is the first chapter of Feeling A Little Inferior; I'd love to know what you thought and whose POV you'd like to see next. Hopefully, I'll update regularly.
Love,
bluecherryontheroof