A/N: I know I haven't updated my Kane Chronicles fanfiction in a long, long time, but now that what I (oh-so-awesomely) prophesized has come true, I have no idea where the heck to go with it, so yeah. The inspiration for this just sort of mugged me (not literally, of course). I don't own any of Rick Riordan's characters. If I did, I would know how the House of Hades will turn out, and it would be awesome.
WARNING: Even the author of this piece felt the urge to throw up from the sheer amount of fluff while writing it, and I love fluff, so beware.
Girlfriend. Jason Grace hated the word. It mocked him, the way it was thrown around in the mortal world. A girlfriend could last a week, not really mean
anything to a guy. It could just be a fling, someone to waste a few hours with. He hated calling Piper that word; he loved her more than words could express,
more than life itself. And to call her the same word that guys called their week-long flings felt degrading in some way, like she deserved a different title. He
mulled these thoughts over in his head one beautiful afternoon in Camp Half-Blood, sitting under Thalia's pine. Piper's head was in his lap, as he lazily twirled a
lock of her ever-choppy brown hair in his sun-tanned fingers. He contemplated her with a smile. Everyone at camp was good-looking; they were the children of
gods, for crying out loud. Piper was even a daughter of Aphrodite (and the squealing of her cabin didn't let him forget it). But, to him, Piper was a special kind of
beautiful, the kind where a person glows from within, because they are such a good person, and Piper was definitely a good person. Five years ago, she had
even helped save the world with him. If that didn't say 'good person', he didn't know what did. Even so, when the words, "Piper, will you marry me?" shot out
of his mouth, he had to resist the urge to smack a palm over his mouth. Did he want to marry her? Of course, but they were so young, and only halfway
through college, and he didn't have a ring, and what if- Piper's head shot up, so they were almost eye level. "Do you mean it, Sparky?" she asked, her
kaleidoscope eyes changing colors at an almost dizzying rate. "Yes," he replied, not wanting her to get the wrong idea, "I was just thinking-I mean, I know
we're young, but we can wait, and – '' Piper cut him off with a firework –inducing, heart-stopping kiss, and said, "Of course I'll marry you, silly!" Fiancée. He could
live with that.
A/N: Good? Bad? Want to come to my house and yell at me for wasting your time? Review and tell me! I might write a second chapter, about the wedding, I don't really know yet.
Love,
Ancientgreekfreek